<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175409039318210757</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 03:02:25 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>A Day Without Words</title><description></description><link>http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Debi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175409039318210757.post-8003730386415234939</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T17:41:46.422-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bartimeus</title><description>&lt;em&gt;2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me Bartimeus --&lt;br /&gt;The world I see is blind,&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling off away.&lt;br /&gt;Catch my hand --&lt;br /&gt;We fall together,&lt;br /&gt;I and the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me Ishmael --&lt;br /&gt;The life I didn't choose.&lt;br /&gt;The well is dry,&lt;br /&gt;The day is gone;&lt;br /&gt;We lie together,&lt;br /&gt;I and the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me destiny --&lt;br /&gt;Unfinished, unresolved,&lt;br /&gt;Hungry for the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Counting questions,&lt;br /&gt;We stand together,&lt;br /&gt;I and everything no one sees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-8003730386415234939?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/bartimeus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Debi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175409039318210757.post-2415804501386158924</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-12T22:47:48.556-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Day or Two</title><description>&lt;em&gt;June 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if this is only memories?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's all too far away?&lt;br /&gt;What if today leads only to tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;What if I have never known the way things are?&lt;br /&gt;What if life is all incomprehensible to me?&lt;br /&gt;What if tears of confusion are my only fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I forget my lines?&lt;br /&gt;What if I never learned this role?&lt;br /&gt;What if my timing turns out a beat behind?&lt;br /&gt;What if I sing the words to the wrong tune?&lt;br /&gt;What if I just never know the way things are?&lt;br /&gt;What if I never even know I did it wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the only eyes I have.&lt;br /&gt;This is the only heart I own;&lt;br /&gt;This language the only one I speak.&lt;br /&gt;This is the only song I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I never know you never understood?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-2415804501386158924?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-or-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Debi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175409039318210757.post-5411623559548939959</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-12T22:49:01.143-04:00</atom:updated><title>Stumbling</title><description>&lt;em&gt;2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Let me dry my eyes;&lt;br /&gt;we'll try it again.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me;&lt;br /&gt;take me back to where it starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would You say&lt;br /&gt;if I couldn't see it?&lt;br /&gt;What if the only thing I see&lt;br /&gt;doesn't even matter?&lt;br /&gt;Would You make allowance?&lt;br /&gt;Would You give me your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Would You walk away?&lt;br /&gt;Would You move it closer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go with You.&lt;br /&gt;Let me dry my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see it --&lt;br /&gt;maybe I can pretend.&lt;br /&gt;I want to love You;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch You smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be worth it&lt;br /&gt;to You&lt;br /&gt;to be loved&lt;br /&gt;blind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-5411623559548939959?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/stumbling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Debi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175409039318210757.post-3066464900560944133</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2007 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T17:43:34.409-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Am Young</title><description>&lt;em&gt;January 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am young,&lt;br /&gt;And dreams still hold their glow&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;br /&gt;The world is still a place of mystery enchanting&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;br /&gt;I have been lost, I have been found,&lt;br /&gt;And wandered lost again,&lt;br /&gt;And still I prefer the being lost,&lt;br /&gt;For there is much to find&lt;br /&gt;And I am young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-3066464900560944133?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-young.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Debi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175409039318210757.post-4060969241798673315</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2007 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T22:02:25.848-05:00</atom:updated><title>To a Day Without Words</title><description>&lt;em&gt;November 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the world,&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of life.&lt;br /&gt;It's not what I meant,&lt;br /&gt;It's not what I said.&lt;br /&gt;The words I'll never write and the things I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Are exactly what I want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the sand;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you hear,&lt;br /&gt;The colors that you see.&lt;br /&gt;Step out to the edge of everything you've known,&lt;br /&gt;Find the weathered spaces looking back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferry me over&lt;br /&gt;As far as this much will take me.&lt;br /&gt;Dip my fingers in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Stand the strength of winters past.&lt;br /&gt;This story, this dance,&lt;br /&gt;This part of me, this part of you --&lt;br /&gt;We need to know the roots will hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rolls the sea and turn the stars,&lt;br /&gt;And I --&lt;br /&gt;I'll never come this way again.&lt;br /&gt;But when you stop and feel the throb of the empty storm,&lt;br /&gt;You will know that this is where I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-4060969241798673315?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-day-without-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Debi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175409039318210757.post-2987692352928510122</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 12:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T17:45:09.974-05:00</atom:updated><title>Reach</title><description>&lt;em&gt;2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have held the stars&lt;br /&gt;And touched with fingertip the moon;&lt;br /&gt;I have known the wind of destiny,&lt;br /&gt;And I have stumbled in the dust.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped from sky to sand,&lt;br /&gt;And then flown back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In it all my maker's touch,&lt;br /&gt;The draw of love immortal --&lt;br /&gt;The life within the hand --&lt;br /&gt;The sallow glow of earth,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty weeping in its song.&lt;br /&gt;I am called to more,&lt;br /&gt;But called to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the balance&lt;br /&gt;Between this hope and trust?&lt;br /&gt;Am I to hold Orion's sword,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting, ready, waiting only for the sign?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I to take the road marked there in dirt,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking treasures others miss?&lt;br /&gt;Do I leave my home to make another,&lt;br /&gt;Or, scorning all lesser welcomings,&lt;br /&gt;Stand strong in faith that I am here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go, I lose my heart.&lt;br /&gt;If I stay, I lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-2987692352928510122?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/reach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Debi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175409039318210757.post-1176959894090988255</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 00:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T19:56:57.134-04:00</atom:updated><title>Don't Take Away My Dreams</title><description>&lt;em&gt;a song from years ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left this world at the age of five;&lt;br /&gt;Traded my soul for a place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Built my own reality,&lt;br /&gt;Gave my future to the strength of my futility.&lt;br /&gt;How could a child so young carry a pain so strong?&lt;br /&gt;I built my life on faith and fantasy --&lt;br /&gt;Never knew how much my remedy was hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Don't take away my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the pain and held it in;&lt;br /&gt;Never learned to fight, never learned to win.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to face the lies destroying you&lt;br /&gt;When they're the truth that you were born into.&lt;br /&gt;I learned too young to build walls too strong.&lt;br /&gt;Now I walk my world of fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to chance reality and misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Don't take away my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to feel something that's real,&lt;br /&gt;But can you prove to me the love I dream?&lt;br /&gt;Could you break my walls and save me from their fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Don't take away my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-1176959894090988255?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-left-this-world-at-age-of-five-traded.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Debi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>