<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15766593</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:59:39.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfect Isolation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>freshtop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424028678468534812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15766593.post-112837104997376740</id><published>2005-10-03T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T13:24:09.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out In The Open</title><content type='html'>And as I was walking to the parking lot I decided to take one last look behind me.  I saw a girl at the water fountain, I examined her from a distance and noticed that she was about the right height.  It was the hair that threw me off (along with the half-mile of cleavege).  We finally recognized one another and made our way to each others arms.  Things were said.  And then I remember watching you walk away, wondering if this will be the last time I see her, before I get shot by a Mississippi flood victim for our food and water.  I should have kissed you once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15766593-112837104997376740?l=feelingup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/feeds/112837104997376740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15766593&amp;postID=112837104997376740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default/112837104997376740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default/112837104997376740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/2005/10/out-in-open.html' title='Out In The Open'/><author><name>freshtop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424028678468534812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15766593.post-112551657442151813</id><published>2005-08-31T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:29:34.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've dreamed the past two nights</title><content type='html'>The first night I dreamed about a piano, it was a special piano, but it's hard to explain the full details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamed that you and I were laying on a white blanket with an old oil lamp.  We were under the only tree in the field between Brianne's house and mine.  You layed your head on my arm and put your hand on my heart, you said, "I'm gonna be the mommy, and you're gonna be the daddy."  And that was all that was said.  It was simply splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15766593-112551657442151813?l=feelingup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/feeds/112551657442151813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15766593&amp;postID=112551657442151813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default/112551657442151813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default/112551657442151813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-dreamed-past-two-nights.html' title='I&apos;ve dreamed the past two nights'/><author><name>freshtop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424028678468534812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15766593.post-112522107250383436</id><published>2005-08-28T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T02:29:07.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs And Wants</title><content type='html'>I want to play the piano.  I need to play the blues.&lt;br /&gt;I want to marry you.  I need to love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15766593-112522107250383436?l=feelingup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/feeds/112522107250383436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15766593&amp;postID=112522107250383436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default/112522107250383436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default/112522107250383436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/2005/08/needs-and-wants.html' title='Needs And Wants'/><author><name>freshtop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424028678468534812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15766593.post-112522058964530785</id><published>2005-08-28T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T02:16:29.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's in love with a deusche bag nevertheless, she's in love</title><content type='html'>That makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with the most amazing and warm human being I've ever encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here, trying to find things to say that will capture you like your blogs capture me and I'm blank.&lt;br /&gt;It's too late for this tom-foolery.  The only thing that is on my mind is missing you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your heart again.  I want to be in your bed, naked.  I want to put babies in you. I want you to feel like there's nothing you can do to make me stop loving you (because it's the truth).  Everything that I find out about you is put on the list of reasons why i love you.  Sarah, never feel like you should hide anything from me about yourself.  I love you.  I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15766593-112522058964530785?l=feelingup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/feeds/112522058964530785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15766593&amp;postID=112522058964530785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default/112522058964530785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default/112522058964530785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/2005/08/shes-in-love-with-deusche-bag.html' title='She&apos;s in love with a deusche bag nevertheless, she&apos;s in love'/><author><name>freshtop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424028678468534812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15766593.post-112493241554803694</id><published>2005-08-24T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:13:35.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughters</title><content type='html'>I know a girl,&lt;br /&gt;She puts the color inside of my world.&lt;br /&gt;But she's just like a maze,&lt;br /&gt;Where all of the walls are continually change.&lt;br /&gt;And I've done all I can,&lt;br /&gt;To stand on the steps with my heart in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to see,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's got nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see that skin,&lt;br /&gt;It's the same she's been standin' in,&lt;br /&gt;Since the day,&lt;br /&gt;She saw him walking away.&lt;br /&gt;Now she's left,&lt;br /&gt;Cleanin' up the mess he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, fathers be good to your daughters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, mothers be good to your daughters, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys you can break,&lt;br /&gt;You find out how much they can take.&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be strong&lt;br /&gt;And boys soldier on&lt;br /&gt;but boys would be gone without the warmth from a woman's good, good heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of every man, looking out for every girl&lt;br /&gt;You are the God and the weight of her world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fathers be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So, mothers be good to your daughters, too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15766593-112493241554803694?l=feelingup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/feeds/112493241554803694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15766593&amp;postID=112493241554803694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default/112493241554803694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default/112493241554803694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/2005/08/daughters.html' title='Daughters'/><author><name>freshtop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424028678468534812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15766593.post-112492964630234122</id><published>2005-08-24T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:27:26.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Admit impediments; love is not love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which alters when it alteration finds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the star to every wand'ring bark,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whose worth's unknown, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;although rosy lips and cheeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within his bending sickle's compass come;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never writ, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nor no man ever loved."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15766593-112492964630234122?l=feelingup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/feeds/112492964630234122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15766593&amp;postID=112492964630234122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default/112492964630234122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15766593/posts/default/112492964630234122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingup.blogspot.com/2005/08/meaningful.html' title='Meaningful'/><author><name>freshtop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424028678468534812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
