<?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-5352109</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:11:50.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Act of Contrition</title><subtitle type='html'>I often wonder if all of this is what a Maker dreams?
Seems as if the idle streams will never flow the fall.
Time for me to close my eyes, lay down my head in silence,
herein is where I shall begin to meet with journey's end.
With empty words humanity chose not to spare my life,
so here I lie, wondering why, insanity is wisdom?
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peripeteia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peripeteia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993851433206211314</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352109.post-93892797</id><published>2003-05-06T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T17:13:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt; it seems your eyes are troubled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt;care to share your time with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt;would you say you're feeling low and so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt;a good idea would be to get it off your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt;see, you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt;have a better time than most can dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt;have it better than the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt;so can pull on through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt;whatever tears at us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt;whatever holds us down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt;and if nothing can be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt;we'll make the best of what's around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="5F9EA0"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+2"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Lucida handwriting"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Crucible of an Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="59EA90 "&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt; &lt;I&gt; Hamartia &lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="E6E6FA"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't wanna speak tonight&lt;br /&gt;That's alright, alright with me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;And listen to you breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="C0C0C0"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago i stumbled across the realization that life is too short. We spend so much time in opposition on petty things that we miss the bigger picture. Part of the reason that i decided to make this is for all of the people that have touched my life, even in the remotest places of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="C0C0C0"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt; Erin: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="C0C0C0"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt; My shadow sister i will love you forever and always (yes, just like the picture book with toilet paper on the front...) You're like a sister to me. No, more then a sister. Whatever the case is, i will never ever forget you. {i'm waiting for the day that we're both old ladies sitting on some porch (oh wait, you hicks call them "stoops" don't you?) in the middle of a thunderstorm and we both look at each then start laughing...} {fantasy is reality; you will walk on water; and i will be there to catch you if you fall}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="C0C0C0"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt; Michelle;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="C0C0C0"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt; My Fawkes and right-hand man... er... woman. ^^;; you can come to me any time for anything... even if my answer if dull as "...." know that i acutally &lt;I&gt; am&lt;/I&gt; listening, despite what it looks like. Keep writing poetry that makes me cry in the hallway, keep stealing hearts to sell, and always remember that no matter what, we'll be friends till the end. Thanks for helping me through everything. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="C0C0C0"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt; Merion;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="C0C0C0"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt; My Shanks and partner-in-crime. I do believe that i am hooked on the song Crash (the techno remix... oh yes.) by Dave Matthews and it's all thanks to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="C0C0C0"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt; Remember when.... you lost your shoe in the creek and you made ME go and get it? when we stuck baby powder underneath the toilet paper and planted plastic lizards all over your bathroom, only to hear your mom scream five minutes later? we nicknamed just about everyone in lunch; smashmouth, fishboy, prince, and uni-brow-boy come to mind... {I DO NOT LIKE FISHBOY! LOL} we'd shake hands/claws/feet with the stuffed spider named Webster everyday in Mrs. Hudson's class? when we actually wrote a very long, detailed letter explaining to Mrs. Hudson as to why someone &lt;I&gt; had&lt;/I&gt; to shake Webster's hands after we were gone? When Shawn Martin (who's now a close freind of mine too...) stuck a paper clip in the electircal socket and fried his finger? when we used to communicate in chicken-language. (hey, it worked.) you left to go Ocean City High School and i waited till i got home to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="C0C0C0F"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt;  i guess you didn't know about that last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="C0C0C0"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+1"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352109-93892797?l=peripeteia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352109/posts/default/93892797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352109/posts/default/93892797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peripeteia.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93892797' title=''/><author><name>Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993851433206211314</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352109.post-93892173</id><published>2003-05-06T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T16:23:42.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;HTML&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TITLE&gt;Aite&lt;/TITLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BODY BGCOLOR="000000" TEXT="5F9EA0" LINK="E6E6FA" VLINK="C0C0C0"&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="B0C4DE"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="riven"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="+2"&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt; &lt;B&gt;Aite&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR= "5F9EA0"&gt; &lt;I&gt;n. Japanese:&lt;/I&gt; The one whom i must face. My partner, my rival, my lover, my destiny. &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana"&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR= "778899"&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="-2"&gt;&lt;I&gt;for &lt;FONT COLOR="DC143C"&gt; scars &lt;/FONT&gt;, given and received, for &lt;FONT COLOR="8B008B"&gt; dreaming &lt;/FONT&gt;, dreaming, dreaming...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352109-93892173?l=peripeteia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352109/posts/default/93892173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352109/posts/default/93892173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peripeteia.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93892173' title=''/><author><name>Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993851433206211314</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></entry></feed>
