<?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-8650790</id><updated>2012-02-10T09:57:25.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>neilsthepoet blog</title><subtitle type='html'>I am not the sham of slam
I am not the crap of rap
I am not art grant speakism
And I'll never be any of that

I am but a simple man
With my blood and tears and sweat
I don't compromise with seductive lies
And I'm not too impressed with threats

Give me truth and honesty
Don't run it by slick and fast
Face to face grace to grace
Show me that love that'll last

Neils
7:21 pm
10/26/2004


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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-1828852045179667365</id><published>2011-09-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:19:16.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All further posts are now being posted</title><content type='html'>At this link here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobodyaskedyou-neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://nobodyaskedyou-neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can go to the profile and find it in&lt;br /&gt;amongst my other blogs....it is entitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What of this time passing - neilsthepoet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the time to come here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:36 pm&lt;br /&gt;09/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-1828852045179667365?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1828852045179667365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=1828852045179667365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/1828852045179667365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/1828852045179667365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-further-posts-are-now-being-posted.html' title='All further posts are now being posted'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7388082305965299039</id><published>2011-06-01T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T21:05:03.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age</title><content type='html'>I have stood on the cliffs of time&lt;br /&gt;And the winds have carved these lines upon my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them speak of joy&lt;br /&gt;Some of them speak of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All would not exist&lt;br /&gt;Were it not for grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;11:04 pm&lt;br /&gt;06/01/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7388082305965299039?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7388082305965299039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7388082305965299039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7388082305965299039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7388082305965299039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/age.html' title='Age'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7039575048659807403</id><published>2011-04-24T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T09:01:49.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyman</title><content type='html'>Everyman lives in his own world&lt;br /&gt;Everyman makes his own way&lt;br /&gt;He is responsible for what he does&lt;br /&gt;He is accountable for what he may say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real man is not kowtowed &lt;br /&gt;By fear of regret or threat&lt;br /&gt;But will speak factually and accurately&lt;br /&gt;Act like he has a set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the face of false peer pressure&lt;br /&gt;The kind that would have one kneel&lt;br /&gt;Like it's some kind of reasonable precaution&lt;br /&gt;That by process of appeasement one can appeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the better nature &lt;br /&gt;Of those who twist and wriggle and connive&lt;br /&gt;Far better it be to fight for right and freedom&lt;br /&gt;Than to surrender to slavery to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far better it be to die&lt;br /&gt;Than it is to not live free&lt;br /&gt;For all the precious &lt;br /&gt;Treasures and Pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are naught&lt;br /&gt;Without courage and capability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:56 am&lt;br /&gt;04/24/2011&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;11:01 am&lt;br /&gt;04/24/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7039575048659807403?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7039575048659807403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7039575048659807403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7039575048659807403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7039575048659807403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2011/04/everyman.html' title='Everyman'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7128342582113080306</id><published>2011-03-05T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:01:52.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never get to read</title><content type='html'>I'll never get to read &lt;br /&gt;Another brand new Robert B Parker book&lt;br /&gt;I always knew I liked him&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even have to give him a second look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could write that hard guy stuff&lt;br /&gt;That combination of adrenaline and wit&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't like a private eye&lt;br /&gt;Who physically and verbally knows how to hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A literate boxer with more than a &lt;br /&gt;Tea spoon of charm&lt;br /&gt;A bull dog on a case&lt;br /&gt;And one with some pretty hefty arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was relentless in his pursuit&lt;br /&gt;He could do that face to face&lt;br /&gt;He went as far as guts would take him&lt;br /&gt;Right to the edge of instinct and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was better at the wise crack&lt;br /&gt;Than Spencer when put to the test&lt;br /&gt;Threats of death or a womans breasts&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason a man shouldn't give his best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read many a book of his straight through&lt;br /&gt;While some I'd savor as the sun went down&lt;br /&gt;A man should leave his mark on the world&lt;br /&gt;There aren't many of his kind left around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love of Suzanne &lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing depiction of when&lt;br /&gt;A guy meets his true match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he'll do and what he'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gun fights and blood and romance&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice and honor and how will it be&lt;br /&gt;If we don't see it through to the end&lt;br /&gt;How would we ever go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;6:52 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/05/2011&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;7:01 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/05/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7128342582113080306?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7128342582113080306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7128342582113080306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7128342582113080306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7128342582113080306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-never-get-to-read.html' title='I&apos;ll never get to read'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7784241132261336064</id><published>2011-03-02T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T10:36:49.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Southern Girl</title><content type='html'>Is a gift from God&lt;br /&gt;Is a gift to man&lt;br /&gt;A living miracle&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can be mild&lt;br /&gt;She can be wild&lt;br /&gt;Fierce as a mountain lion&lt;br /&gt;Protecting her child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can charm and disarm&lt;br /&gt;She can rock the world&lt;br /&gt;She stands proud&lt;br /&gt;When the flag unfurls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fields or small towns&lt;br /&gt;She says what she means&lt;br /&gt;In a hooped gown&lt;br /&gt;Or a pair of blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes fishin&lt;br /&gt;She likes guns&lt;br /&gt;She ain't afraid of work&lt;br /&gt;She ain't afraid of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have all the riches&lt;br /&gt;Your diamonds and pearls&lt;br /&gt;Because there ain't nuthin&lt;br /&gt;In the world like a Southern Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;8:47 am&lt;br /&gt;03/02/2011&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;12:36 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/02/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7784241132261336064?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-9063287968161999859</id><published>2011-02-19T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:21:02.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And from the section Brand New Old Sayings</title><content type='html'>The only way you can turn off being an artist&lt;br /&gt;Is if you've never been one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it more like&lt;br /&gt;Truth and Consequences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments of songs and trains&lt;br /&gt;Everything we wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Moments of spring and rain&lt;br /&gt;Moments of love and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This triad&lt;br /&gt;Presented by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;6:20 pm&lt;br /&gt;02/19/2011&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;written about 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N...again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-9063287968161999859?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/9063287968161999859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=9063287968161999859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/9063287968161999859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/9063287968161999859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-from-section-brand-new-old-sayings.html' title='And from the section Brand New Old Sayings'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-8756867896290444404</id><published>2011-02-07T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:30:45.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my freedom today</title><content type='html'>But in the everyday simple things&lt;br /&gt;The beans and cheese and meat&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the roads are clear&lt;br /&gt;And there are still good people to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must all learn to carry on&lt;br /&gt;And it is at times very painfully true&lt;br /&gt;That the weather is not the only cold&lt;br /&gt;And the sky is not the only one blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;02/07/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-8756867896290444404?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8756867896290444404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=8756867896290444404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8756867896290444404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8756867896290444404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-is-my-freedom-today.html' title='Where is my freedom today'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-2425918481759583215</id><published>2011-01-28T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:08:57.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes are wet with tears</title><content type='html'>Some sadness is forever&lt;br /&gt;Some sorrow is so deep&lt;br /&gt;It'll come upon you in the day time&lt;br /&gt;It'll come to you in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a flash of memory&lt;br /&gt;It's a vision of life and pain&lt;br /&gt;It's a dream of long lost joy&lt;br /&gt;That now claims no mortal name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to love a lover&lt;br /&gt;Who's independent willful and strong&lt;br /&gt;The whole world seems against them&lt;br /&gt;Where is it they belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in our heart&lt;br /&gt;As broken as it may be&lt;br /&gt;But all I can say when it happens&lt;br /&gt;Is thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;4:05 pm&lt;br /&gt;01/28/2011&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;4:08 pm&lt;br /&gt;01/28/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-2425918481759583215?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2425918481759583215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=2425918481759583215' title='1 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now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say them to the stars&lt;br /&gt;Say them to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Say them with the tear drops&lt;br /&gt;That fall when you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the missed opportunities&lt;br /&gt;For the by gone chances&lt;br /&gt;Say them for the memories&lt;br /&gt;And the shattered scattered romances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say them for the winter&lt;br /&gt;And for that coat given by a friend&lt;br /&gt;Lest there not be a collar&lt;br /&gt;To turn up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the cold and freezing wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;5:53 pm&lt;br /&gt;01/21/2011&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;6:25 pm&lt;br /&gt;01/21/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7141090196766015090?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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of us you know&lt;br /&gt;Sorta accidently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;2:49 pm&lt;br /&gt;12/23/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;2:53 pm&lt;br /&gt;12/23/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-1702746278393569942?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1702746278393569942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=1702746278393569942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/1702746278393569942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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make you think&lt;br /&gt;She can uplift your day&lt;br /&gt;When she gives you a wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a dancer of the two step&lt;br /&gt;She's got boots and jeans&lt;br /&gt;She will tell you right straight out&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what she means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves diging in her garden&lt;br /&gt;She loves the wind in her hair&lt;br /&gt;She is such a natural&lt;br /&gt;And you can't help but care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her standing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;11:47 am&lt;br /&gt;12/21/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;11:56 am&lt;br /&gt;12/21/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N...again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-673165347789443965?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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crazy&lt;br /&gt;To keep from goin insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lightning lights up the sky&lt;br /&gt;You can peel it all the way back to the pain&lt;br /&gt;And when those tear drops start to fall&lt;br /&gt;That's when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when &lt;br /&gt;You can get down&lt;br /&gt;You can get down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dancin in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Cue:  sound effects and guitar&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;6:38 pm&lt;br /&gt;12/09/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-6961142094253793284?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6961142094253793284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>It can't happen here</title><content type='html'>We would never be invaded by illegal aliens&lt;br /&gt;Without one meaningful shot&lt;br /&gt;We would never return them over and over again&lt;br /&gt;So they can be released and re-caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would never bow to the Saudis&lt;br /&gt;We would never take from Chavez a book&lt;br /&gt;We would never ignore North Korea&lt;br /&gt;And give their sinking of ships no second look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't happen here&lt;br /&gt;There will never be thousands of gangs&lt;br /&gt;With millions of members roaming the street&lt;br /&gt;Out there wilding looking for a chance to bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never be turned to Socialism&lt;br /&gt;By a scum bag with a serpents tongue&lt;br /&gt;Our schools will never be used and abused&lt;br /&gt;To brain wash our young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will never be so dark of night&lt;br /&gt;There will never be such an evil storm&lt;br /&gt;That demons will run amok &lt;br /&gt;And with impunity kill the unborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would never put on trial&lt;br /&gt;Three SEALs some of America's best&lt;br /&gt;What Jag Off would take such an order&lt;br /&gt;Would subject honorable men to such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An abjectly detestable test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could never happen here&lt;br /&gt;It could never happen here&lt;br /&gt;The sun will always shine&lt;br /&gt;The way will always be clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fear can be a good thing&lt;br /&gt;It whispers in our ear&lt;br /&gt;It tells us to ready ourselves&lt;br /&gt;It tells us something is very near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is not that we are afraid when even&lt;br /&gt;Truth must face those who would doubt it&lt;br /&gt;And even if the earth itself does tremble&lt;br /&gt;We must ask ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ragged and weary worn heart &lt;br /&gt;Will still rise to to do something about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:00 am&lt;br /&gt;04/29/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;6"38 pm&lt;br /&gt;11/24/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-894019183552906775?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/894019183552906775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=894019183552906775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/894019183552906775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth isn't always comfortable&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time must be earned&lt;br /&gt;But turning away from it and hiding&lt;br /&gt;Can definitely leave a mark that burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is the truth and without it&lt;br /&gt;You truly can end up hurting yourself&lt;br /&gt;But even worse than that &lt;br /&gt;You can selfishly and mindlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inflict pain on someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try hard to love yourself&lt;br /&gt;Because if you don't who can&lt;br /&gt;Love for beginners is often only &lt;br /&gt;Restricted as that between a woman and man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the skys&lt;br /&gt;What about the songs&lt;br /&gt;What about the moon&lt;br /&gt;Not everything has to be right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let in some harmony&lt;br /&gt;Some wisdom in a book&lt;br /&gt;Try having some respect&lt;br /&gt;For the things in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That deserve more than a cursory look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:52 am&lt;br /&gt;11/21/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;3:08 pm&lt;br /&gt;11/23/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-460655615272663464?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/460655615272663464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=460655615272663464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/460655615272663464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/460655615272663464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/11/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-2190011815272094436</id><published>2010-11-17T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:22:17.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And....in the late night hours</title><content type='html'>And in the late night hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the souls come out to &lt;br /&gt;Walk the grounds&lt;br /&gt;You can feel their passing through you&lt;br /&gt;As they move without a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how they long for freedom&lt;br /&gt;Freedom from the grave &lt;br /&gt;But their chances died out right with them&lt;br /&gt;And now there's nothing left to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;7:35 pm&lt;br /&gt;11/15/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;1:21 pm&lt;br /&gt;11/17/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-2190011815272094436?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2190011815272094436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=2190011815272094436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/2190011815272094436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thrown out &lt;br /&gt;I've been invited back in&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that all my best times&lt;br /&gt;Are nothing but living sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never forget you &lt;br /&gt;You were so wild and insane&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ever ever forget &lt;br /&gt;What's her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby that's not true&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the howling wind&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it would all come back&lt;br /&gt;If I heard us moan together again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rocked by the best&lt;br /&gt;I've been rolled by the worse&lt;br /&gt;I've had to call a taxi&lt;br /&gt;But all they sent was a hearse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been down some hard roads&lt;br /&gt;I've slept on floors and feather beds&lt;br /&gt;But I'm beginning to think&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna get you outta my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;8:35 pm&lt;br /&gt;11/15/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;dedication to desire and Desiree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;11/15/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....yetagain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-4690310581453014017?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4690310581453014017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=4690310581453014017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4690310581453014017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Way into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love makes sense&lt;br /&gt;And other times definitely not&lt;br /&gt;Oh but don't we know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Love is always cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:11 am&lt;br /&gt;10/31/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:16 am&lt;br /&gt;10/31/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-6175258292186511312?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6175258292186511312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=6175258292186511312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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they do bring joy to this life&lt;br /&gt;And chase away some of the doom and gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the way they sword fight&lt;br /&gt;I loved the runs in the yard&lt;br /&gt;I loved the way they reveal and heal&lt;br /&gt;And remind my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can at times be noble&lt;br /&gt;Without being definsive and hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;11:53 am&lt;br /&gt;10/27/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;1:00 am&lt;br /&gt;10/30/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N...again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-4133294456079701698?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4133294456079701698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=4133294456079701698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4133294456079701698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4133294456079701698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/10/they-are-so-magic.html' title='They are so magic'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-5951681134789546776</id><published>2010-10-16T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:00:24.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Killing at Falcon Lake</title><content type='html'>And what is Obama doing&lt;br /&gt;Napolitano Pelosi or Reid&lt;br /&gt;They don't care who gets murdered&lt;br /&gt;They don't care who has to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to that cheap labor&lt;br /&gt;To get to those cheap votes&lt;br /&gt;Kidnappings murders and home invasions&lt;br /&gt;Your American rights are a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corruption rules in Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Government or the Drug Cartels&lt;br /&gt;Different names for the same ol game&lt;br /&gt;Here to make our lives a living Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who is it that's selling us out&lt;br /&gt;Every Stinking Illegal Alien supporter&lt;br /&gt;And any idiot who goes along with&lt;br /&gt;Every rotten leftist reporter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:33 am&lt;br /&gt;10/14/2010 &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;11:59 am&lt;br /&gt;10/16/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-5951681134789546776?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5951681134789546776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=5951681134789546776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5951681134789546776'/><link rel='self' 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afternoons &lt;br /&gt;Pictures drawn with colored chalk&lt;br /&gt;On that great canvas in a snall town&lt;br /&gt;The family house's front side walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall brings about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red leaves falling to the ground&lt;br /&gt;The cool night air sweeping in&lt;br /&gt;And maybe even maybe even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind word every now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;4:01 pm&lt;br /&gt;10/15/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;4:04 pm&lt;br /&gt;10/15/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-325099324666038071?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/325099324666038071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=325099324666038071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/325099324666038071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/325099324666038071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/10/possibilites.html' title='Possibilites'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' 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friend&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness in the corners&lt;br /&gt;Reaching forth to take hold&lt;br /&gt;Come to rob you of your life&lt;br /&gt;There's a shadow on your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's easier &lt;br /&gt;It's as easy as sin&lt;br /&gt;Iti's easier to give up&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:56 pm&lt;br /&gt;09/22/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;11:24 pm&lt;br /&gt;09/22/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-8038385047971371131?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8038385047971371131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=8038385047971371131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8038385047971371131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8038385047971371131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/09/into-night.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Into the night&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7350638763402848817</id><published>2010-09-14T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:38:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want me to do</title><content type='html'>Crawl across broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Grab a red hot poker&lt;br /&gt;And stick it up my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want me to do&lt;br /&gt;How should I apologize&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a pair of scicissors&lt;br /&gt;And shove them in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I sell my very soul&lt;br /&gt;To buy you a coffee cup&lt;br /&gt;Should I spend the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Admitting I'm nothing but corrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I ever manage&lt;br /&gt;To make such a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll never be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll never catch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lucky break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;11:34 am&lt;br /&gt;09/14/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;11:36 am&lt;br /&gt;09/14/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7350638763402848817?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7350638763402848817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7350638763402848817' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7350638763402848817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7350638763402848817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-do-you-want-me-to-do.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;What do you want me to do&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-6622729970219064892</id><published>2010-08-26T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T08:12:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With everything</title><content type='html'>We fight the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight the fight alone&lt;br /&gt;We fight with children at our feet&lt;br /&gt;We fight to win &lt;br /&gt;And not merely to avoid defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight with everything&lt;br /&gt;With our body mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;We fight under any conditions&lt;br /&gt;The rain the sleet the heat the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight for the big ideas&lt;br /&gt;Our freedoms and liberties&lt;br /&gt;We fight for the ethereal&lt;br /&gt;For such things as destiny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mainly we fight for those&lt;br /&gt;With us down in the mud&lt;br /&gt;We fight shoulder to shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sacredness of our blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:07 am&lt;br /&gt;08/26/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:11 am&lt;br /&gt;08/26/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-6622729970219064892?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6622729970219064892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=6622729970219064892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/6622729970219064892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/6622729970219064892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/08/with-everything.html' title='With everything'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-2893835849300073741</id><published>2010-08-03T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T07:55:15.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This train is rollin</title><content type='html'>This train is rollin&lt;br /&gt;Rollin on down the track&lt;br /&gt;And where she's going&lt;br /&gt;There's no coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This train is bound for glory&lt;br /&gt;This train is bound for pain&lt;br /&gt;This train has got her stories&lt;br /&gt;And her list of names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you here her comin&lt;br /&gt;Comin on down the line&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear that track a hummin&lt;br /&gt;Countin off the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it you said today&lt;br /&gt;What is it you got done&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone choose Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Over the light of the Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if it was never written&lt;br /&gt;As if the words were never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;What you do to the least among you&lt;br /&gt;You most certainly do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This train is rollin&lt;br /&gt;Rollin on down the track&lt;br /&gt;And where she's goin&lt;br /&gt;There's no comin back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better be takin a look&lt;br /&gt;Takin a look deep inside&lt;br /&gt;You might want to reconsider&lt;br /&gt;If your chosen guide is false pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you here her comin&lt;br /&gt;Comin on down the line&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear that track a hummin&lt;br /&gt;Countin off the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was done every day&lt;br /&gt;What's been done over years&lt;br /&gt;How much has one lost their way&lt;br /&gt;To think there hasn't been enough tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This train is rollin&lt;br /&gt;Rollin on down the track&lt;br /&gt;And where she's going&lt;br /&gt;There's no coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This train is rollin baby&lt;br /&gt;This train is a rollin on down the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;8:46 am&lt;br /&gt;08/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;9:54 am&lt;br /&gt;08/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-2893835849300073741?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2893835849300073741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=2893835849300073741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/2893835849300073741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/2893835849300073741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-train-is-rollin.html' title='This train is rollin'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-5405851908812535301</id><published>2010-08-02T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:21:28.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinkin about</title><content type='html'>Thinkin about knowin&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Is it knowin about thinkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I know&lt;br /&gt;I really need a friend&lt;br /&gt;But also learning to be one&lt;br /&gt;Might be a good place to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think&lt;br /&gt;Battles won or lost&lt;br /&gt;It definitely does all come&lt;br /&gt;At a remarkable cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think&lt;br /&gt;I won't make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;If I'm just real careful&lt;br /&gt;I could get a lucky break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the truth comes round&lt;br /&gt;And knocks on my door&lt;br /&gt;And says you think you've seen trouble&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sometimes the only freedom&lt;br /&gt;When everything's coming at you&lt;br /&gt;Is you can't control it all&lt;br /&gt;Only your response what you choose to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need steel back bones&lt;br /&gt;That can sometimes bend&lt;br /&gt;And it's not how many times&lt;br /&gt;We get knocked down in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's if we get back up&lt;br /&gt;That one more time again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;11:36 am&lt;br /&gt;08/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;12:20 pm&lt;br /&gt;08/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-5405851908812535301?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5405851908812535301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=5405851908812535301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5405851908812535301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5405851908812535301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/08/thinkin-about.html' title='Thinkin about'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-5070385041455558676</id><published>2010-06-26T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T06:55:37.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEE</title><content type='html'>It says right here on this piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;I can take your land and life&lt;br /&gt;I now get to kill all your sons&lt;br /&gt;I get to rape and sell your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well &lt;br /&gt;It looks like you lose&lt;br /&gt;You no longer &lt;br /&gt;Have a right to chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where your borders are&lt;br /&gt;Who gets Health Care&lt;br /&gt;If Drug Cartels can use the parks&lt;br /&gt;It's time the undocumented got their share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to shut-up&lt;br /&gt;About gangs kidnappings and crime&lt;br /&gt;You need to shut-up and give it up&lt;br /&gt;Besides you dirty nasty gringos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are way past your prime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:21am&lt;br /&gt;06/26/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;11:15 am&lt;br /&gt;06/26/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-5070385041455558676?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5070385041455558676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=5070385041455558676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5070385041455558676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5070385041455558676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/06/see.html' title='SEE'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-3176504855918561495</id><published>2010-05-12T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:10:09.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty of</title><content type='html'>Some simple easy going conversation&lt;br /&gt;That just happens by circumstance and chance&lt;br /&gt;Is like a wild flower blooming&lt;br /&gt;Is like a child doing a happy dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It puts a spontaneous song in the heart&lt;br /&gt;It lightens brightens up the day&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful it is to know&lt;br /&gt;That common sense and truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have something to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;12:02 pm&lt;br /&gt;05/12/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;12:09 pm&lt;br /&gt;05/12/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-3176504855918561495?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3176504855918561495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=3176504855918561495' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3176504855918561495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3176504855918561495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/05/beauty-of.html' title='The beauty of'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-3387099557061008655</id><published>2010-05-03T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:28:48.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of the light</title><content type='html'>Children of the sun&lt;br /&gt;What is the secret magic&lt;br /&gt;To how love is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when &lt;br /&gt;I don't know where&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly there it is&lt;br /&gt;Floating in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking like a leaf&lt;br /&gt;Looking like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Looking like a smile&lt;br /&gt;And a softly spoken word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:22 pm&lt;br /&gt;05/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:28 pm&lt;br /&gt;05/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-3387099557061008655?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3387099557061008655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=3387099557061008655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3387099557061008655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3387099557061008655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/05/children-of-light.html' title='Children of the light'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-2057608906909310072</id><published>2010-04-29T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:37:38.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody wants to be strong           Nobody wants to work on their weaknesses</title><content type='html'>I like to disagree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to hold a grudge&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to work things out&lt;br /&gt;I like to mood and brood&lt;br /&gt;And cast out about a lot of doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trauma drama is the best &lt;br /&gt;The kind that hurts real deep&lt;br /&gt;Why not everybody else does it&lt;br /&gt;Why not be a creep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want an honest conversation&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it simple and direct&lt;br /&gt;I like to look at it like you owe me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just here to collect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can be aggressive&lt;br /&gt;Or be like a broken winged dove&lt;br /&gt;What ever it takes to break a heart&lt;br /&gt;What ever it takes to desicrate love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Look look look at how innocent I am&lt;br /&gt;Only you are the wolf in sheeps clothing&lt;br /&gt;Only I am the sacred gentle lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as hard to tell who's a liar&lt;br /&gt;As it is to know if the sun is hot&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to know if a soul is clean&lt;br /&gt;Especially one that's been recently bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come at me with that sorrowful look&lt;br /&gt;Your pain gains no solice here&lt;br /&gt;I won't weep for your wounded pride&lt;br /&gt;And I won't drink of your bitter tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:47 pm&lt;br /&gt;04/29/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;12:36 am&lt;br /&gt;04/30/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-2057608906909310072?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2057608906909310072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=2057608906909310072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/2057608906909310072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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moment of peace&lt;br /&gt;And Relaxation between you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The geese were overhead&lt;br /&gt;The goats were on the ground&lt;br /&gt;The fire was the fire with&lt;br /&gt;All it's light and crackling sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were drinking coffee&lt;br /&gt;And plotting to take over the world&lt;br /&gt;But somehow got distracted &lt;br /&gt;And started talkin about the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;11:08 am&lt;br /&gt;04/272010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-3909878908955953231?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3909878908955953231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=3909878908955953231' title='0 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&lt;br /&gt;dog conspiracies goin around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be advised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are known to be loyal&lt;br /&gt;Even though they'll eat bugs&lt;br /&gt;And are some how forgivable&lt;br /&gt;Even when they shit on the rug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're glad to see us&lt;br /&gt;If we're gone five minutes or all day&lt;br /&gt;Their intentions are clear even if&lt;br /&gt;All they've got is a smile and a tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say what they've got to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known more dogs&lt;br /&gt;That have been a better friend&lt;br /&gt;Than those two legged creatures&lt;br /&gt;Whose kindness is mostly pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me that mania&lt;br /&gt;Jumping up on the bed&lt;br /&gt;Let me hide beneath the covers&lt;br /&gt;To keep my face and head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From such honest enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;In the dawns early light&lt;br /&gt;They're honest in their affection&lt;br /&gt;And yet merciless in protecting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come need of a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man they eat a lot&lt;br /&gt;But I vow they'll never lack&lt;br /&gt;Even though they chew up&lt;br /&gt;My socks gloves and hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:28 am&lt;br /&gt;04/26/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;9:32 am&lt;br /&gt;04/26/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-8717426183445398527?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8717426183445398527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=8717426183445398527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;We need more free speech not less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find those that endeavor to shut others down somehow think that it is they alone &lt;br /&gt;who should be the sole arbiters of taste, intelligence, and worthiness&lt;br /&gt;The also seem to not want to openly and honestly debate on equal ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is it that seems to fear actual interchange&lt;br /&gt;Who is it that seems to want to judge rather than explore&lt;br /&gt;Who is it that seems to want to control others and the venue&lt;br /&gt;Rather than deal with an equally open door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad sad sad&lt;br /&gt;But true&lt;br /&gt;For we also speak&lt;br /&gt;By what we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody can shout something&lt;br /&gt;And then run away&lt;br /&gt;Anybody can whisper gossip&lt;br /&gt;And then play you told them that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a certain amount of bravery&lt;br /&gt;To seek to go past what you are told&lt;br /&gt;It takes a certain amount of humility&lt;br /&gt;To dare to bear your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man and woman has cried tears&lt;br /&gt;Every child of light has endured pain&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes how we love the world &lt;br /&gt;Is as simple as our intentions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we speak anothers name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;7:07-15 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/28/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;7:20 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/28/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-46294603881333632?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/46294603881333632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-2494382090320203300</id><published>2010-03-15T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:21:11.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Some</title><content type='html'>I guess it's just too real&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hill doesn't care if you can climb it&lt;br /&gt;The bag doesn't care if you punch it out&lt;br /&gt;The weights don't care if you lift them&lt;br /&gt;Because challenges always come with their doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunting you at your edges&lt;br /&gt;Abilities always have to be maintained&lt;br /&gt;An athlete is always kinda banged out&lt;br /&gt;Always has some nagging pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline has to be payed for&lt;br /&gt;Endorphines come at a price&lt;br /&gt;Most of it comes with blood and sweat&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..it's not all happy sweet and nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be's and you're not me&lt;br /&gt;Only go so far&lt;br /&gt;But you know what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's you don't have to like it&lt;br /&gt;You just have to do it&lt;br /&gt;And the last easy day was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;11:16 am&lt;br /&gt;03/15/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;11:20 am&lt;br /&gt;03/15/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-2494382090320203300?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2494382090320203300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>The Old Way</title><content type='html'>****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in truth and honor&lt;br /&gt;Are the way&lt;br /&gt;And the heart of a warrior&lt;br /&gt;If he is to win the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real intelligence is practical&lt;br /&gt;Real intelligence serves a use&lt;br /&gt;Real intelligence is necessary&lt;br /&gt;To not have to suffer abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When arrogance walks the towns&lt;br /&gt;When foolishness tolerates too much&lt;br /&gt;When excuses and dellusion&lt;br /&gt;Gives a weaker mind a crutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty has it's place&lt;br /&gt;Family has its grace&lt;br /&gt;Strength is essential&lt;br /&gt;To maintain the core base&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old way is still around&lt;br /&gt;It is what some call soul&lt;br /&gt;It knows when to be discreet&lt;br /&gt;It knows when it should be bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food shelter and air&lt;br /&gt;Are more valuable than jewels&lt;br /&gt;As is respect for the abilities&lt;br /&gt;To protect ourselves from fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:00 am&lt;br /&gt;03/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:05 am&lt;br /&gt;03/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-8988046234930630545?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8988046234930630545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=8988046234930630545' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8988046234930630545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tough&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when the work never ends&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes if it’s eatin cakes home baked&lt;br /&gt;It’s good to share with a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s a wave goin by&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just a nod come the days end&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there in the quiet of evening&lt;br /&gt;Comes a smile remembering a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one you know&lt;br /&gt;You can count on as a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm &lt;br /&gt;01/18/2010&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:29 pm&lt;br /&gt;01/19/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-5062295290754951493?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5062295290754951493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=5062295290754951493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5062295290754951493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5062295290754951493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/01/friend.html' title='A Friend'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-4628956528675462364</id><published>2009-11-25T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:13:17.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do want to live</title><content type='html'>But I ain't backin down&lt;br /&gt;I ain't givin in&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin with my kind&lt;br /&gt;Seein it through to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will face what comes&lt;br /&gt;For the fathers sons moms and daughters&lt;br /&gt;I ain't backin down&lt;br /&gt;Come Hell or High Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing without freedom&lt;br /&gt;And I will not have mine taken&lt;br /&gt;I will not turn away or break &lt;br /&gt;Or leave the truth forsaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's evil loose in the land&lt;br /&gt;And it comes in all shapes and forms&lt;br /&gt;I will not let it put a spell on me&lt;br /&gt;Or bind me blind me to conform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one light&lt;br /&gt;And I'm drivin hard into the wind&lt;br /&gt;The rains leakin down into my collar&lt;br /&gt;And they can send what they will send&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't backin down&lt;br /&gt;I ain't givin in&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin with my kind&lt;br /&gt;Seein it through to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;8:29 pm&lt;br /&gt;11/24/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;8:12 am&lt;br /&gt;11/25/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N...again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-4628956528675462364?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4628956528675462364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=4628956528675462364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4628956528675462364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4628956528675462364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-do-want-to-live.html' title='I do want to live'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-8841093313887625351</id><published>2009-11-22T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T08:36:48.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This moment</title><content type='html'>This time goes by so slowly&lt;br /&gt;This drift of sand and sea&lt;br /&gt;This dance of memories&lt;br /&gt;This dance of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the night&lt;br /&gt;I see your blue black hair&lt;br /&gt;I see the signs of light&lt;br /&gt;That say we were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you breathing&lt;br /&gt;I still share your smile&lt;br /&gt;I can sense your presence&lt;br /&gt;As I walk along a country mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a precious gift&lt;br /&gt;You are the moons delight&lt;br /&gt;And if I hadn’t met you &lt;br /&gt;Nothing would have ever been right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;7:46 pm&lt;br /&gt;11/20/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:36 am&lt;br /&gt;11/22/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N...again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-8841093313887625351?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8841093313887625351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=8841093313887625351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8841093313887625351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8841093313887625351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-moment.html' title='This moment'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-285334458611578454</id><published>2009-09-29T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:29:30.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Today and Tommorrow</title><content type='html'>Are you willing to mix it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to give a damn&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to hear what I say&lt;br /&gt;Or tell me who you think I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to stand your ground&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to exchange&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to burn to learn&lt;br /&gt;Can you make it threw the growing pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said you automatically win&lt;br /&gt;Here amongst a million lovers&lt;br /&gt;I am alone unto the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to talk&lt;br /&gt;Can you do more than run and gun&lt;br /&gt;Can you take that simple walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to consider &lt;br /&gt;The other side before you decide&lt;br /&gt;Can you find your way to the open door&lt;br /&gt;Are you brave enough to go inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;4:37 pm&lt;br /&gt;09/28/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;1:25 pm&lt;br /&gt;09/29/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-285334458611578454?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7779649608839679477</id><published>2009-09-28T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:44:44.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not the daisies that are crazy</title><content type='html'>There are daisies in the side walk&lt;br /&gt;There are daisies in my hand&lt;br /&gt;I extend them to you like a sword&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m a dangerous romantic man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;4:44 pm&lt;br /&gt;09/28/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7779649608839679477?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7779649608839679477/comments/default' 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/&gt;You'll never regret it&lt;br /&gt;You'll never bow your head&lt;br /&gt;Put it off till later&lt;br /&gt;That there is a better way instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end never comes&lt;br /&gt;Lock it into your mind&lt;br /&gt;Take the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;Because there is always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:51 am&lt;br /&gt;08/04/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;7:39 pm&lt;br /&gt;08/06/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7819157590382478983?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7819157590382478983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>A lot of the art of lying</title><content type='html'>Has to do &lt;br /&gt;With repeating the lie&lt;br /&gt;If you say it enough&lt;br /&gt;It's eventually something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they'll buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you emotionally explode&lt;br /&gt;Go right off the deep end&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can force them&lt;br /&gt;Into being your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you mock and laugh&lt;br /&gt;Deflect and demean&lt;br /&gt;Then you can say it&lt;br /&gt;Before during and in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act like it is they&lt;br /&gt;Who deliberately interrupt&lt;br /&gt;That way you can&lt;br /&gt;Get away with being corrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act insulted&lt;br /&gt;Play the victim card&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite easy&lt;br /&gt;Not at all that hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it in the name of order&lt;br /&gt;Do it in the name of power&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and throw away&lt;br /&gt;All of your life's precious hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the Holy Victim&lt;br /&gt;Play the Martyr's game&lt;br /&gt;Punish excellence in action&lt;br /&gt;Learn to shift the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:18 am&lt;br /&gt;08/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;7:34 pm&lt;br /&gt;08/06/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-3461048443734015291?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3461048443734015291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=3461048443734015291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3461048443734015291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3461048443734015291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/08/lot-of-art-of-lying.html' title='A lot of the art of lying'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7790908266186360954</id><published>2009-08-06T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T10:57:35.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't come on to me</title><content type='html'>With a half empty cup&lt;br /&gt;I've a full grown dragster&lt;br /&gt;And feel like revvin it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engine tuned and ready&lt;br /&gt;Driver one and the same&lt;br /&gt;Power calm and steady&lt;br /&gt;Lightning is my game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buckin up to start&lt;br /&gt;Digging deep and finding&lt;br /&gt;Emerging moving heart&lt;br /&gt;My RPM's are winding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you ain't got&lt;br /&gt;I'm not green light blinkin&lt;br /&gt;Not makin my hole shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming off the line&lt;br /&gt;Flattening out the tires&lt;br /&gt;A positraction rear end&lt;br /&gt;My pipes are breathing fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endorphines are my elixir&lt;br /&gt;Excitment isn't blind&lt;br /&gt;I need a parachute&lt;br /&gt;For my concentrated mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;written about 1993&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;7:26 pm&lt;br /&gt;08/06/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7790908266186360954?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7790908266186360954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7790908266186360954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7790908266186360954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7790908266186360954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-come-on-to-me.html' title='Don&apos;t come on to me'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-2587866540844839612</id><published>2009-08-06T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:21:00.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You may not</title><content type='html'>You may not ever get over it&lt;br /&gt;But you do have to get on with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;7:20 pm&lt;br /&gt;08/06/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;with respect and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-2587866540844839612?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2587866540844839612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=2587866540844839612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/2587866540844839612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/2587866540844839612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-may-not.html' title='You may not'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-728745782174305296</id><published>2009-07-13T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:47:55.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack</title><content type='html'>And then he’s not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To jump up and snatch that dry dog bone&lt;br /&gt;And scoot down the hall and make you feel you’re&lt;br /&gt;Not so all alone and that you do live in a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can such a baby so alive die&lt;br /&gt;How can such a little one so loved pass&lt;br /&gt;How can my rag shaking terrier terror&lt;br /&gt;Have left me so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much already&lt;br /&gt;Did I do something to cause this&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he was trying to tell me something&lt;br /&gt;And it ended up something I missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a whole bunch of white &lt;br /&gt;Hairs all over my shirt&lt;br /&gt;I wish that my heart wasn’t so &lt;br /&gt;Full of emptiness and hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to jump up in the chair&lt;br /&gt;And sit right in my lap&lt;br /&gt;And if I were real real still&lt;br /&gt;He’d even rest and take a light nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to sit right in front of lightning&lt;br /&gt;Right there in the curve of his chest&lt;br /&gt;Jack was one of the biggest little dogs ever&lt;br /&gt;Jack was definitely one of the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything I do is the first time&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done it without him being there&lt;br /&gt;Pet and hug them all while they’re with you&lt;br /&gt;Let them know you really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been the heat&lt;br /&gt;The air conditioner froze up&lt;br /&gt;I got too busy with the idiots&lt;br /&gt;Who seem to dig being corrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a big dog in&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that created stress&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too self reflective&lt;br /&gt;Too self blaming it’s anybody’s guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buried him out a country road&lt;br /&gt;And now when I run past I know that he is there&lt;br /&gt;He went so young and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I still feel his presence every where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’ll I do with those little sausages&lt;br /&gt;He loved to eat those&lt;br /&gt;Along with red ground chuck meat&lt;br /&gt;Rolled up into little rows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that he couldn’t wolf down chicken&lt;br /&gt;He was all the other dog’s friend&lt;br /&gt;And he was definitely more than one to me&lt;br /&gt;And he did it that way until the very end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his joyous energy in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming me to the day&lt;br /&gt;I miss his jumping on my face&lt;br /&gt;And now tears are all I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems the same &lt;br /&gt;Knowing he’s not right outside that door&lt;br /&gt;Even as I write this it’s hard …..hard&lt;br /&gt;To know he’s not going to be there anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Jack&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jack&lt;br /&gt;Jack Jack the maniac&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;And you’re never coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;12:28 am&lt;br /&gt;07/14/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;get your dogs wormed&lt;br /&gt;don’t let the world take them &lt;br /&gt;out of turn&lt;br /&gt;do all that you can&lt;br /&gt;it’ll make you a better person&lt;br /&gt;it’ll make you a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N….again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-728745782174305296?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/728745782174305296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=728745782174305296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/728745782174305296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/728745782174305296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/07/jack.html' title='Jack'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-4799112881768748504</id><published>2009-07-10T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:20:34.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Jack has passed away</title><content type='html'>He suddenly went down&lt;br /&gt;He was lying next to me in bed&lt;br /&gt;And his stillness caught my attention&lt;br /&gt;Because he was always something else instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An alive ball of energy&lt;br /&gt;The original creative little ball of fun&lt;br /&gt;And now his time is over&lt;br /&gt;His time on this earth is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love him for his memories&lt;br /&gt;His aliveness and his spark&lt;br /&gt;He was always right there with the pack&lt;br /&gt;Adding in his little bark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a big heart&lt;br /&gt;And god knows a friendly smile&lt;br /&gt;I had found him as a puppy&lt;br /&gt;Coming back from a run of ten miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to see if he was poisoned&lt;br /&gt;Because he went too sudden and quick&lt;br /&gt;I got to know if darkness is moving&lt;br /&gt;And doing what is inhumanly sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the new big dog&lt;br /&gt;Hurt him I don't know&lt;br /&gt;He went so quick not even time to&lt;br /&gt;Take him to the vet ahhh man I loved him so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he certainly loved me back&lt;br /&gt;A terrier with a big big heart&lt;br /&gt;He had turned into solid muscle&lt;br /&gt;And certainly tried to do his part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what happened&lt;br /&gt;Now all of a sudden he's still&lt;br /&gt;I'll honor him the best I can&lt;br /&gt;I will pay tribute to the strengths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of his love and energy and will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;12:15 am&lt;br /&gt;07/10/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-4799112881768748504?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4799112881768748504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=4799112881768748504' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4799112881768748504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4799112881768748504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-jack-has-passed-away.html' title='Little Jack has passed away'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7409718791473271142</id><published>2009-07-08T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:38:32.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got dogs</title><content type='html'>I've got dogs&lt;br /&gt;In my back yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woderful dogs&lt;br /&gt;Medium sized dogs&lt;br /&gt;That run around and play&lt;br /&gt;And jump about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs that want to go inside&lt;br /&gt;Unless they're there&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;They want to go back out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;11:07 am&lt;br /&gt;11/07/2001&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;11:38 am&lt;br /&gt;07/08/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7409718791473271142?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7409718791473271142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7409718791473271142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7409718791473271142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7409718791473271142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-dogs.html' title='I&apos;ve got dogs'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-64939975580001235</id><published>2009-07-01T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:47:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Russell is a Son of a Bitch</title><content type='html'>If you’re lookin for an Angel&lt;br /&gt;Go someplace else&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t going to improve his rep&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda like’m myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his balls of etiquette&lt;br /&gt;His intellect sharp as a battle ax&lt;br /&gt;He could be there before during or after&lt;br /&gt;Cheating as usual by actually using real facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bent the rules when it suited him&lt;br /&gt;He broke them to survive&lt;br /&gt;And if I hadn’t learned a few of his tricks&lt;br /&gt;His punches and kicks I wouldn’t be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To irritate the many assholes&lt;br /&gt;Who think they run this world&lt;br /&gt;Both of us have been real nice guys&lt;br /&gt;And would never ever have dreamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of bein with the same girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;I jumped over the moon&lt;br /&gt;Never make your move too late&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes more importantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never make your move too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked his opinion once about something I wrote&lt;br /&gt;Although in that area it’s rare from anybody&lt;br /&gt;I pursue it&lt;br /&gt;He said you know to me it looks a lot like&lt;br /&gt;Circumstantial evidence dripping venom&lt;br /&gt;With your name written in blood &lt;br /&gt;Signed to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might I reiterate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Russell is a Son of a Bitch&lt;br /&gt;And I feel sorry for anybody who’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Hasn’t ever taken them to some God forsaken place&lt;br /&gt;Where you haven’t been damn glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody like him was on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;2:37 pm&lt;br /&gt;06/24/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-64939975580001235?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/64939975580001235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=64939975580001235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/64939975580001235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/64939975580001235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/07/mike-russell-is-son-of-bitch.html' title='Mike Russell is a Son of a Bitch'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-5979732865350056989</id><published>2009-06-25T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:52:37.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem</title><content type='html'>You can agree or disagree with me&lt;br /&gt;You can speak your mind with passion&lt;br /&gt;But do not approach to intimidate me&lt;br /&gt;Or put your hands on me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any shape or fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be persuaded by reason&lt;br /&gt;I can be moved by belief&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t take too lightly&lt;br /&gt;Initiating a threat that I might be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing a lot of grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t just shut up and go along&lt;br /&gt;Like I’m not allowed any questions at all&lt;br /&gt;Last time I looked I was a regular citizen too&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t recall electing some kind of Deity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To City Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did wanting to know&lt;br /&gt;What is simple honest and true&lt;br /&gt;Get turned into something that can&lt;br /&gt;Be labeled an accusation and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurled back at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If somebody wants to converse with me&lt;br /&gt;I’m definitely willing to listen to both sides&lt;br /&gt;But please..please give me the same courtesy&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s kind of hard to hear you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that anger vindictiveness and pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:34 am&lt;br /&gt;06/23/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;through last night&lt;br /&gt;and some today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N…again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-5979732865350056989?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5979732865350056989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=5979732865350056989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5979732865350056989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5979732865350056989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem.html' title='A poem'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-8388142279780345428</id><published>2009-06-18T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T05:21:38.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still writting to you</title><content type='html'>I’d rather have an hour more conversation &lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than two brand new amps and a guitar&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be havin a breakfast of bacon and eggs&lt;br /&gt;Than to be talked up as some big rock and roll star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be sittin in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Waitin for the coffee to get done&lt;br /&gt;Than to stand in front of the Heavens&lt;br /&gt;As the seventh son of the seventh son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather have one more laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather have one more pat on the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather have almost anything &lt;br /&gt;Than my world being so much colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather walk up on that ratty ol porch&lt;br /&gt;And hear the Doors playing their rhythm low and slow&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful to not have missed walking in and seeing&lt;br /&gt;That light spill in the window in a soft warm glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ‘d rather endure a million more trials&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather face down endless heart aches and fears&lt;br /&gt;Than to have missed a single one of your smiles&lt;br /&gt;Than to have missed a single one of your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;7:11 am&lt;br /&gt;06/18/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;06.17.2998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-8388142279780345428?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8388142279780345428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=8388142279780345428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8388142279780345428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8388142279780345428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-still-writting-to-you.html' title='I&apos;m still writting to you'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-5461648857899061780</id><published>2009-06-14T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:56:15.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is our Home Town</title><content type='html'>And we will make it&lt;br /&gt;A better place&lt;br /&gt;Be it with effort and sweat&lt;br /&gt;Be it with simple grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will rise each day&lt;br /&gt;And find a way to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Be it returning a greeting&lt;br /&gt;Or writing a distant friend a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more will I accept the judgment&lt;br /&gt;Of disgruntlement and that’s the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the desire of those&lt;br /&gt;Who have the heart to let it show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s pick up the trash&lt;br /&gt;Let’s clean up the buildings and streets&lt;br /&gt;Let’s show some determination&lt;br /&gt;Let’s play guitars and dance to a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to join in&lt;br /&gt;With potato salad and Bar B Q&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear some bad jokes&lt;br /&gt;And blame all the joy on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to box and wrestle&lt;br /&gt;I want to run and lift weights&lt;br /&gt;I want a place where encouragement thrives&lt;br /&gt;And discouragement is told to stand and wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the singers&lt;br /&gt;The dancers some skits and plays&lt;br /&gt;I want to see talent step forth&lt;br /&gt;And dare to share with us their dreams today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young and old&lt;br /&gt;Boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;This is our time&lt;br /&gt;This is our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is&lt;br /&gt;Our world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:56 am&lt;br /&gt;06/10/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;1:51 pm&lt;br /&gt;06/14/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-5461648857899061780?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5461648857899061780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=5461648857899061780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5461648857899061780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5461648857899061780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-our-home-town.html' title='This is our Home Town'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7934718332466015289</id><published>2009-06-14T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:22:33.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When</title><content type='html'>You've done the right thing&lt;br /&gt;Taken an honest stand&lt;br /&gt;No excuses are necessary &lt;br /&gt;No matter who is it making the demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've done the right thing&lt;br /&gt;And taken an honest stand&lt;br /&gt;Frankly I’m more than a little inclined&lt;br /&gt;To say to Hell with those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who didn't even make much effort &lt;br /&gt;At all to even try to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;2:34 pm&lt;br /&gt;06/13/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;12:18 pm&lt;br /&gt;06/14/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N...again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7934718332466015289?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7934718332466015289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7934718332466015289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7934718332466015289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7934718332466015289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/06/when.html' title='When'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-3722200361614816502</id><published>2009-06-09T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:35:06.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>It’s time for you to stand up&lt;br /&gt;And walk out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On what it truly takes&lt;br /&gt;To make life worth living&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to turn your back on&lt;br /&gt;The heart that could be forgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s always better to leave&lt;br /&gt;Before you have a chance to hear&lt;br /&gt;That there is a gateway opening&lt;br /&gt;A chance to get past your fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is a wheel that’s turning&lt;br /&gt;What good is what you already know&lt;br /&gt;If you have no burning to be learning&lt;br /&gt;How to make the soul seeds grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for you to stand up&lt;br /&gt;And walk out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the life line back&lt;br /&gt;And leave behind your dreaming&lt;br /&gt;But who is it that coldly sold you &lt;br /&gt;That courage bold could be replaced &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By dry bloodless scheming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is it that first proffered forth &lt;br /&gt;Who is it that extended that hand&lt;br /&gt;Covered by the scaly skin of sin&lt;br /&gt;And made upon you demands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made promises of gold &lt;br /&gt;That made promises of power&lt;br /&gt;But in the end only stole &lt;br /&gt;Life’s precious minutes and hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who taught you to close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To not appreciate simple joys&lt;br /&gt;And that rights and freedoms of others&lt;br /&gt;Are but frivolous playthings and toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness does look like wisdom&lt;br /&gt;When temptation is at hand&lt;br /&gt;And telling you to not persevere&lt;br /&gt;To strive to reach to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for you to stand up&lt;br /&gt;And walk out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will it be on open discussion &lt;br /&gt;Or on rumor mongers taking the tact&lt;br /&gt;That the best way to achieve goals&lt;br /&gt;Is through innuendo gossip and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless low down filthy sneak attacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:51 am&lt;br /&gt;06/08/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:33 am &lt;br /&gt;06/09/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;on a tuesday&lt;br /&gt;N...again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-3722200361614816502?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3722200361614816502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=3722200361614816502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3722200361614816502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3722200361614816502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-1279577482375575913</id><published>2009-06-05T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:18:09.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could be more stupid</title><content type='html'>I wish I was more stupid&lt;br /&gt;Then I could have as many friends as you &lt;br /&gt;I wish I was more stupid&lt;br /&gt;Then I’d know just what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d know when to go along&lt;br /&gt;When to tuck my tail and run&lt;br /&gt;How to hang somebody out&lt;br /&gt;And do it all as fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was more stupid&lt;br /&gt;Than I could whisper cheat and lie&lt;br /&gt;I could sleep the sleep of a creep&lt;br /&gt;And do it till the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn’t have to own up&lt;br /&gt;To what I scheme and plot and plan&lt;br /&gt;Than I wouldn’t have to stand on &lt;br /&gt;My own two feet like a full grown man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was smug and condescending&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was better than everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn’t have to consider others&lt;br /&gt;And keep the focus on my small inner self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was pathetic and weak&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could cover it up with false pride&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows it’s easier for knuckle heads&lt;br /&gt;Who only have to consult the idiot winds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help them to decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;11:19 am&lt;br /&gt;06/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;11:48 am&lt;br /&gt;06/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-1279577482375575913?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1279577482375575913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=1279577482375575913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/1279577482375575913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/1279577482375575913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-i-could-be-more-stupid.html' title='I wish I could be more stupid'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-4137864614766009787</id><published>2009-06-04T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:14:22.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrament</title><content type='html'>This great emptiness of betrayal&lt;br /&gt;This great ignorance of deliberate loss&lt;br /&gt;This great sell out of individual freedom&lt;br /&gt;And replacement of dull bureaucracy as boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brow beating and maneuvering&lt;br /&gt;Has replaced viable critical thought&lt;br /&gt;Do we all get to play everything’s ok&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course we get caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How low is too low&lt;br /&gt;But I already know the answer to that&lt;br /&gt;There is no low some won’t go&lt;br /&gt;In their distortion of truth honor and facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never seen more self indulgence&lt;br /&gt;Be more self righteous in its proclamations&lt;br /&gt;Like regression moving with obsession &lt;br /&gt;Can create anything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cult like worship&lt;br /&gt;In the church of self justification&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;3:34 pm&lt;br /&gt;06/04/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;8:14 pm&lt;br /&gt;06/04/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N...again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-4137864614766009787?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4137864614766009787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=4137864614766009787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4137864614766009787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4137864614766009787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/06/sacrament.html' title='Sacrament'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-2704946357466550818</id><published>2009-06-03T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:46:15.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Land of Special Privileges</title><content type='html'>In the land of special privileges&lt;br /&gt;I ask for none&lt;br /&gt;I rise each day&lt;br /&gt;And greet the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my integrity intact&lt;br /&gt;With my word still ringing true&lt;br /&gt;Who are these people &lt;br /&gt;That want to tell me about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we’re all supposed to&lt;br /&gt;Divide and choose sides&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get it&lt;br /&gt;Who is it that decides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is valuable&lt;br /&gt;What determines worth&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that’s the question &lt;br /&gt;Ever since man has walked this earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part plays the heart&lt;br /&gt;In all we say or are told&lt;br /&gt;What brings us closer&lt;br /&gt;To the whole of the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the one who left you&lt;br /&gt;And tarnished hearth and home&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the one who abandoned&lt;br /&gt;The truth to stand alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never sold out friendship&lt;br /&gt;I never made that back room deal&lt;br /&gt;I never spoke of honest earnings&lt;br /&gt;And then took what I could steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:33 am&lt;br /&gt;06/03/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;9:46 am&lt;br /&gt;06/03/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-2704946357466550818?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7999794888835685719</id><published>2009-05-29T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:28:39.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First you have to learn</title><content type='html'>To rip out each others guts&lt;br /&gt;To scratch out each others eyes&lt;br /&gt;To swear to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;And then start right in with lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mercy is the rule&lt;br /&gt;No compassion is the way&lt;br /&gt;Live in fear of being a fool&lt;br /&gt;And then insist on what you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having to be a part of&lt;br /&gt;Anything to do with being fair&lt;br /&gt;What is the cost of a love&lt;br /&gt;That will not endeavor to dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live up to any standard&lt;br /&gt;To measure up to any bar&lt;br /&gt;Except to ignore the simplicity&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we do is what we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;05/29/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:27 pm&lt;br /&gt;05/29/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7999794888835685719?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7999794888835685719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7999794888835685719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7999794888835685719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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a light in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Survived the winter winds&lt;br /&gt;You’ve opened up new windows&lt;br /&gt;And let the fresh air in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always oceans of emotions&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the logic and the facts&lt;br /&gt;But give yourself some credit&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down on the front porch&lt;br /&gt;And witness the green of spring&lt;br /&gt;There is peace beauty and serenity&lt;br /&gt;Uplifting on black and yellow wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;6:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;05/14/2009 &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;6:47 pm&lt;br /&gt;05/14/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-8187073642102950003?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-3166586924725181277</id><published>2009-05-13T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:29:43.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What everyone should do</title><content type='html'>Everyone should just start gossiping&lt;br /&gt;And really get into being rude&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should become undisciplined&lt;br /&gt;And simply give into any mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody should check it out&lt;br /&gt;Or make an effort to live in peace&lt;br /&gt;Everybody should just abandon sanity&lt;br /&gt;And let it die drop dead become deceased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bother caring anymore&lt;br /&gt;It’s way too much trouble anyway&lt;br /&gt;Just sit there numbly dumbly humming&lt;br /&gt;And wait for the other person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish what they have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then launch right into&lt;br /&gt;What ever it is you’re thinking&lt;br /&gt;Their opinion should be exactly like yours&lt;br /&gt;And if it isn’t it’s obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid rotten and stinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:06 am&lt;br /&gt;05/13/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;9:29 am&lt;br /&gt;05/13/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-3166586924725181277?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3166586924725181277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=3166586924725181277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;My eyes glint like steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell who's been workin&lt;br /&gt;You can tell who's been real&lt;br /&gt;Tell whose been telling the truth&lt;br /&gt;And is honest about how they feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something in their gait&lt;br /&gt;There’s something in their ways&lt;br /&gt;Something in their smallest movements&lt;br /&gt;That shows they’ve made it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hard days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we find some mercy and compassion&lt;br /&gt;Some room in our hearts if we can&lt;br /&gt;For the struggle in all our lives&lt;br /&gt;For the soul of our fellow woman and man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to want to be free&lt;br /&gt;To be unchained from the lies and deceit&lt;br /&gt;One has to not wish to twist the truth&lt;br /&gt;To be able to rise above fear of defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely willfully effort to survive&lt;br /&gt;Strive to do well while on this earth&lt;br /&gt;But it is not in the trappings&lt;br /&gt;Of small accolades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gives our basic humanity&lt;br /&gt;It’s real worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:50 am&lt;br /&gt;04/03/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:53 am&lt;br /&gt;04/03/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-6391808203006976884?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6391808203006976884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=6391808203006976884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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grace&lt;br /&gt;Your presence always helped make it&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have the strength of water&lt;br /&gt;May you sustain the intensity of fire&lt;br /&gt;Let not the weight of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;Crush out your hearts desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you out here in the badlands&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the storms of ice and cold&lt;br /&gt;And I know we look ragged and dangerous&lt;br /&gt;But you have touched us to our soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us only have our swords&lt;br /&gt;Our memories and dreams&lt;br /&gt;And every now and then a quiet camp&lt;br /&gt;And a clean clear sparkling stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Your inner light and flame&lt;br /&gt;May as the evening sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;The ravens and wolves long remember your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:02 am&lt;br /&gt;04/03/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;9:21 am&lt;br /&gt;04/03/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7678362058537942345?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7678362058537942345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7678362058537942345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7678362058537942345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7678362058537942345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/04/rose.html' title='Rose'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7014636675402183945</id><published>2009-03-25T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:06:43.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone and No one</title><content type='html'>No one has ever suffered loss&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever endured pain&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever been shunned&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever been falsely blamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is innocent&lt;br /&gt;There are no gossips here&lt;br /&gt;There is no puffed up false bravado&lt;br /&gt;Covering over fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is in the back room&lt;br /&gt;No one is whispering low&lt;br /&gt;No one is plotting and planning&lt;br /&gt;To lay somebody low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is happy&lt;br /&gt;There is no sorrow here&lt;br /&gt;There are no wrongs continued&lt;br /&gt;To cover over tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening sun is going down&lt;br /&gt;The wind is blowing in&lt;br /&gt;What was in our heart in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Will be our reward in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;7:05 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/22/2009&lt;br /&gt;*transcribed with edit&lt;br /&gt;11:06 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/25/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N…again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7014636675402183945?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7014636675402183945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-8363190583040447191</id><published>2009-03-13T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:14:17.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This world as seen through amber</title><content type='html'>To give into evil&lt;br /&gt;Is but to give into its ways&lt;br /&gt;It always starts with something small&lt;br /&gt;And then builds day after day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil has many minions&lt;br /&gt;Some that snip and bite and smirk&lt;br /&gt;They're like smaller demons&lt;br /&gt;Glad just to be an arrogant jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one of them gets a taste&lt;br /&gt;For blood and flesh and power&lt;br /&gt;And gradually his inclinations obsess&lt;br /&gt;Getting darker hour after hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he goes after any who would&lt;br /&gt;Be the wielder of any light&lt;br /&gt;He wants to bring it down dim it out&lt;br /&gt;Take it from others sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That to him is an accomplishment&lt;br /&gt;That to him is something to achieve&lt;br /&gt;To him the truth is a lie&lt;br /&gt;And to stand strong is only done to deceive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how shallow evil can be&lt;br /&gt;But equally so when it comes to relentlessness&lt;br /&gt;It can when given the chance snuff hope out&lt;br /&gt;But is equally satisfied with endless pettiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle field goes on forever&lt;br /&gt;Only above ground is there a soul to save&lt;br /&gt;Come the final clash of sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;There's only if we were brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;7:54 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/12/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;8:56 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/13/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-4014716531212482218</id><published>2009-03-03T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:21:22.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helz yes baby</title><content type='html'>Yeah I've been standing on the cliffs of mortality&lt;br /&gt;With the winds of eternity cutting lines on my face&lt;br /&gt;But I still will my way each and every day&lt;br /&gt;And it's not often an easy and relaxed pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do what I can when it comes to training&lt;br /&gt;I run I spar I sweat and push it to achieve&lt;br /&gt;I hold myself to a code for those around me&lt;br /&gt;That I do not lie mislead or deceive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show some wear it's true&lt;br /&gt;But I've got some strong years left on this frame&lt;br /&gt;I wear my scars and age right out front&lt;br /&gt;I can still go from embers to a roaring flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most important I've learned to appreciate&lt;br /&gt;Others who have paid more than a few dues&lt;br /&gt;And when I’ve been privileged to look out their windows&lt;br /&gt;I have often found hard fought hard won hard earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astonishingly beautiful views&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:43 am&lt;br /&gt;03/03/3009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:20 am&lt;br /&gt;03/03/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-4014716531212482218?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4014716531212482218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=4014716531212482218' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4014716531212482218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4014716531212482218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/03/helz-yes-baby.html' title='Helz yes baby'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-4670763742514849577</id><published>2009-02-20T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:08:14.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will live my own light</title><content type='html'>I will die my own wool&lt;br /&gt;That will not get pulled over my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I vow to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s easier to remember than lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not ever forget you my love&lt;br /&gt;I will not forgive my enemies sworn&lt;br /&gt;We all return to the flame of the fire&lt;br /&gt;From the last day to when we first are born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this illusion of magic&lt;br /&gt;Where is the allure of charms&lt;br /&gt;If not under your mystic spell&lt;br /&gt;If not found within your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know all the answers&lt;br /&gt;But I do what I can&lt;br /&gt;And I will not betray you&lt;br /&gt;I take my oath as a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the silence of my room&lt;br /&gt;Here behind this breath of life&lt;br /&gt;I hold as steady as any ax handle&lt;br /&gt;I cut as clean as any knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer up my death&lt;br /&gt;As beauty before your soul&lt;br /&gt;I would be many things unto you&lt;br /&gt;But never never will I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;7:59 pm&lt;br /&gt;02/20/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;02/20/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-4670763742514849577?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-3381846726278736157</id><published>2009-01-13T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:51:57.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must have forgotten my place</title><content type='html'>Only the white man is full blown evil&lt;br /&gt;Only the white man is completely to blame&lt;br /&gt;That’s why they should be individually targeted&lt;br /&gt;That’s why they should be hunted as the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other white men should sell them out&lt;br /&gt;To prove they are not rotten to the core&lt;br /&gt;Who else would back a not right white man&lt;br /&gt;But a bigoted race hater traitor spawn of a whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many levels of justification have been left&lt;br /&gt;Strewn around and planted in deliberate places&lt;br /&gt;Let it be known these are but for the sole use&lt;br /&gt;Of those who are now deemed inheritors of the graces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black man the brown man and the yellow&lt;br /&gt;These are the new saviors of the world&lt;br /&gt;These are what should be presented as the&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate mate to every woman of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the white man is full blown evil&lt;br /&gt;And all should be done to exterminate his kind&lt;br /&gt;He should be degraded and discouraged&lt;br /&gt;At every endeavor he makes body soul or mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of it should be subtle and barely perceptible&lt;br /&gt;Some of it should appear as unintentional&lt;br /&gt;Some of it should be classified as secret&lt;br /&gt;And never be revealed or in anyway mentionable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet of course some of it should be rude and coarse&lt;br /&gt;This should be done by the secondary pawns&lt;br /&gt;The thugs the slugs the wanna be hard guys should engage&lt;br /&gt;In a manner that let’s the initiator slip slime away get up and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this brief on the action witnessed at much peril&lt;br /&gt;Should be cast aside and dismissed but the crazy ravings&lt;br /&gt;Of a lunatic long ago gone over the edge for the old dead ways&lt;br /&gt;Who still thinks there are values worthy of protection and saving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of date old fashion traits like blood and honor&lt;br /&gt;Long ago forgotten purpose like knowing who you are&lt;br /&gt;The courage and endurance to crawl through endless mud&lt;br /&gt;Because once you’ve heard what thunder and lightning can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong to the night the wind and the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;1:41 am&lt;br /&gt;1/13/2009&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;1:51 pm&lt;br /&gt;01/13/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-3381846726278736157?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3381846726278736157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=3381846726278736157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3381846726278736157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3381846726278736157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-must-have-forgotten-my-place.html' title='I must have forgotten my place'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-9185599570130877826</id><published>2008-11-19T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:45:44.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the nickle shit artists out there</title><content type='html'>I know you like to count your beans&lt;br /&gt;I know you like to play your game&lt;br /&gt;But you ain't never really been out there&lt;br /&gt;Where the weathers not fair and it's heavy pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've lived inside your air conditioned world&lt;br /&gt;You've lived by your calculators and cell phones&lt;br /&gt;But you have no idea of the sacrifice needed&lt;br /&gt;For what it takes to build even a modest home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too busy with your golf&lt;br /&gt;You're too busy with your paper lies&lt;br /&gt;You're too busy to understand that's it's&lt;br /&gt;Only by the strong's mercy that you don't die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate all the weaklings lately&lt;br /&gt;Especially the ones who don't know they are&lt;br /&gt;They think they're the normal ones&lt;br /&gt;Because they have this watch this tv this car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah their credit is great&lt;br /&gt;They've got it all lined up and straight&lt;br /&gt;And digging a ditch straight to Hell&lt;br /&gt;Like here comes the ending and they can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's going to be death all over eternity&lt;br /&gt;Abstract expressionistic imaginative and real&lt;br /&gt;And oh how they think they know what's coming&lt;br /&gt;But they only know how they feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their small little world&lt;br /&gt;With their fill in the blank cards&lt;br /&gt;Their statements as to what is policy&lt;br /&gt;And what is and isn't supposed to be hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the stench of garbage rotting&lt;br /&gt;They are the squirming worms maggots and flys&lt;br /&gt;That live off and around the efforts of others&lt;br /&gt;And will do so until called upon to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell isn't a big giant monster&lt;br /&gt;A beast out to rip out your guts&lt;br /&gt;It's the nagging bragging sagging dragging&lt;br /&gt;Around their sorry butts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Right before anything next in line&lt;br /&gt;That they always try to cut into&lt;br /&gt;But they ain't gitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain't got one&lt;br /&gt;All I have is this lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and bring out your dead&lt;br /&gt;There's always room for one more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;8:33 pm&lt;br /&gt;11/19/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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there'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-213196058919365479</id><published>2008-11-16T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:21:26.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly becomes today&lt;br /&gt;And I start remembering&lt;br /&gt;What last night you had to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you danced with a girl&lt;br /&gt;Back in your high school days&lt;br /&gt;That had more spray net in her hair&lt;br /&gt;Than the B-52’s ever dreamed side ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about that one&lt;br /&gt;That wore her Poodle skirt to school&lt;br /&gt;Man that was something&lt;br /&gt;Her dancing like that at the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were doin some slide stroll thing&lt;br /&gt;You and John were tryin but Ronnie was the best&lt;br /&gt;And that sweet thing that lived up on Blue Bonnet&lt;br /&gt;She eventually put all of yall to the test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much rest but a good test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there were some heart aches and breaks&lt;br /&gt;That always came down the line&lt;br /&gt;And you said one shouldn’t be too proud of ones self&lt;br /&gt;And everyone deserved to have some regrets from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was the music The Big Bopper&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Holly even Elvis sang a tune&lt;br /&gt;That had those 45’s spinnin&lt;br /&gt;And girls swoonin in their rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute ones too with those white lace socks&lt;br /&gt;And Pony tails in their hair&lt;br /&gt;Like you wouldn’t carry their books home&lt;br /&gt;For them even if you lived completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite of there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy was the one taught you to dance&lt;br /&gt;She eased you into that world&lt;br /&gt;The twist woke you up to the&lt;br /&gt;Outrageous subtle power of a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You even saw Misty again at the 10 year re-union&lt;br /&gt;You were both all 74 wild in a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;She in her Cadillac and both of you &lt;br /&gt;Kinda getting off  on the chance you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might get caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take some risks you said you take some falls&lt;br /&gt;And sure times can get hard and lean and tough&lt;br /&gt;And you’re only young once but hey&lt;br /&gt;If you do it right once is enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes no matter how you recall it&lt;br /&gt;It somehow has a sad streak runnin through&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s true it’s true it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Rock N Roll had a dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his name was the Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly becomes today&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;And remembered to remember&lt;br /&gt;What you gave a damn enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:20 am&lt;br /&gt;11/16/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-213196058919365479?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/213196058919365479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=213196058919365479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/213196058919365479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/213196058919365479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/11/tommorrow.html' title='Tommorrow'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-4019699149373998120</id><published>2008-11-15T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:04:58.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you love me</title><content type='html'>Amongst the trash&lt;br /&gt;And stray dogs&lt;br /&gt;All the broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;And sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;When the heat&lt;br /&gt;Bares down&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we tour&lt;br /&gt;The grave yards&lt;br /&gt;And the history&lt;br /&gt;Of spoken tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear the&lt;br /&gt;Defeated talking&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no way out&lt;br /&gt;But to admit we failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the birds start singing&lt;br /&gt;Up there in the trees&lt;br /&gt;When the vine with pink flowers&lt;br /&gt;Are reaching out to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the breeze that blows&lt;br /&gt;Down Trails End's street&lt;br /&gt;Like if I talk to you openly&lt;br /&gt;And truthfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyother phrase isn't something&lt;br /&gt;I need to repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;*written&lt;br /&gt;about the summer of 2006&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:04 am&lt;br /&gt;11/15/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-4019699149373998120?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4019699149373998120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=4019699149373998120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4019699149373998120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/4019699149373998120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-you-love-me.html' title='Will you love me'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-1124501243142615726</id><published>2008-11-12T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:29:30.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde and Blue Eyed</title><content type='html'>She had two children&lt;br /&gt;Of her own&lt;br /&gt;We were both on the bus&lt;br /&gt;And both riding home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made it better&lt;br /&gt;She made it worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;She was easy on the eyes&lt;br /&gt;And had a genuine smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a runner and mother&lt;br /&gt;But mainly a woman of dreams&lt;br /&gt;She put on no false airs&lt;br /&gt;She was exactly what she seemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a walking inspiration&lt;br /&gt;She was a sight to behold&lt;br /&gt;She was the alpha and the omega&lt;br /&gt;And made the world less cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;5:52 pm&lt;br /&gt;11/06/2008&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;12:29 pm&lt;br /&gt;11/12/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-1124501243142615726?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1124501243142615726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=1124501243142615726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/1124501243142615726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/1124501243142615726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/11/blonde-and-blue-eyed.html' title='Blonde and Blue Eyed'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-5509831506716348919</id><published>2008-10-26T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:57:25.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Another day in the country&lt;br /&gt;Another day by the lakes and trees&lt;br /&gt;Another day breathing clean fresh air&lt;br /&gt;And watching the turtle and the hawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set the pace of being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;started yesterday&lt;br /&gt;finished today&lt;br /&gt;10:57 am&lt;br /&gt;10/26/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-5509831506716348919?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5509831506716348919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=5509831506716348919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5509831506716348919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5509831506716348919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7912003064431300598</id><published>2008-10-08T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:02:00.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prisoners of the Prism</title><content type='html'>Stretch the truth&lt;br /&gt;Put it on the rack&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me about splitting hairs&lt;br /&gt;I’ll split’m with an ax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with the captives&lt;br /&gt;Talkin useless hope&lt;br /&gt;Stand there on the trap door&lt;br /&gt;Being fitted for a rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think up your acceptance speech&lt;br /&gt;About who you need to thank&lt;br /&gt;Practice it on the open seas&lt;br /&gt;About half-way out the gang plank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discouragement&lt;br /&gt;Low down dirty and mean&lt;br /&gt;I can cut it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it takes a Guillotine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;about 1992&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;8:59 am&lt;br /&gt;10/08/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N…again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7912003064431300598?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7912003064431300598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7912003064431300598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7912003064431300598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7912003064431300598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/prisoners-of-prism.html' title='Prisoners of the Prism'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-3480337905592567448</id><published>2008-10-08T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:51:21.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't try to stop me</title><content type='html'>Don’t try to stop me&lt;br /&gt;Because….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like poetry&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like to dance&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like anything&lt;br /&gt;That gives me half a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To really get to know you&lt;br /&gt;Call you as a friend&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen your kind before&lt;br /&gt;You like to pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skulking down the streets&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by the curb&lt;br /&gt;In daylight fierce with heat&lt;br /&gt;Are the mentally disturbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While glide rides slide around&lt;br /&gt;Trying to determine&lt;br /&gt;The hippest side of town&lt;br /&gt;Free of intervening vermin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurl me out beyond the garbage&lt;br /&gt;Break loose damn be slammed&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t take me no work&lt;br /&gt;To get me where I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The milk of human kindness&lt;br /&gt;Is bleeding from the bone&lt;br /&gt;And like a baby in the dumpster&lt;br /&gt;I believe I’ve found a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;About 1992&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;8:43 am&lt;br /&gt;10/08/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N….again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-3480337905592567448?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3480337905592567448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=3480337905592567448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3480337905592567448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3480337905592567448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-try-to-stop-me.html' title='Don&apos;t try to stop me'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7453872339032653305</id><published>2008-10-02T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:16:43.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There You Are</title><content type='html'>There you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are with that bright light&lt;br /&gt;Of intensity sensuality and charm&lt;br /&gt;There you are as you were when&lt;br /&gt;When at first my heart was disarmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where you went&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where you’ve been&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that there was real magic&lt;br /&gt;And a clarity of intentions to attend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the sacred gifts of eternal everyday&lt;br /&gt;To the sun rising in the morn&lt;br /&gt;When at first we have to live&lt;br /&gt;We simply live because we were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere along the line&lt;br /&gt;There may come a discovery of re-birth&lt;br /&gt;And then we have to return to the disciplines&lt;br /&gt;If there is to be any real meaning or any worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortal law has never been my moral compass&lt;br /&gt;I am not easily dealt with or understood&lt;br /&gt;Because if justice rules the land all hail King Arthur&lt;br /&gt;And if not I will more than likely lean toward Robin Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;7:54 pm&lt;br /&gt;10/01/2008&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:32 pm&lt;br /&gt;10/02/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7453872339032653305?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7453872339032653305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7453872339032653305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7453872339032653305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7453872339032653305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-you-are.html' title='There You Are'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-8288505398782709035</id><published>2008-09-20T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:33:04.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighs without lies</title><content type='html'>I'm into picnics&lt;br /&gt;And wild wild sex&lt;br /&gt;I'm into communication&lt;br /&gt;Simple and direct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read books&lt;br /&gt;I like to shoot guns&lt;br /&gt;I like to dance&lt;br /&gt;And have a little fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not always be easy&lt;br /&gt;But I'm always real&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly an angel&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lie cheat or steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few dogs&lt;br /&gt;I have a few cats&lt;br /&gt;They seem better company&lt;br /&gt;Than where most are at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I train hard and run&lt;br /&gt;I still put on the gloves&lt;br /&gt;But I must be crazy&lt;br /&gt;Because I still believe in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the clingy dingy kind&lt;br /&gt;But the kind that goes to the bone&lt;br /&gt;Not that at times I don't want&lt;br /&gt;And need to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to go camping&lt;br /&gt;But then again I like champagne&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing sexier in high heels&lt;br /&gt;Or running shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than perfume sweat and a brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:19 am&lt;br /&gt;09/20/2008&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:31 am&lt;br /&gt;09/20/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-8288505398782709035?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8288505398782709035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=8288505398782709035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8288505398782709035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8288505398782709035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/09/sighs-without-lies.html' title='Sighs without lies'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7663213017871833307</id><published>2008-09-08T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:13:39.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Venting</title><content type='html'>I'm just venting&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not stating my real beliefs&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not baring my naked soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not trying to step past grief&lt;br /&gt;And contribute someting against the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morally dead corrupt and cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only got these open hands&lt;br /&gt;I've only got the will to heart&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell the difference between&lt;br /&gt;Those who will and those who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would never ever do their part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it a better world&lt;br /&gt;To know how to continue to learn&lt;br /&gt;I can tell when the desire is there&lt;br /&gt;To be willing to step up to protect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the home fires burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not suffer fools lightly&lt;br /&gt;Or long for peace at any cost&lt;br /&gt;I live by the law of my blood line&lt;br /&gt;And kneel not down for mindless power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reeks and seeks to be my boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize the uplifted sword&lt;br /&gt;I feel the wind of wings&lt;br /&gt;That comes to put steel in my spine&lt;br /&gt;And the courage to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the angels sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:14 am&lt;br /&gt;09/08/2008&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;9:19 am&lt;br /&gt;09/08/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7663213017871833307?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7663213017871833307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7663213017871833307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7663213017871833307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7663213017871833307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-venting.html' title='Just Venting'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-958140896750641268</id><published>2008-08-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:08:27.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it's the green</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's the green&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's a dove&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's wings&lt;br /&gt;When we find ourselves in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there's a moment&lt;br /&gt;On a quiet clear day&lt;br /&gt;When a mother and her nest&lt;br /&gt;Brings the best our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has treasures&lt;br /&gt;That can make you sigh&lt;br /&gt;That enriches your soul&lt;br /&gt;Simply by catching your eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how miracles&lt;br /&gt;Can come to simply be&lt;br /&gt;Like they were always there&lt;br /&gt;For us to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:05 pm&lt;br /&gt;8/18/2008&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;9:08 pm&lt;br /&gt;08/18/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-958140896750641268?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/958140896750641268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=958140896750641268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/958140896750641268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/958140896750641268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-its-green.html' title='Sometimes it&apos;s the green'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-6977644424425887715</id><published>2008-08-16T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:53:48.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You</title><content type='html'>If you can’t say no&lt;br /&gt;How can you say yes&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t seen me&lt;br /&gt;At my worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you love me&lt;br /&gt;At my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t take a lead&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever follow&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t judge me&lt;br /&gt;By my deeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Are shallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;How can we share company&lt;br /&gt;If I am completely blind&lt;br /&gt;In my own home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I expect&lt;br /&gt;You to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t come back&lt;br /&gt;How could you ever leave&lt;br /&gt;If it’s only at your&lt;br /&gt;Convenience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s this talk&lt;br /&gt;Of eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;About 1992 or 93&lt;br /&gt;*from the garage collage&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;10:47 am&lt;br /&gt;08/16/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-6977644424425887715?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-6854396842782687282</id><published>2008-07-31T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:28:10.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ever</title><content type='html'>Are you ever going to make something&lt;br /&gt;Out of your pathetic life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always have to get the last word in&lt;br /&gt;Does it always have do be some kind of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame flame blame game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it always have to be&lt;br /&gt;Your manipulative muttering stuttering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incapability of any kind of shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ever going to focus&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you think worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;That you’re willing to sacrifice for train for&lt;br /&gt;And not just work that look at me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you had youth beauty and charm&lt;br /&gt;I thought you wanted to develop an artist’s soul&lt;br /&gt;But in the end your self entitlement and self indulgences&lt;br /&gt;Turned you into being petty small and cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you think that makes you a winner&lt;br /&gt;Then that just goes to show you haven’t changed much&lt;br /&gt;Are you ever going to step all the way out here&lt;br /&gt;Or would that mean you’d have to leave your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety net and fall back crutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you think that faith has a place&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you think that talent is earned&lt;br /&gt;So....how heavy is the world&lt;br /&gt;When it’s only saving grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That can  pull you off the last bridge burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;11:20 pm&lt;br /&gt;07/31/2008&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;11:24 pm&lt;br /&gt;07/31/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-6854396842782687282?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6854396842782687282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=6854396842782687282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/6854396842782687282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/6854396842782687282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-ever.html' title='Are you ever'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-5042359138108498234</id><published>2008-06-06T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T06:35:54.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us</title><content type='html'>Let us all speak of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the great unknowable&lt;br /&gt;Of that which can not be spoken of&lt;br /&gt;Let us all witness the awe and wonder&lt;br /&gt;Of this miraculous gift called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;8:36 pm&lt;br /&gt;06/05/2008&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;8:35 am&lt;br /&gt;06/06/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-5042359138108498234?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5042359138108498234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=5042359138108498234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5042359138108498234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5042359138108498234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-us.html' title='Let us'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-1768511606713922838</id><published>2008-05-28T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:28:10.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exiled</title><content type='html'>Exiled while still residing in my nation&lt;br /&gt;Orphaned from my living family’s home&lt;br /&gt;And you’ve still got the nerve to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why my heart is as cold as stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;5:26 pm&lt;br /&gt;05/28/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;He was my familiar&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll miss the Hell out of him&lt;br /&gt;He brought warmth to my heart&lt;br /&gt;And now the lights a little less dim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was as black as night&lt;br /&gt;And as beautiful as any storm&lt;br /&gt;I was alone on the highway&lt;br /&gt;When into my life he was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was young&lt;br /&gt;He’d go looking for a fight&lt;br /&gt;He was always on the prowl&lt;br /&gt;And doin what a cat thought was right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when he got older&lt;br /&gt;He did less roaming around&lt;br /&gt;But no one took his territory&lt;br /&gt;No one ever took him down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was ferocious when he fought&lt;br /&gt;All out fury rage and skill&lt;br /&gt;Un-relentless in the attack&lt;br /&gt;He never did surrender his will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he had his humor&lt;br /&gt;Like taking a swat at you&lt;br /&gt;When you walked too close by&lt;br /&gt;And didn’t look at what he wanted you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could eat a helleva lot&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at how much he could&lt;br /&gt;A chicken thigh a half can of food&lt;br /&gt;And some dry food on the side did him good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the obligatory bowl of milk&lt;br /&gt;From time to time to time&lt;br /&gt;I liked him and loved him a lot&lt;br /&gt;He was a true one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Honorous Memoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;11:32 am&lt;br /&gt;05/11/2008&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;11:35 am&lt;br /&gt;05/11/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-716539546966128259?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Our loved ones family and friends&lt;br /&gt;And we are willing to walk it out there&lt;br /&gt;Where you don't have the luxury of depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You run you gun&lt;br /&gt;You read letters from home&lt;br /&gt;We all live for each other&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all die alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have brothers I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;I still have moments of stark sheer fear&lt;br /&gt;I still try to speak for those who can't anymore&lt;br /&gt;And it is only for them I shed any tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm not understood&lt;br /&gt;And if I had to do it all again&lt;br /&gt;I know I would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War never leaves you&lt;br /&gt;I see it on the young men coming back&lt;br /&gt;To me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look like young wolves&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to find their pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:14 pm&lt;br /&gt;05/07/2008&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;9:41 pm&lt;br /&gt;05/07/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-3439358112079256528?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3439358112079256528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=3439358112079256528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3439358112079256528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/3439358112079256528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-hard-path-to-walk.html' title='It is a hard path to walk'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-8783865521391621709</id><published>2008-03-21T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:26:00.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All this Death and Beauty</title><content type='html'>All this Death and Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these walks in the moonlit night&lt;br /&gt;All these stories that are told&lt;br /&gt;All these inner struggles as to what is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where for art our soul&lt;br /&gt;But in our eyes and hands&lt;br /&gt;How is it that we use our intellect&lt;br /&gt;Till we rise above what we understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more eternity in a blade of grass&lt;br /&gt;Than anything that I will ever write&lt;br /&gt;Like that would somehow stop me&lt;br /&gt;From refracting off this light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have seen as inspiration&lt;br /&gt;That I have heard in a wise mans song&lt;br /&gt;That I have seen on a teenager&lt;br /&gt;Although there I believe it was a thong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this Death and beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these tests along our way&lt;br /&gt;All our accomplishments and failures&lt;br /&gt;All this Death and Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That takes our breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;9:09 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/21/2008&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;9:25 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/21/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-8783865521391621709?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8783865521391621709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=8783865521391621709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8783865521391621709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/8783865521391621709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-this-death-and-beauty.html' title='All this Death and Beauty'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7761959806108298318</id><published>2008-03-13T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:30:26.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts of Spring</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts of Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls are as cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;And some just blow you away&lt;br /&gt;Some just want you to be all nicey nice&lt;br /&gt;And others turn the night into day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls are alway busy busy&lt;br /&gt;But some how manage to draw near&lt;br /&gt;Some will even dare to stand with you&lt;br /&gt;Through your real anger challenges and tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls are from heaven above&lt;br /&gt;And still somehow as naughty as Hell&lt;br /&gt;Some girls like to wear leather gloves&lt;br /&gt;And are ready to go bell to bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls can make you sigh&lt;br /&gt;Some girls revive your soul&lt;br /&gt;Some girls somehow know the magic&lt;br /&gt;Of being simultaneously shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;4:04 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/13/2008&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;4:25 pm&lt;br /&gt;03/13/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N......again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7761959806108298318?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7761959806108298318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7761959806108298318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7761959806108298318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7761959806108298318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thoughts-of-spring.html' title='Random thoughts of Spring'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-2585641316872140123</id><published>2008-02-26T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:33:34.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are worse things in this world</title><content type='html'>Than to be thought of as an outsider&lt;br /&gt;To be avoided at all costs&lt;br /&gt;There are worse things in this world&lt;br /&gt;That bring about suffering and loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What of the spiritually bereft&lt;br /&gt;What of the arrogantly blind&lt;br /&gt;What of the man that’s always right&lt;br /&gt;Right the Hell out of his mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What of the woman who wants&lt;br /&gt;A real man in this world to hold&lt;br /&gt;But she wants it all to come to her&lt;br /&gt;She does not want to have to be bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What of the young man who rebels&lt;br /&gt;But doesn’t know what he’s for&lt;br /&gt;He only knows what he’s against&lt;br /&gt;And sure is lopsided keeping the score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are worse things in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than to be thought of as an after thought&lt;br /&gt;To be taken for granted at leisure’s ease&lt;br /&gt;Think of all those who’s self worth is&lt;br /&gt;Totally dependent on whom they please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agony of not being able to face&lt;br /&gt;The bleak and unknowable fate of fates&lt;br /&gt;Through which we must all pass&lt;br /&gt;To even begin to know the wisdom of how to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;10:29 pm&lt;br /&gt;02/26/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-2585641316872140123?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-5100869495871240460</id><published>2008-01-09T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:42:23.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It didn't make any difference</title><content type='html'>That I had been in Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;And I had been in the Corp&lt;br /&gt;When my mother passed away&lt;br /&gt;It was like nothing ever before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't make any difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had been in martial arts&lt;br /&gt;For years and years&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stopped that emptiness&lt;br /&gt;The aching or the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't make any difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had read all about eternal truth&lt;br /&gt;Or knew the books through and through&lt;br /&gt;Before it had just been a saying&lt;br /&gt;Unless it personally happens to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd loved and lost&lt;br /&gt;And loved and lost yet again&lt;br /&gt;But never before had I felt the shock&lt;br /&gt;Of the world come to such an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been a man a long long time&lt;br /&gt;I had struggled deep to find my soul&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tellin you when my mom passed&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was nine years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And completely inconsolable&lt;br /&gt;Completely beyond any reach&lt;br /&gt;I was tossed out on agonies seas&lt;br /&gt;I was torn from the living breech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I went on&lt;br /&gt;I don't until this very day&lt;br /&gt;But yet now with the passing of time&lt;br /&gt;I hear her voice I feel her caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About how I make my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;3:34 pm&lt;br /&gt;01/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;3:42 pm&lt;br /&gt;01/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-5100869495871240460?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5100869495871240460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=5100869495871240460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5100869495871240460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/5100869495871240460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-didnt-make-any-difference.html' title='It didn&apos;t make any difference'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-1331895940673129978</id><published>2007-12-26T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:49:46.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS IT WITH</title><content type='html'>Some Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women call you up&lt;br /&gt;Like they never threw a&lt;br /&gt;Baseball bat through your window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they don’t deserve&lt;br /&gt;To reap what they sow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women call you up&lt;br /&gt;Like they’re not some kind of&lt;br /&gt;Undercover I’m not over my last lover maniac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they want to reclaim the knife&lt;br /&gt;They left in your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women call you up&lt;br /&gt;Like all they want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is deliver a sweet innocent holiday greeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they’d actually relate if&lt;br /&gt;You’re not their lamb to slaughter bleating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women call you up&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing’s wrong and if&lt;br /&gt;It is you just now caused it to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wipe that smile off your face&lt;br /&gt;Or I will with a good slappin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t think so this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;You’re going to have to walk up hill&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;You’re going to have to not kill the thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;You’re going to have to be disarming&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;You’re going to have to be real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And charming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;It’s on you&lt;br /&gt;And if not&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;4:44 pm&lt;br /&gt;12/26/2007&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;4:48 pm&lt;br /&gt;12/25/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-1331895940673129978?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1331895940673129978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=1331895940673129978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/1331895940673129978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/1331895940673129978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-it-with.html' title='WHAT IS IT WITH'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-2174743244436382123</id><published>2007-12-03T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:23:59.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And that's all fine and good but</title><content type='html'>Yeah well somewhere in all this nicey nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has to be some seriously hot hot sex&lt;br /&gt;Something to do with writhing sweat&lt;br /&gt;And making the bed an absolute wreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah….I’d like to watch you get off&lt;br /&gt;I’d like you to tease me please me as well&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby somewhere in there has to be&lt;br /&gt;Us singing that siren song like we’re ringing a bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can act all offended if you want&lt;br /&gt;But I’d like for us to take each other home&lt;br /&gt;I like for us to drive each other crazy&lt;br /&gt;And get down into to some heavy moans and groans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I like picnics and conversations&lt;br /&gt;And I like to take some long long walks&lt;br /&gt;And honestly at times there’s nothing better&lt;br /&gt;Than an a simple smile a laugh and a talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If getting naked isn’t in there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to tell you I don’t want to pretend&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing in the world I need right now&lt;br /&gt;Is more non physical……….caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some sincere oh so sincere&lt;br /&gt;Can’t we be just friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;6:17 pm&lt;br /&gt;12/03/2007&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;6:20 pm&lt;br /&gt;12/03/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N......again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-2174743244436382123?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2174743244436382123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=2174743244436382123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/2174743244436382123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/2174743244436382123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-thats-all-fine-and-good-but.html' title='And that&apos;s all fine and good but'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7864264149158059101</id><published>2007-12-02T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:40:22.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>Girls just like to drift around&lt;br /&gt;With their heads full of crap&lt;br /&gt;While they suck out some guy’s life blood&lt;br /&gt;Like he was born to be their sap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls just like to check you out&lt;br /&gt;And then to string you along&lt;br /&gt;While they wait for Mr Perfect&lt;br /&gt;As they sing they’re let’s all get along song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are what they are&lt;br /&gt;They’re the mix of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;They’re like demon angels&lt;br /&gt;Askin you for diamonds while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wear some other guys pearls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t know any better&lt;br /&gt;They live in a complete illusion&lt;br /&gt;They’re just not happy unless everything&lt;br /&gt;Around them is in complete confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ll blame you and they’ll shame you&lt;br /&gt;And take all of your cd’s&lt;br /&gt;And swear they were just about to love you&lt;br /&gt;If you only hadn’t … been so mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their thoughts are all jumbled mush&lt;br /&gt;For being such conniving tarts&lt;br /&gt;They listen attentively at your hunger for life&lt;br /&gt;But all they can think about is eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your still beating heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;8:24 am&lt;br /&gt;12/02/2007&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;6:29 pm&lt;br /&gt;12/02/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7864264149158059101?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7864264149158059101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7864264149158059101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7864264149158059101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7864264149158059101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/2007/12/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-10627870535360972</id><published>2007-11-14T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T06:41:58.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One to one with winters blossom</title><content type='html'>What wonderment fills our future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fullfillment lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;Which way does the road twist and turn&lt;br /&gt;That probably depends upon the lessons&lt;br /&gt;We learned or should have learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a wintry morn&lt;br /&gt;With it's fog and gray wet grace&lt;br /&gt;Shrouding the day's first light&lt;br /&gt;As we move to find our place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this ever changing new world&lt;br /&gt;With it's challenges and dangers&lt;br /&gt;Who among us seeks to know us&lt;br /&gt;Who among us remain the strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of that is our decision&lt;br /&gt;Part of that resides with fate&lt;br /&gt;Which way is the garden&lt;br /&gt;And which way swings the gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;8:36 am&lt;br /&gt;11/14/2007&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;8:30 am&lt;br /&gt;11/14/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-10627870535360972?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-7465351902987636721</id><published>2007-10-19T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T18:45:30.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw</title><content type='html'>I saw&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;Halfway to Hell&lt;br /&gt;Halfway to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a young boy on a drug corner&lt;br /&gt;Standing there all alone&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if he’d been abandoned&lt;br /&gt;Thrown out of his home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a booney hatted one&lt;br /&gt;Riding on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Moving in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the few he had left to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the bridge where the tramps&lt;br /&gt;Went underneath to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Or to get a bullet in the forehead&lt;br /&gt;Put there by some creep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a string of lights&lt;br /&gt;And they were all coming straight at me&lt;br /&gt;As I ran along side the road&lt;br /&gt;To stay strong enough to remain free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;8:27 pm&lt;br /&gt;10/19/2007&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;8:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;10/19/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-7465351902987636721?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7465351902987636721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=7465351902987636721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/7465351902987636721'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;That now stalks and walks our streets&lt;br /&gt;I have seen it in the sadness&lt;br /&gt;Of once brave souls that gave into retreat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has been said of temporary glory&lt;br /&gt;Much has been given for popular praise&lt;br /&gt;Many steps have been mistakenly taken&lt;br /&gt;That do not account for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it's never been easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be in this world but not of it&lt;br /&gt;This world of awesome beauty and choice&lt;br /&gt;But better to walk on alone forever&lt;br /&gt;Than to give credibility to anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than truth's voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;11:56 am&lt;br /&gt;09/26/2007&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;12:01 pm&lt;br /&gt;09/28/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div 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World'/><author><name>neilsthepoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356857113106854614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QB9gvqr-eAo/Rr6RRDElGtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0wArncmkzSU/s400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650790.post-320157389684917076</id><published>2007-09-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T06:40:21.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes.... in the journal of the journey</title><content type='html'>Let us face the miracles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our wit and grace&lt;br /&gt;Let us find our lives alive&lt;br /&gt;Let us find our place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To apply our discipline&lt;br /&gt;Our integrity and pride&lt;br /&gt;Let us seek through humility&lt;br /&gt;Our beauty not to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not done for the honors&lt;br /&gt;It's is not done for the reward&lt;br /&gt;But to pay homage to the light&lt;br /&gt;We are all walking toward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get a bit of respect&lt;br /&gt;In one's own time&lt;br /&gt;From one's own peers&lt;br /&gt;Is worth the effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;8:20 am&lt;br /&gt;09/09/2007&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;8:40 am&lt;br /&gt;09/09/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-320157389684917076?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/320157389684917076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you caught me looking at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Caught me looking up into that blue&lt;br /&gt;You caught me thinking up a song&lt;br /&gt;That I from my heart would give to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do hundreds of push ups and sit ups&lt;br /&gt;As well as put in some time with weights&lt;br /&gt;I have great respect for men who’ve stepped&lt;br /&gt;In to test their full measure with fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you caught me cooking dinner&lt;br /&gt;Preparing some good for you food&lt;br /&gt;You caught me laughing out loud&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying music and being in a joyful mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what do we do&lt;br /&gt;How do we resolve this Celtic knot&lt;br /&gt;Do we look into each others eyes&lt;br /&gt;And both give it our best shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;12:30 am&lt;br /&gt;07/27/2007&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;12:35 am&lt;br /&gt;08/27/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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the light&lt;br /&gt;To read another excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouring over manuscripts&lt;br /&gt;Is it getting through&lt;br /&gt;Tell us what you think&lt;br /&gt;We see what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep talking revolution&lt;br /&gt;Put it to the test&lt;br /&gt;With inclusive evolutions&lt;br /&gt;Or you're like all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power Holy Power&lt;br /&gt;For the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Crumbling prideful towers&lt;br /&gt;Before the bended kneee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former civilizations&lt;br /&gt;Ruins by the shore&lt;br /&gt;A solitary figure&lt;br /&gt;Plans to even the score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power Holy Power&lt;br /&gt;For the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Crumbling prideful towers&lt;br /&gt;Before the bended knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neils&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;about 1993&lt;br /&gt;performed at the real&lt;br /&gt;Ed's Poet's Society&lt;br /&gt;at a small book store off&lt;br /&gt;South Alamo Street&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;transcribed this time&lt;br /&gt;6:16 pm&lt;br /&gt;05/18/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8650790-981054634107925070?l=neilsthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/981054634107925070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8650790&amp;postID=981054634107925070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/981054634107925070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8650790/posts/default/981054634107925070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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