<?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-10840317</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:04:24.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR JACK,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-3720280439315193315</id><published>2008-04-21T01:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:12:14.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Figurehead</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No jester-face, no harlequin but the prettiest side of the Hidden King&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watch your face though its only half see what makes us smile see what makes us laugh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The tip of the iceberg the front of the sail and the flag on the mast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We watch as we sink we were warned ahead you’re so much more that that&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The gavel comes down you’re what its about you’re what it’s about&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Figurehead, cannon, figurehead, cannon, figurehead, captain and judge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pestilence, famine, war, flame, evil all and just the same. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Children’s thoughts brought only fitting thinking you were only kidding&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even demons do your bidding! We are sitting still still sitting. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Full of love full of joy just and true… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The tip of the iceberg the front of the sail and the flag on the mast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We watch as we sink we were warned ahead you’re so much more that that&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The gavel comes down you’re what its about you’re what it’s about&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Figurehead, cannon, figurehead, cannon, figurehead, captain and judge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh captain my captain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-3720280439315193315?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/3720280439315193315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=3720280439315193315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/3720280439315193315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/3720280439315193315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2008/04/figurehead.html' title='Figurehead'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-1156310291435252241</id><published>2007-08-14T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:09:50.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arguous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This song seems so short,&lt;br /&gt;but most of it is instrumental,&lt;br /&gt;and the parts that are sung,&lt;br /&gt;are sung REALLY slowly...&lt;br /&gt;((Hence the name))... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever make nice or do right.&lt;br /&gt;But I can make you smile when you're sad.&lt;br /&gt;And If I'm home in time, I can hold you and kiss you good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever be able to feed us.&lt;br /&gt;But I can make you smile when you're sad.&lt;br /&gt;And If I'm right, I'm sure that should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever pay for your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;But I can make you smile when you're sad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hope I'm right cause if I'm not... I'll be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-1156310291435252241?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/1156310291435252241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=1156310291435252241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/1156310291435252241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/1156310291435252241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2007/08/arguous.html' title='Arguous'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-7443472671915491685</id><published>2007-08-13T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T03:15:23.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver-As-The-Stars Hearts Black-As-Pitch Very Much</title><content type='html'>Silver, silver, silver, silver,&lt;br /&gt;silver, silver, silver, silver&lt;br /&gt;Hands that save, saved by grace,&lt;br /&gt;Grace by faith graced my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracking back as fast as I can;&lt;br /&gt;As fast as my past can carry me.&lt;br /&gt;And I need a One-Eighty so bad&lt;br /&gt;I can smell and taste all the faith I lack.&lt;br /&gt;I would burn alive to turn inside.&lt;br /&gt;Outside my eyes can see my life&lt;br /&gt;Spiral round and round a helix, a spiny&lt;br /&gt;Polygon of truth and lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver, silver, silver, silver,&lt;br /&gt;silver, silver, silver, silver&lt;br /&gt;Hands that save, saved by grace,&lt;br /&gt;Grace by faith graced my face.&lt;br /&gt;Hands as black as pitch I have&lt;br /&gt;You let me go as I turn back.&lt;br /&gt;So blessed am I by our contrast&lt;br /&gt;You love me more than I could grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the stars, silver, shining.&lt;br /&gt;From behind bars your silver lining that&lt;br /&gt;Tells me "Well, It's All Okay" but I&lt;br /&gt;Have never felt at all that way.&lt;br /&gt;So I try and try to dry and cure&lt;br /&gt;The tears I've cried not noticing you're&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's bright and pure...&lt;br /&gt;Silver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver, silver, silver, silver,&lt;br /&gt;silver, silver, silver, silver&lt;br /&gt;Hands that save, saved by grace,&lt;br /&gt;Grace by faith graced my face.&lt;br /&gt;Hands as black as pitch I have&lt;br /&gt;You let me go as I turn back.&lt;br /&gt;So blessed am I by our contrast&lt;br /&gt;You love me more than I could grasp,&lt;br /&gt;So thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's bright and pure&lt;br /&gt;Who cares enough, who loves me whether or not I&lt;br /&gt;Feel the same...&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I...&lt;br /&gt;Feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver, silver, silver, silver,&lt;br /&gt; silver, silver, silver, silver&lt;br /&gt; Hands that save, saved by grace,&lt;br /&gt; Grace by faith graced my face.&lt;br /&gt;Hands as black as pitch I have&lt;br /&gt;You let me go as I turn back.&lt;br /&gt;So blessed am I by our contrast&lt;br /&gt;You love me more than I could grasp,&lt;br /&gt;So thank you... (for that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-7443472671915491685?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/7443472671915491685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=7443472671915491685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/7443472671915491685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/7443472671915491685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2007/08/silver-as-stars-hearts-black-as-pitch.html' title='Silver-As-The-Stars Hearts Black-As-Pitch Very Much'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-4545554623091404174</id><published>2007-08-13T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T03:01:11.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering</title><content type='html'>Can I reflect your infinite love?&lt;br /&gt;Is my dirty mirror clean enough&lt;br /&gt;to show the world a spirit so full,&lt;br /&gt;that it shines their windows broken and dull?&lt;br /&gt;When I do this am I pleasing,&lt;br /&gt;trying to distract you, faking, appeasing?&lt;br /&gt;"(Oh my God!) I worship myself?!"&lt;br /&gt;If so then this treason-&lt;br /&gt;Is only within me by my own reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Whether feeding the flock, or greasing-&lt;br /&gt;the wheels, the remedy remains a grateful releasing!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cast me not to that burning desert&lt;br /&gt;Life without purpose saved to pervert-&lt;br /&gt;your plan, without flaw or break in it.&lt;br /&gt;This opportunity to give you the glory, I've taken it!&lt;br /&gt;I'M FAKING IT.&lt;br /&gt;Each time I've "got it right" I've honked my own horn;&lt;br /&gt;Repeating this ritual ever since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;(Boy I'm pleased with myself)&lt;br /&gt;I'm attempting to praise you, try to be selfless.&lt;br /&gt;All that I do? I simply embellish-&lt;br /&gt;and ruin the words, on my own I'm...&lt;br /&gt;JUST HELPLESS.&lt;br /&gt;My intellect alone is nothing to please you,&lt;br /&gt;In all that I do I'm ever beneath you.&lt;br /&gt;The way it should be, yet I'm still me,&lt;br /&gt;The object of your affection rejects what he sees!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hideous man, despised as disease;&lt;br /&gt;Deserved of the void, equal to fleas.&lt;br /&gt;Only... I'm adored and am blessed while I'm also infected.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord calls my name,&lt;br /&gt;His righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;"ACCEPTED".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-4545554623091404174?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/4545554623091404174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=4545554623091404174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/4545554623091404174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/4545554623091404174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2007/08/pondering.html' title='Pondering'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-115704399662107665</id><published>2006-08-31T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:06:58.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself, My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A loose lost way&lt;br /&gt;Is my path.&lt;br /&gt;Myself, my own.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My walk is pathetic&lt;br /&gt;Feeble and frail&lt;br /&gt;Am I on my trail,&lt;br /&gt;Alone, on my own.&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So I have no chance,&lt;br /&gt;I’m defeated.&lt;br /&gt;Unraveled so sparse,&lt;br /&gt;Tossed and scattered.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me let me let me let me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me let me let me.&lt;br /&gt;Care for myself, my own.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My walk is pathetic&lt;br /&gt;Feeble and frail&lt;br /&gt;Am I on my trail,&lt;br /&gt;Alone, on my own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-115704399662107665?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/115704399662107665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=115704399662107665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/115704399662107665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/115704399662107665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2006/08/myself-my-own.html' title='Myself, My Own'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-115539903806962725</id><published>2006-08-12T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:10:43.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray For Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Burn scorching, to my cleansing.&lt;br /&gt;Step right into my arms, let me hold you.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re just as far as my voice can reach you&lt;br /&gt;Holding your ears keeping secrets safe from&lt;br /&gt;Reality in your own head darling.&lt;br /&gt;Reality in your mind.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spirit safe and sound, lie to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Grip your heart and pray for silence.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stay for now, stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;Let our past bind my lips… to yours.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I plead when you hear me my words are solid&lt;br /&gt;God, let them strike the strings in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Girl I will tell you straight and honest&lt;br /&gt;You and I, we were meant for this one moment.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spirit safe and sound, lie to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Grip your heart and pray for silence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-115539903806962725?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/115539903806962725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=115539903806962725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/115539903806962725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/115539903806962725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2006/08/pray-for-silence.html' title='Pray For Silence'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-115445007574288521</id><published>2006-08-01T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T12:34:35.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out With it Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is truth. This is me.&lt;br /&gt;This is here, now, the windows are clean.&lt;br /&gt;Glance inside. Peer. Stare.&lt;br /&gt;Fixate on me listen up good, and care.&lt;br /&gt;From inside your heart the world looks great&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no way out. I’ll suffocate.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Lock your one sided door.&lt;br /&gt;What a nice double standard we’re wearing today.&lt;br /&gt;Hand me your baggage, your handfuls of trash,&lt;br /&gt;And hope that I won’t give it back.&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Have you no sympathy?&lt;br /&gt;Will you just tap the glass? Will watch and not feed?&lt;br /&gt;Glance inside. Peer. Stare.&lt;br /&gt;Fixate on me listen up good, and care.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t sigh and don’t cry. This’ll all be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;Hell hath no fury like a boy- on the phone- in his room.&lt;br /&gt;I leave me alone to brood.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The future is fighting&lt;br /&gt;Say it soft, say it smooth.&lt;br /&gt;It’s kicking and screaming&lt;br /&gt;Say it fierce, say it cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;By saying I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll say that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock your one sided door.&lt;br /&gt;What a nice double standard we’re wearing today.&lt;br /&gt;Hand me your baggage, your handfuls of trash,&lt;br /&gt;And hope that I won’t give it back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-115445007574288521?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/115445007574288521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=115445007574288521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/115445007574288521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/115445007574288521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2006/08/out-with-it-now.html' title='Out With it Now'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-115433958592359033</id><published>2006-07-31T05:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T12:36:52.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Pretty Little Song About Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve got an urge&lt;br /&gt;Break my hands up .&lt;br /&gt;Chew my fingers&lt;br /&gt;To a blood red pulp.&lt;br /&gt;Make a tight fist.&lt;br /&gt;Knock myself out.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of this.&lt;br /&gt;Knock…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lovely pretty little thing,&lt;br /&gt;You’re in my head and you make me sing.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly, angry little things,&lt;br /&gt;Keep coming to my mouth and it makes me scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Turn my neck hard.&lt;br /&gt;Kick the front door.&lt;br /&gt;Throw my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Make myself sore.&lt;br /&gt;Tear my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;Make myself sick.&lt;br /&gt;Doubt doubt doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Sick sick sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lovely pretty little thing,&lt;br /&gt;You’re in my head and you make me sing.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly angry little things,&lt;br /&gt;Keep coming to my mouth and it makes me scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cracking my ribs and breaking my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I Love you so much, do not blame it on me.&lt;br /&gt;Its not my fault, I don’t think it assault&lt;br /&gt;If you cant find the words. I just make it hurt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-115433958592359033?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/115433958592359033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=115433958592359033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/115433958592359033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/115433958592359033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-pretty-little-song-about-loving.html' title='Your Pretty Little Song About Loving You'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-115157852461416303</id><published>2006-06-29T06:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T06:55:30.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours, Mine, And Yours</title><content type='html'>The fingers on you.&lt;br /&gt;Cold, disarming, go ahead bite in.&lt;br /&gt;Look through the skin,&lt;br /&gt;straight to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;we were a team werent we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't badger me to change my tone.&lt;br /&gt;When you're the one&lt;br /&gt;who weasled out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you truly feel?&lt;br /&gt;Have I been pretending?&lt;br /&gt;Why? Were you a part of this too?&lt;br /&gt;No, no. this delusion was my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this fight alone&lt;br /&gt;and all along you've known it to be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-115157852461416303?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/115157852461416303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=115157852461416303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/115157852461416303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/115157852461416303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2006/06/yours-mine-and-yours.html' title='Yours, Mine, And Yours'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-115026968811804170</id><published>2006-06-14T03:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T03:21:34.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But I Won't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you called yesterday you sounded pretty#&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Uncompromised by)#&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What I thought was a connection to be happy for&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We quickly wound up on some topics I have be#en&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Topics I am not up# on)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And uglied both our voices# with the lies we’ve lived&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Both our voices cracked and crumpled)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh well, I shoulda seen it coming&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I, I know who to not beli#eve&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Biting back my honesty# im not you and you’re not me)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We cant we cant&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;X2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hang up the phone walk out the door#&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Open up, and start the car#)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sit and blink alone all by myself, just like before&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Get up get out slam it shut#&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Lie on the driveway#)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lie to myself&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is not that far from# hell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Helping me get over you#)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re no truth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh well, I should'a seen it coming&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I, I know who to not beli#eve&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Biting back my honesty# im not you and you’re not me)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We cant we cant&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;X2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cant fight for your attention&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wont cry or even mention&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What you do#&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Screw# up)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What you do to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What you do to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What you do to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;X2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-115026968811804170?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/115026968811804170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=115026968811804170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/115026968811804170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/115026968811804170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2006/06/but-i-wont-cry.html' title='But I Won&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-114553192325377320</id><published>2006-04-20T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T07:19:18.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Did it occur to you, one of us could die today?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you stop to think, of what we’re putting off?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you answer me without getting weepy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we’re so in love, why are we apart?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The receiver starts to pop and snap. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This connection is anything but clear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear my voice cracking on its own accord.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you tell me there’s nothing that your hear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Every life’s a book and yours is looking empty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every page I turn, there’s nothing there to see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been erasing it? Or tearing all the pages out?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you put them; would you please just let me read?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Did it occur to you, one of us could die today?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you stop to think, of what we’re putting off?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you answer me without getting weepy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we’re so in love, why are we apart?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ponder this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s important, most urgent thing I know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting, or only wishing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re lying please just let me go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Did it occur to you, one of us could die today?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you stop to think, of what we’re putting off?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you answer me without getting weepy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we’re so in love, why are we apart?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Because one of us could die today.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-114553192325377320?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/114553192325377320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=114553192325377320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/114553192325377320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/114553192325377320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2006/04/urgent.html' title='Urgent'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-114553162529845802</id><published>2006-04-20T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T07:13:45.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monstrosity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Find me a messily kept, fleshy death, with your breath, kill the pest.&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build me a beast with its wings on its legs,&lt;br /&gt;With two horns on its hands and knife in its neck.&lt;br /&gt;One ugly eye, pale, devoid of life, hail&lt;br /&gt;Splendid creation from its teeth to its nails.&lt;br /&gt;Give it no skin to hide its heart from plain view.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, give it no heart! Better, give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;Hooves on its head, no brain ‘cause it’s dead so&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure, you can know it won’t grow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Monstrosity,&lt;br /&gt;Without point or purpose to be.&lt;br /&gt;Atrocity.&lt;br /&gt;Without point or purpose to be.&lt;br /&gt;Monstrosity,&lt;br /&gt;Without point or purpose to be.&lt;br /&gt;Atrocity.&lt;br /&gt;How you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hack it apart without remorse or regret&lt;br /&gt;Swing with that axe swing it hard with intent&lt;br /&gt;Scratch at it, pine, just pick out its spine. Trust&lt;br /&gt;Me this will be over if you give it some time. ’Cause&lt;br /&gt;It was meant not to be, if you try you can see.&lt;br /&gt;If you try you can see, look real hard cause it’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Monstrosity,&lt;br /&gt;Without point or purpose to be.&lt;br /&gt;Atrocity.&lt;br /&gt;Without point or purpose to be.&lt;br /&gt;Monstrosity,&lt;br /&gt;Without point or purpose to be.&lt;br /&gt;Atrocity.&lt;br /&gt;How you love me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-114553162529845802?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/114553162529845802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=114553162529845802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/114553162529845802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/114553162529845802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2006/04/monstrosity.html' title='Monstrosity'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-113814699196588044</id><published>2006-01-24T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:56:31.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>William Wallace</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Does it take you a long time?&lt;br /&gt;To realize you screwed up?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a special- dark green alleyway&lt;br /&gt;Or a spot in the shade where you think best,-&lt;br /&gt;Strictly rethink what’s- the worst in your bones&lt;br /&gt;Just to pity your dismal alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Do you ever feel broken,&lt;br /&gt;Stretched and forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;Dropped cold by the ones who once loved you,&lt;br /&gt;Straight trapped and cornered.&lt;br /&gt;And nobody hears you&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one to scream to.&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the way that I’m feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Drawn out and quartered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Do you do it on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Make me sit down and write this?&lt;br /&gt;Force me to bleed- all these sinister things&lt;br /&gt;From my black jealous veins, just spill it all out-&lt;br /&gt;Pace down the hall at- a lonely snail’s rate.&lt;br /&gt;Can I have just a short break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Do you ever feel broken,&lt;br /&gt;Stretched and forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;Dropped cold by the ones who once loved you,&lt;br /&gt;Straight trapped and cornered.&lt;br /&gt;And nobody hears you&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one to scream to.&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the way that I’m feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Drawn out and quartered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Are you like the giant sun?&lt;br /&gt;Do I revolve around you?&lt;br /&gt;If you are do- I even have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;If&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am is my voice making you it?-&lt;br /&gt;I swear I’ll make you quit- turning my head,&lt;br /&gt;While I’m lying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Do you ever feel broken,&lt;br /&gt;Stretched and forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;Dropped cold by the ones who once loved you,&lt;br /&gt;Straight trapped and cornered.&lt;br /&gt;And nobody hears you&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one to scream to.&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the way that I’m feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Drawn out and quartered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-113814699196588044?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/113814699196588044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=113814699196588044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/113814699196588044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/113814699196588044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2006/01/william-wallace.html' title='William Wallace'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-113212353320679227</id><published>2005-11-16T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T01:48:09.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jenni,&lt;br /&gt;I dream,&lt;br /&gt;I’m evil&lt;br /&gt;And It seems&lt;br /&gt;That Jenni,&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling,&lt;br /&gt;And crashing,&lt;br /&gt;And hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Jenni,&lt;br /&gt;I’m crying,&lt;br /&gt;And Lighting,&lt;br /&gt;You’re burning.&lt;br /&gt;You’re burning.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I’m feeling the sting on the back of my neck&lt;br /&gt;From the mingling of heat with the salt of my sweat&lt;br /&gt;The steam rises up from the grief and regret&lt;br /&gt;Then I mix up every thought of all my love and her death&lt;br /&gt;I watch the hearse driving by and I’m stricken with guilt&lt;br /&gt;Then it boards on the ship with the men in their kilts&lt;br /&gt;Her ashes they fly, they sink and turn into silt&lt;br /&gt;Then I cry and scream inside it should’ve be me that I killed&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jenni,&lt;br /&gt;I dream,&lt;br /&gt;I’m evil&lt;br /&gt;And It seems&lt;br /&gt;That Jenni,&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling,&lt;br /&gt;And crashing,&lt;br /&gt;And hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Jenni,&lt;br /&gt;I’m crying,&lt;br /&gt;And Lighting,&lt;br /&gt;You’re burning.&lt;br /&gt;You’re burning.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friends all disowned me and I went to the gate&lt;br /&gt;at the side of the road by the farm where we’d wait&lt;br /&gt;To talk out our pains and our angst and our hate&lt;br /&gt;We’d try to throw feelings away but we threw rocks in their place&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t with her, no this time she’s not there&lt;br /&gt;Or at least so it seemed and a truck was parked square&lt;br /&gt;In the spot where I’d sit and it didn’t seem fair&lt;br /&gt;So I started chucking all the stuff in the back straight through the air.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jenni,&lt;br /&gt;I dream,&lt;br /&gt;I’m evil&lt;br /&gt;And It seems&lt;br /&gt;That Jenni,&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling,&lt;br /&gt;And crashing,&lt;br /&gt;And hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Jenni,&lt;br /&gt;I’m crying,&lt;br /&gt;And Lighting,&lt;br /&gt;You’re burning.&lt;br /&gt;You’re burning.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just as a black jug of oil was streaming down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;I saw she was in the corn field all alone as she cried&lt;br /&gt;I told her to move but damn she didn’t reply&lt;br /&gt;The jug struck the powered fence and the sparks started to fly&lt;br /&gt;Then the field it caught fire and her cries filled the air&lt;br /&gt;I tried run save her but the farmer was there.&lt;br /&gt;He cranked on my arm and slurred gruffly of jail&lt;br /&gt;I was made to watch her burn to the dirt as she wailed&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jenni,&lt;br /&gt;I dream,&lt;br /&gt;I’m evil&lt;br /&gt;And It seems&lt;br /&gt;That Jenni,&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling,&lt;br /&gt;And crashing,&lt;br /&gt;And hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Jenni,&lt;br /&gt;I’m crying,&lt;br /&gt;And Lighting,&lt;br /&gt;You’re burning.&lt;br /&gt;You’re burning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-113212353320679227?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/113212353320679227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=113212353320679227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/113212353320679227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/113212353320679227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/11/cornfield.html' title='Cornfield'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-112675809749962275</id><published>2005-09-14T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:21:37.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Releasing An Entire Cave</title><content type='html'>Washing joy right out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Press me sinking in my seat.&lt;br /&gt;Wrenching like a falling tree, down.&lt;br /&gt;Cracking bones and shifting weight.&lt;br /&gt;Abience of wrath and hate.&lt;br /&gt;Abandonment may I please trade? Now?&lt;br /&gt;Orphans come and know my face.&lt;br /&gt;What's done to them is your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;What will empty spaces place? And how?&lt;br /&gt;Softly chewing on my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;Staring at me like a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Abandonment have I become. Coward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,&lt;br /&gt;and my mushrooms in your head kept.&lt;br /&gt;Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,&lt;br /&gt;and my mushrooms in your head kept.&lt;br /&gt;Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,&lt;br /&gt;and my mushrooms in your head kept&lt;br /&gt;you spinning in my arms, we'll surely fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spitter vipers come to fear,&lt;br /&gt;whispers from forked tongue to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Detaching from me crystal clear glass.&lt;br /&gt;Sever ties and ligaments.&lt;br /&gt;Broke or dull you're sharp like splints,&lt;br /&gt;dashed to bits, my wrists you slit last.&lt;br /&gt;Slay your secret, slaughter me.&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic childhood pets to keep.&lt;br /&gt;A teddybear is put to sleep. Fast.&lt;br /&gt;Turning tables burned away.&lt;br /&gt;No more games by speech will stay.&lt;br /&gt;All is farther than I, say, grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,&lt;br /&gt;and my mushrooms in your head kept.&lt;br /&gt;Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,&lt;br /&gt;and my mushrooms in your head kept.&lt;br /&gt;Your cave was cool, was dank and wet,&lt;br /&gt;and my mushrooms in your head kept&lt;br /&gt;you spinning in my arms, we'll surely fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-112675809749962275?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/112675809749962275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=112675809749962275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112675809749962275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112675809749962275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/09/releasing-entire-cave.html' title='Releasing An Entire Cave'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-112572939437565633</id><published>2005-09-03T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T02:43:15.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Hours 'Till Morning, &amp; The Fringe Of Your Hair</title><content type='html'>You step out the car, I've wished for you every hour.&lt;br /&gt;Better than my hope your smile doesn't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;The fringe of your hair confirms what I stretched to feel.&lt;br /&gt;My arms around you and I'm not guessing, or waiting.&lt;br /&gt;These comrades of yours could not build a house out of pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;But we're both here and working these dark early hours anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You have me right here in the woods most alone and impressed.&lt;br /&gt;You have what you want but my heart aches for more and no less.&lt;br /&gt;Our foreheads are close and your heartbeat is near to my chest.&lt;br /&gt;I can stare for all night in your eyes while your worst is my best.&lt;br /&gt;This morning advances its stance from the back of the trees.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay up alone for tomorrow ruins all. I'll kill everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-112572939437565633?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/112572939437565633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=112572939437565633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112572939437565633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112572939437565633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/09/five-hours-till-morning-fringe-of-your.html' title='Five Hours &apos;Till Morning, &amp; The Fringe Of Your Hair'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-112473117048676612</id><published>2005-08-22T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:22:17.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day You Gave Me Rabies</title><content type='html'>No I can't I won't will not let this slide.&lt;br /&gt;I will not let this feeling go.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to calm me down this time because &lt;br /&gt;At last I have my rage completed.&lt;br /&gt;It's all your fault and not entirely mine.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let it cool or dissapate at all.&lt;br /&gt;With this fire you lit, I can burn you up&lt;br /&gt;I can hate you fully, you're defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke out of the trap you set.&lt;br /&gt;I'm less likely to win but give me a break&lt;br /&gt;You can't crush me so effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;You won't get away. Beware of dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see you this time I'm running you down.&lt;br /&gt;Stop me. Just try and see if I care.&lt;br /&gt;The choke chain has been broken, &lt;br /&gt;And to me there is nothing, no hope and no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Theres blood dried cruelly striped on your face.&lt;br /&gt;You tried to ignore it but then came the sound.&lt;br /&gt;The screaming around you, the waves of its anger.&lt;br /&gt;The grinding of everything you set in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings overtake me. I think no more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm less likely to win but give me a break&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing what I feel and scream what I hate.&lt;br /&gt;You can't get away this time.&lt;br /&gt;Beware of Dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-112473117048676612?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/112473117048676612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=112473117048676612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112473117048676612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112473117048676612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-you-gave-me-rabies.html' title='The Day You Gave Me Rabies'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-112374325731915688</id><published>2005-08-11T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T02:54:17.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight I Lied</title><content type='html'>Tonight I lied to you again.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I had to. You’re just that pretty, and your spirit’s oh so strong.&lt;br /&gt;I know it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I’m letting you live out a life, where I’m still well in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;But those were all lies.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve burned myself now I feel alive. I’m hiding from you. The truth, me from you.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just what I do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t just lie there again. Don’t let me leave you lying there like you’ve been. (Like you’ve been.)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t sit there and grin. Don’t sit there and grin.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lied to you again. Lied to you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell untruths for the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I’m safe now. It’s like I’m safe now.&lt;br /&gt;Letting you in is surely death when:&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the same for you. I can’t tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I lied to you again.&lt;br /&gt;I feel my face change. But you don’t see it; nothing you’d ever know.&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be so.&lt;br /&gt;I gave you no truth. What I told you on the phone is what you wanted to hear. &lt;br /&gt;Phone to your ear.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me tell you. I push for the truth but it’s stuck in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll perjure myself.&lt;br /&gt;And tell you the only love I have is that of a friend’s. It’s not of a boy who’s love-struck.&lt;br /&gt;And this is my luck. This is no good luck.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lied to you again. Lied to you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell untruths for the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I’m safe now. It’s like I’m safe now.&lt;br /&gt;Letting you in is surely death when:&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the same for you. I can’t tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s pretend I’m not in love for this evening.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah, it means nothing.&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t hear me out at all; weren’t listening&lt;br /&gt;To my adoring sighs. Now all you’ll hear are lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-112374325731915688?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/112374325731915688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=112374325731915688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112374325731915688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112374325731915688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/08/tonight-i-lied.html' title='Tonight I Lied'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-112188380197066578</id><published>2005-07-20T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T14:23:21.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Oblivious Self Centered Love</title><content type='html'>I cannot stand how you torture me, how you walk on me. When will you let me breathe?&lt;br /&gt;My fist is tight. I can hardly see. My eyes are fighting sleep, and I can hardly keep &lt;br /&gt;Myself under control.&lt;br /&gt;You are so delicate my mind can’t handle it. You beat me near to death, your hands immaculate.&lt;br /&gt;So hard to love in others eyes but I can’t compromise. I won’t betray your lies. &lt;br /&gt;I’m going to hold my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful faker,&lt;br /&gt;She made me I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;It’s mind numbing and forcing me to see you as you are.&lt;br /&gt;Trump up you own case. &lt;br /&gt;Give your side its own face.&lt;br /&gt;Forget my love, abandon ship, and leave nothing in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you could sometimes be wrong. I know it’s odd, but give it thought.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you dare lose sight of anything. That includes the ring that I may someday bring &lt;br /&gt;To you on bended knee. &lt;br /&gt;Please let me in. I cannot pretend that I am content with this connection.&lt;br /&gt;The very life that you feign means everything, you treat like worn debris,&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t let that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful faker,&lt;br /&gt;She made me I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;It’s mind numbing and forcing me to see you as you are.&lt;br /&gt;Trump up you own case. &lt;br /&gt;Give your side its own face.&lt;br /&gt;Forget my love, abandon ship, and leave nothing in my place.&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful faker,&lt;br /&gt;She made me I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;It’s mind numbing and forcing me to see you as you are.&lt;br /&gt;Trump up you own case. &lt;br /&gt;Give your side its own face.&lt;br /&gt;Forget my love, abandon ship, and leave nothing in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave nothing in my spot.&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing left to watch. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;Leave nothing in my spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-112188380197066578?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/112188380197066578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=112188380197066578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112188380197066578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112188380197066578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-oblivious-self-centered-love.html' title='Your Oblivious Self Centered Love'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-112146791373286042</id><published>2005-07-15T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:51:53.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Of July Fantasy</title><content type='html'>I want to see your face by mine in the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;I want to hold your hand as you ask for my number. &lt;br /&gt;I want you to be my girl and let it all go, &lt;br /&gt;Just as you kiss me deeply and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop now I don’t want you to! And I’m not a child.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a broken heart to fix, it’s mine and I’m proud.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sing more songs if you want me to but don’t mind the sound,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never known just quite how to say how I love… “Not allowed”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell how you want me in the palm of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Let everybody know that what you want you will get.&lt;br /&gt;Break the silence violently and send out your song,&lt;br /&gt;Like the ones that I’ve been writing you for years all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your face by mine in the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;I want to hold your hand as you ask for my number. &lt;br /&gt;I want you to be my girl and let it all go, &lt;br /&gt;Just as you kiss me deeply and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop now I don’t want you to! And I’m not a child.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a broken heart to fix, it’s mine and I’m proud.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sing more songs if you want me to but don’t mind the sound,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never known just quite how to say how I love… “Not allowed”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me then in the summertime, and we’ll go someplace.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out of the open, but with plenty of space.&lt;br /&gt;Startle me twice… I don’t care right now.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll stare at the sky, and promptly lay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your face by mine in the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;I want to hold your hand as you ask for my number. &lt;br /&gt;I want you to be my girl and let it all go, &lt;br /&gt;Just as you kiss me deeply and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop now I don’t want you to! And I’m not a child.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a broken heart to fix, it’s mine and I’m proud.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sing more songs if you want me to but don’t mind the sound,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never known just quite how to say how I love… “Not allowed”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you smell the barbeque's unoriginal flare?&lt;br /&gt;There is the smoke, now we’re getting somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Watch my fire, watch my coals, watch me burn.&lt;br /&gt;Listen closely because now we will learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your face by mine in the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;I want to hold your hand as you ask for my number. &lt;br /&gt;I want you to be my girl and let it all go, &lt;br /&gt;Just as you kiss me deeply and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop now I don’t want you to! And I’m not a child.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a broken heart to fix, it’s mine and I’m proud.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sing more songs if you want me to but don’t mind the sound,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never known just quite how to say how I love… “Not allowed”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-112146791373286042?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/112146791373286042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=112146791373286042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112146791373286042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112146791373286042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/07/fourth-of-july-fantasy.html' title='Fourth Of July Fantasy'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-112063403565563326</id><published>2005-07-06T03:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T03:13:55.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Way To Dream</title><content type='html'>Shuffling along in my room by my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I contemplate kissing you softer instead&lt;br /&gt;Of holding you tightly with no room to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spill something hot on you just to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;I wait for that moment I'm touching your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Then turn away rapidly as if you’d command&lt;br /&gt;-ed my arms to be cut off for breaking the law&lt;br /&gt;Of the queen whom I stand before or rather I crawl.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I swear this is no way to dream.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee shops have long lines I’d rather talk.&lt;br /&gt;Or sip on your lips while I grasp for a rock&lt;br /&gt;To knock myself back into reality,&lt;br /&gt;And sit by my bed wiping blood with my sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;Counting my toes, which are there on their own.&lt;br /&gt;I know there’s no reason for lengths they have grown,&lt;br /&gt;Except for impressing you or just making you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;The same reason I have more hair on my back&lt;br /&gt;Than you on your head or between my eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;Can't we go out later to tip over cows?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I swear this is no way to dream.&lt;br /&gt;Head back to the basics of just you and I.&lt;br /&gt;Exasperate answers to questions and lies&lt;br /&gt;That we've told each other to try and seem cute.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should have taken better grasp of you&lt;br /&gt;When you had a choice between me and whom you would choose.&lt;br /&gt;I step aside for the ten millionth time.&lt;br /&gt;Then spin back abruptly and get back in line&lt;br /&gt;With the horses and monkeys, gorillas and boys&lt;br /&gt;That must have spent less time with you than their toys.&lt;br /&gt;And rich-men with muscles, who tend to beat me,&lt;br /&gt;While using my crushed bones to pick at their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I wait in line patiently here to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;And think of why I might have a chance with you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I swear this is no way to dream.&lt;br /&gt;Your silky dark hair with no flaw but its shine,&lt;br /&gt;That blinded me when I saw it the first time.&lt;br /&gt;A pink star stands out sharply from black paper ground.&lt;br /&gt;A star does not shine but it glows all around&lt;br /&gt;And lights up the black paper world without fail.&lt;br /&gt;I must have been dreaming to think I could bail&lt;br /&gt;Out on this paper world for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a blue star of ink twice as small.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I've a friend who can show me the way.&lt;br /&gt;I fumble for words to ask you what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Then recant my blunder as quick as I slipped.&lt;br /&gt;I shoot for your heart with my soul but I've missed&lt;br /&gt;Out on letting you answer me whole-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;I spit out my pain and all my jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;It flows down the drain to the sewer and back.&lt;br /&gt;Then asks you to pet it and jumps in your lap.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I swear this is no way to dream.&lt;br /&gt;Hold hold me tighter I don’t want to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-112063403565563326?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/112063403565563326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=112063403565563326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112063403565563326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112063403565563326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-way-to-dream.html' title='No Way To Dream'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-112063395978755571</id><published>2005-07-06T03:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T03:12:57.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray Utterances</title><content type='html'>Forgiven all these deeds are  / are not.&lt;br /&gt;Not to be the type to stay shocked&lt;br /&gt;Twisting in my shell I cry. I bleed, I scream, I weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please my dear, do not awake from this dream I am dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Please just hear the blue aura of severance I am breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re this girl that I found with the guide of God’s hand&lt;br /&gt;To pick me up off my face and let me live his commands&lt;br /&gt;The glowing mist of those around you leads on to how I might&lt;br /&gt;Have taken grip onto your heart and thus I fervorantly fight&lt;br /&gt;For all that’s good in this world. You’ve taken me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;And started giving out my kisses and let them float towards the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Now diamonds turn to gravel in the pit of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the turning of the tides has come from one of those among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please my dear, do not awake from this dream I am dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Please just hear the blue aura of severance I am breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Forever haze of gray. Forever hues of gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m praying to The Lord to take you out of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to think about you. You don’t know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;When I say that I love you, and I want to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let the mood get all stupid and sappy.&lt;br /&gt;Because I see with both my eyes and I can make out the picture&lt;br /&gt;Of these two giving souls getting older together.&lt;br /&gt;And sunsets in Nebraska with our kids by our side,&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you love me too and not just there for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know whether to love you or let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please my dear, do not awake from this dream I am dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Please just hear the blue aura of severance I am breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Forever haze of gray. Forever hues of gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiven all these deeds are  / are not.&lt;br /&gt;Not to be the type to stay shocked&lt;br /&gt;Twisting in my shell I cry. I bleed, I scream, I weep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-112063395978755571?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/112063395978755571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=112063395978755571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112063395978755571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/112063395978755571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/07/gray-utterances.html' title='Gray Utterances'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-111938205453202696</id><published>2005-06-21T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T15:27:34.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forthright</title><content type='html'>Here we sit, I’ll scoop you right up in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;I’ll not lose this feeling not now. &lt;br /&gt;The world, has stopped it’s spinning for now. &lt;br /&gt;And you’re all mine Just for me. &lt;br /&gt;We know how alive these souls are inside. &lt;br /&gt;“I’ll kiss your spirit you dove.” &lt;br /&gt;Intertwined whilst we lay out our feelings at night. &lt;br /&gt;So life’s worth my time clearly. &lt;br /&gt;Whispers of what thoughts are created by smiles. &lt;br /&gt;Almost tasting your beauty inside. &lt;br /&gt;Boy and girl, concede to our hearts as we cry. &lt;br /&gt;You’re holding me fast in my dream. &lt;br /&gt;Touched by clouds. &lt;br /&gt;Your eyes have lit up like the stars. &lt;br /&gt;I’ll bring you them all in a cup. &lt;br /&gt;The pain’s gone. Won’t have to stay here so long. &lt;br /&gt;The mist of a year fades from gray. &lt;br /&gt;Softest voice, I’ve longed to hear it this way. &lt;br /&gt;No longer a lost little child. &lt;br /&gt;You’ve grown up, but still kept your youth as a skirt. &lt;br /&gt;And you wear it in your special way. &lt;br /&gt;We love, we cry, we sit. &lt;br /&gt;We have and we hold and it’s this. &lt;br /&gt;You’re you. I’m the boy with new hope and I know, &lt;br /&gt;that we’ll still be this close every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-111938205453202696?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/111938205453202696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=111938205453202696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/111938205453202696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/111938205453202696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/06/forthright.html' title='Forthright'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-111916866180954261</id><published>2005-06-19T04:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T04:11:01.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Romance</title><content type='html'>A rose falls to the floor for a bit from his lips, when you move to hold it, it dries up at the tip.&lt;br /&gt;Take a gander at this parchment piece its a fact, its my love its the truth I was caught in the act.&lt;br /&gt;Fortune, fame, and fruitless gain are all he’ll ever mean. It's a scene to be seen with his words so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;And just like the president when you want to reach him you cant cuz he's gone. Vote for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It’s amazing) &lt;br /&gt;How far we will go, to pretend that we know &lt;br /&gt;(who we are. what we want.)&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;(It’s so gruesome) &lt;br /&gt;How close that they dance, congressmen and romance &lt;br /&gt;(when loves not what you’ve got.)&lt;br /&gt;So gruesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-111916866180954261?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/111916866180954261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=111916866180954261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/111916866180954261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/111916866180954261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/06/political-romance.html' title='Political Romance'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-111916832805320513</id><published>2005-06-19T04:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T04:05:28.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancer</title><content type='html'>I can see you dancing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Spinning round and round.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is smile,&lt;br /&gt;For this muse that I have found.&lt;br /&gt;But your not real. I cant touch you.&lt;br /&gt;I cant feel...for me...&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe, just be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to throw me now, I think youve done just fine.&lt;br /&gt;I have a question, are you only in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;You see it's like youve never existed.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though you're only a figment.&lt;br /&gt;And I dont wanna know why I bother.&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy, does this reach farther?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you dancing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Spinning round and round.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is smile,&lt;br /&gt;For this muse that I have found.&lt;br /&gt;But your not real. I cant touch you.&lt;br /&gt;I cant feel...for me...&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe, just be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep praying now, is she the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;Again one question, Am I losing sanity?&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel a milion tons lighter.&lt;br /&gt;You turn this weak boy into a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;A praise unto my God up above.&lt;br /&gt;Most people hurt me, you show me love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk for hours with you.&lt;br /&gt;You ask me who she is.&lt;br /&gt;I cant realize this is true.&lt;br /&gt;I only know you're his.&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to know my mirage?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even have to ask?&lt;br /&gt;Are you real, are you here,&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay, Are you gone,&lt;br /&gt;Will I hurt, How long will this last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-111916832805320513?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/111916832805320513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=111916832805320513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/111916832805320513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/111916832805320513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/06/dancer.html' title='Dancer'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-111889010144271232</id><published>2005-06-15T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T03:03:57.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting My Love Slip</title><content type='html'>I'm not that brave or adaptable of a boy.&lt;br /&gt;Your breathing scared me amply brainless last night.&lt;br /&gt;Your words have not stopped haunting me since the phone&lt;br /&gt;Receiver went cold and my ruthless crusade lost the fight.&lt;br /&gt;Just what was it that walked into my psyche?&lt;br /&gt;Was it the screaming of grief or pure insanity?&lt;br /&gt;I command life to turn back the way that it was.&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship must survive or my battle is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me run with your scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my broken judgment.&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you don’t hold it against me.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold it against me. I’m begging you, please.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my busted judgment!&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you don’t hold it against me.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold it against me. I’m begging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only reason for wounding you was that I&lt;br /&gt;Feel that my manner simply endangered our bond.&lt;br /&gt;Coasting turns to clutching now that I know&lt;br /&gt;How quite smoothly friends go down the pipes once you lose your control.&lt;br /&gt;How could I have opened my mouth so blindly?&lt;br /&gt;Why not halt to ponder all the waves I would stir?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t allow my foolishness to divide us.&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship must survive or my battle is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold the phone at your side till I call you.&lt;br /&gt;I vow I will not let you down any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up on me even if I do.&lt;br /&gt;You can rest in the design of our incredible triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my broken judgment.&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you don’t hold it against me.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold it against me. I’m begging you, please.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my futile judgment!&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you don’t hold it against me.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold it against me.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold it against me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-111889010144271232?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/111889010144271232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=111889010144271232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/111889010144271232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/111889010144271232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/06/letting-my-love-slip.html' title='Letting My Love Slip'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-111880917301712502</id><published>2005-06-15T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T00:19:33.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Repetition No Longer</title><content type='html'>I will rescue you darling, and take you far off&lt;br /&gt;To a place without end, a place without pain,&lt;br /&gt;Where steam rises as the sun sets behind water.&lt;br /&gt;In the rain I will have a new family.&lt;br /&gt;On the coast you will look on our daughter in love, and without his malice.&lt;br /&gt;All your heart will be free, you'll not mourn her death.&lt;br /&gt;I will save you and bring you to me. &lt;br /&gt;Should you push away I will embrace you, I will love you with the soul of the sea, And place anything of mine between you and the soil of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;You will suffer by your heart no longer and my heart will bleed for yours.&lt;br /&gt;I will give you what he could not. I will show you what you deserve to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-111880917301712502?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/111880917301712502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=111880917301712502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/111880917301712502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/111880917301712502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/06/dry-repetition-no-longer.html' title='Dry Repetition No Longer'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10840317.post-110842834795887388</id><published>2005-02-14T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T19:45:47.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Solace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you feel the pain inside your wrists?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you hear my words? Do you hear my voice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shut them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I getting through to you dear? Am I holding your frivolous fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My name is Solace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My name is Solace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My aim is anything making this peacefull and quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But for right now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My name Is Sollace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you justify your anger with torment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lying now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you need the smiles handed over to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hate them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are noises grappling on to your heart? Are whispers grinding down on your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My name is Solace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My name is Solace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My aim is anything making this peacefull and quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But for right now, My name Is Sollace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hush, hush darling. Hush, hush for now. Hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solace - Dear Jack,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10840317-110842834795887388?l=dearjack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/feeds/110842834795887388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10840317&amp;postID=110842834795887388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/110842834795887388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10840317/posts/default/110842834795887388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjack.blogspot.com/2005/02/solace.html' title='Solace'/><author><name>Zort</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537678578826680737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
