<?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-4859893612276613312</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:38:26.612-08:00</updated><category term='Lust'/><category term='Joy'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Racism'/><category term='Passionate'/><category term='Crazy'/><category term='magic'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Hotdog Poem</title><subtitle type='html'>A dose of poetry!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-4732535392546333583</id><published>2009-08-20T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:09:00.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>Love is like magic&lt;br /&gt;                                  And it always will be.&lt;br /&gt;                                  For love still remains&lt;br /&gt;                                  Life's sweet mystery!&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  Love works in ways&lt;br /&gt;                                  That are wondrous and strange&lt;br /&gt;                                  And there's nothing in life&lt;br /&gt;                                  That love cannot change!&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  Love can transform&lt;br /&gt;                                  The most commonplace&lt;br /&gt;                                  Into beauty and splendor&lt;br /&gt;                                  And sweetness and grace&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  Love is unselfish,&lt;br /&gt;                                  Understanding and kind,&lt;br /&gt;                                  For it sees with it's heart&lt;br /&gt;                                  And not with it's mind!&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  Love is the answer&lt;br /&gt;                                  That everyone seeks....&lt;br /&gt;                                  Love is the language,&lt;br /&gt;                                  That every heart speaks.&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  Love can't be bought,&lt;br /&gt;                                  It is priceless and free,&lt;br /&gt;                                  Love, like pure magic,&lt;br /&gt;                                  Is life's sweet mystery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-4732535392546333583?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/4732535392546333583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/08/magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/4732535392546333583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/4732535392546333583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/08/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-4606855767194698102</id><published>2009-08-16T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:47:42.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passionate'/><title type='text'>Passionate</title><content type='html'>If I could spend a day with you,&lt;br /&gt;                              we'd never get enough of each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;                              We'd hold hands as we strolled&lt;br /&gt;                              along the beach and we'd talk about everything.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                              If I could spend an evening with you,&lt;br /&gt;                              I'd cherish each minute that we're together.&lt;br /&gt;                              I'd stare into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;                              and, without a single word,&lt;br /&gt;                              you'd know how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                              If I could spend a night with you,&lt;br /&gt;                              I'd hold you in my arms the&lt;br /&gt;                              whole night long...&lt;br /&gt;                              and I'd make passionate love to you.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                              If I could spend my life with you,&lt;br /&gt;                              I'd try to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;                              I'd always be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;                              wiping away your tears when&lt;br /&gt;                              you're sad or blue,&lt;br /&gt;                              and every day,&lt;br /&gt;                              I'd tell you how much I cherish you&lt;br /&gt;                              and our beautiful love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-4606855767194698102?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/4606855767194698102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/passionate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/4606855767194698102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/4606855767194698102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/passionate.html' title='Passionate'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-1944406261721947843</id><published>2009-08-05T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:10:01.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My lover bathes me in his precious light.&lt;br /&gt;    I am the Earth to his all-giving sun.&lt;br /&gt;    His needs are burned away in serving mine,&lt;br /&gt;    Consumed in the production of his        love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       In my awe I'm sometimes forced to wonder:&lt;br /&gt;    How can such sweet radiance be sustained?&lt;br /&gt;    So selfless is the self in need of need,&lt;br /&gt;    So much in love with giving others love.         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       Still, the sun requires no return.&lt;br /&gt;    Light and life come humbly from its fire.&lt;br /&gt;    And so I worship him as did the ancients,&lt;br /&gt;    Grateful for the gift of being near.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-1944406261721947843?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/1944406261721947843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/08/lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/1944406261721947843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/1944406261721947843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/08/lover.html' title='Lover'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-6426735776785070928</id><published>2009-08-01T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:08:00.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill</title><content type='html'>Touch my heart with tenderness&lt;br /&gt;And fill my cup with love,&lt;br /&gt;Share my dreams as I share yours&lt;br /&gt;And we'll reach the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand as I grow old,&lt;br /&gt;And lead me when I'm blind,&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you that I really care&lt;br /&gt;True love is hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;Touch my life and I'll touch yours&lt;br /&gt;A little more each day,&lt;br /&gt;And we can both find happiness&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-6426735776785070928?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/6426735776785070928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/08/fill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/6426735776785070928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/6426735776785070928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/08/fill.html' title='Fill'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-4456348923845235325</id><published>2009-07-29T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:08:00.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose</title><content type='html'>There are no         words to express&lt;br /&gt;                                  what I feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  There are no songs as beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;                                  as the music that fills my soul&lt;br /&gt;                                  when I hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  There are no roses as lovely&lt;br /&gt;                                  as your smile.&lt;br /&gt;                                  Nothing moves me like you do.&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  There are no days brighter than&lt;br /&gt;                                  the days I spend with you.&lt;br /&gt;                                  You're my light in the darkness...&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  And there could never be words&lt;br /&gt;                                  strong enough to express my love for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-4456348923845235325?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/4456348923845235325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/4456348923845235325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/4456348923845235325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/rose.html' title='Rose'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-1163994066104603244</id><published>2009-07-23T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:07:00.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know</title><content type='html'>You know it's           love,&lt;br /&gt;                                  when nothing feels better&lt;br /&gt;                                  than being together.&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  You know it's love&lt;br /&gt;                                  when holding hands&lt;br /&gt;                                  turns gray skies&lt;br /&gt;                                  to blue.&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  You know it's love&lt;br /&gt;                                  when each day spent together&lt;br /&gt;                                  holds all of the excitement&lt;br /&gt;                                  of the approaching spring.&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  You know it's love&lt;br /&gt;                                  when a single kiss&lt;br /&gt;                                  makes you see beauty&lt;br /&gt;                                  in everything around you.&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                  What I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;                                  is love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-1163994066104603244?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/1163994066104603244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/1163994066104603244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/1163994066104603244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/know.html' title='Know'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-210231933638165332</id><published>2009-07-10T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:15:34.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><title type='text'>Lust  II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's wrong with a little lust?&lt;br /&gt;Spread it around like fair dust!&lt;br /&gt;There's some here and some over there.&lt;br /&gt;Rid of it?  You wouldn't dare!&lt;br /&gt;Lust is a victimless crime.&lt;br /&gt;It is cheap for only a dime.&lt;br /&gt;I ask you&lt;br /&gt;What to do&lt;br /&gt;When all the lust is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Mankind will weep along.&lt;br /&gt;We won't be able to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the lust and you'll stay alive.                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-210231933638165332?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/210231933638165332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/lust-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/210231933638165332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/210231933638165332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/lust-ii.html' title='Lust  II'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-2117070907020108335</id><published>2009-07-01T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:04:07.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><title type='text'>really, i am in a bad time of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                                                     but i am used to these bad times&lt;br /&gt;you see&lt;br /&gt;these happen most of the time, we get used to these&lt;br /&gt;bad times&lt;br /&gt;and after a while we are no longer&lt;br /&gt;affected,&lt;br /&gt;no longer ruled by these bad times&lt;br /&gt;and we become numb like we are prepared for an operation&lt;br /&gt;like the way how my gallbladder&lt;br /&gt;was removed four years ago&lt;br /&gt;and people&lt;br /&gt;call me sweet and women taste me and say i am&lt;br /&gt;sweet and i like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bitterness is gone now&lt;br /&gt;and i am ready for something new something sweeter&lt;br /&gt;come what may&lt;br /&gt;i have open arms and interesting eyes that speak the language&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks! lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you want to taste this chunk of lust?&lt;br /&gt;or a slice of happiness? they call it love,&lt;br /&gt;endearment, but i like it&lt;br /&gt;when it is simply called by its plain name&lt;br /&gt;no euphemisms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lust, lust, lust, just lust, no heart&lt;br /&gt;i want a heartless love affair&lt;br /&gt;one that does not&lt;br /&gt;hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me share it with you, but first tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were you once bitter too?                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-2117070907020108335?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/2117070907020108335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-3951044966122837542</id><published>2009-06-29T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:06:00.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>On Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pessimistic views:&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a gamble!&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a punishment;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is an evil that&lt;br /&gt;Most can’t but accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic views:&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a gift of God;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a blessing;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is an enjoyment,&lt;br /&gt;We make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truths:&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is so wonderful;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is so fulfilling;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is so wholesome;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is an endless love;&lt;br /&gt;More priceless than all wealth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a way of life;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is so natural;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is the better way,&lt;br /&gt;For two, to reach Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-3951044966122837542?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/3951044966122837542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/3951044966122837542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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                                      Countless couple cut communication&lt;br /&gt;Communication cut, cripples courtship&lt;br /&gt;Continuous communication creates;&lt;br /&gt;Captivating colourful courtship    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most married men make many mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Mates misunderstand marriage’s missions&lt;br /&gt;Marriage’s missions: mentoring, maturing, multiplication, mating&lt;br /&gt;Mission missed marriage messed&lt;br /&gt;Mate must meet marriage’s missions&lt;br /&gt;Mission met marriage mended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-2093965488618982477?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/2093965488618982477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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few who have a clue of when love accrues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marriage of two is about love making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not about money raking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should only be glad if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marriage of two is for love that is true                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-7725364428191991746?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/7725364428191991746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/marriage-of-two-is-for-love-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music is my life&lt;br /&gt;Music is my laughter that makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;Music is the thing that changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Music is my happiness I always feel in side&lt;br /&gt;Music is my every thing&lt;br /&gt;When you are down let music turn you around&lt;br /&gt;                What ever you are feeling let music take it over&lt;br /&gt;Turn the music up real loud and jest scream it all out&lt;br /&gt;Let the pain run write through you&lt;br /&gt;Let the tears undue you&lt;br /&gt;Do nothing more but sing your soul out&lt;br /&gt;And tell everyone what you are about! ! !&lt;br /&gt;Music is my life&lt;br /&gt;Music is my laughter that makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;Music is the thing that changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Music is my happiness I always feel in side&lt;br /&gt;Music is my every thing&lt;br /&gt;Tell every one what you are all about&lt;br /&gt;Jest expresses your self and let it out!&lt;br /&gt;Let no one tell you ….&lt;br /&gt;You can not live your dreams&lt;br /&gt;If you want to sing, sing, sing the music&lt;br /&gt;You like while you tell them what you are all about!&lt;br /&gt;Music is my life&lt;br /&gt;Music is my laughter that makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;Music is the thing that changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Music is my happiness I always feel in side&lt;br /&gt;Music is my every thing&lt;br /&gt;Music can be my heart beating for you&lt;br /&gt;Music can be the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Music can be the butterflies in my belly when they talk about you&lt;br /&gt;Music can be the cars beeping in the high way&lt;br /&gt;Music is the thing that’s get you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Music is my life&lt;br /&gt;Music is my laughter that makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;Music is the thing that changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Music is my happiness I always feel in side&lt;br /&gt;Music is my every thing&lt;br /&gt;Music is everywhere around you! ! ! !                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-5197815467209265934?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/5197815467209265934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/5197815467209265934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/5197815467209265934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-5855002294923890190</id><published>2009-06-23T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:08:31.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>FEEL THE MUSIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What is music and why is it here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is made for the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be made and played for many of decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be embraced by different cultures and race,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart of man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only it seems now only a few understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upbeat the down beat the chords the rhythm it plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging and changing forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one man can take the responsibility for making the music the music made us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to trust in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical Jazz, Swing, Country everything it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although music has a lot of names it will always remain the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music will always change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dramatic character of a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will always end with the final glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of its graceful authority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make music that embraces no heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make music that shall shine threw the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music lives every where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating our atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our world circulates by the beat the music makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen to the music see what is hidden in side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music shhhh! Close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown music is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So open your ears stand clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music it is taking over so beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no escaping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no replacing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other so there is no point of looking further my brotha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without music where would I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took sweet love music to create me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs of Al green and Barry White stimulated the body so it is no fighting the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the music doesn't fight u it hugs u kisses u loves u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the music only can be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lets make music', I've it heard said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But making music is not just in the &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feel-the-music/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial;color:#b00000;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial;color:#b00000;"  &gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is made threw gospel beats threw the songs of rappers through the notes of the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's make music my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad moment in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The rain is on your window pane' as Mary J. explains threw a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more do I have to say music is made to be played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no escapade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is understood music is what it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is what it will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! U understand now so read the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sings threw me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the music it is written so clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read my music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your own beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me ask u do u feel the music that I've Just made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the music running through your veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the music in my poetry song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if u don't feel the music then something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause music are written in these words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just listen hush! Cause music will be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-5855002294923890190?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/5855002294923890190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/feel-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/5855002294923890190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/5855002294923890190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/feel-music.html' title='FEEL THE MUSIC'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-5647710976204948867</id><published>2009-06-21T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:08:48.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me tingly&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;When i hear music&lt;br /&gt;Life comes running after me&lt;br /&gt;Music is the only reason&lt;br /&gt;Why i can stand on earth&lt;br /&gt;Music makes cry&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me tingly&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Music brings me back to life&lt;br /&gt;Music is the only reason i live                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-5647710976204948867?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/5647710976204948867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/5647710976204948867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/5647710976204948867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-ii.html' title='Music II'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-3838540025042197144</id><published>2009-06-19T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:09:03.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music is what makes you move&lt;br /&gt;Music is what makes you groove&lt;br /&gt;Music can be good or bad depending on how its used&lt;br /&gt;Music can make you choose different clothes to wear&lt;br /&gt;Music can make you change your hair&lt;br /&gt;Music can make you choose new friends&lt;br /&gt;Music can make you want to dance&lt;br /&gt;Music can make you fight&lt;br /&gt;Music can make everything alright&lt;br /&gt;Music can take care of you when your alone&lt;br /&gt;Music can make everything feel like home&lt;br /&gt;Music can harm and take away&lt;br /&gt;Music can make you want to stay&lt;br /&gt;Music is the only friend I have&lt;br /&gt;Music is my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;Music is what keeps me alive&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like I can't survive                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-3838540025042197144?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/3838540025042197144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/3838540025042197144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/3838540025042197144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/music.html' title='music'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-9038317541175846105</id><published>2009-06-17T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:09:28.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><title type='text'>The Lust We Fought For</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The lust we fought for in now just a pile of ash.&lt;br /&gt;      The lust we fought for was a lie to it's very last.&lt;br /&gt;The lust we fought for burns in my memory every night.&lt;br /&gt;      The kust we fought for wasn't worth it's own right.&lt;br /&gt;The lust we fought for seemed so out of control.&lt;br /&gt;      The lust we fought for only needed us to grab ahold.&lt;br /&gt;So the lust we fought for wasn't lust at all.&lt;br /&gt;      Indeed it was love that made our great fall.&lt;br /&gt;The lust we fought for keeps me crying at night.&lt;br /&gt;      The lust we fought for has me praying to turn it right.&lt;br /&gt;The lust we fought for makes me miss you more.&lt;br /&gt;      The lust we fought for broke my heart to it's core.&lt;br /&gt;The lust we fought for brings out a million tears.&lt;br /&gt;      The lust we fought for challenged all of my fears.&lt;br /&gt;So the lust we fought for was the pain i deserved to face.&lt;br /&gt;      Indeed it was love from that magically beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;The lust we fought for is now gone up in flames...&lt;br /&gt;      Because I now know that the lust we fought for was real all the same.                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-9038317541175846105?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/9038317541175846105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/lust-we-fought-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/9038317541175846105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/9038317541175846105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/lust-we-fought-for.html' title='The Lust We Fought For'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-4134983171734784073</id><published>2009-06-14T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:09:51.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><title type='text'>Take It Easy! ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love and lust,&lt;br /&gt;What you’ll vote?&lt;br /&gt;I vote for love,&lt;br /&gt;Lust I got.&lt;br /&gt;I vote for lust,&lt;br /&gt;Love I got.&lt;br /&gt;Love is Love&lt;br /&gt;And Lust is lust……&lt;br /&gt;In the puzzlement&lt;br /&gt;Lust and love I voted for both,&lt;br /&gt;And I was disqualified!&lt;br /&gt;I stopped voting now!&lt;br /&gt;I take things as it comes!                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-4134983171734784073?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/4134983171734784073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-it-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/4134983171734784073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/4134983171734784073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-it-easy.html' title='Take It Easy! ! ! !'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-5560040542502361705</id><published>2009-06-12T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:10:14.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><title type='text'>Power Rangers Lust Galaxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Power Rangers Lust Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far far away&lt;br /&gt;Deep in space&lt;br /&gt;To a sexy galaxy you will go&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers go&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers go&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There lies a key to an anal affair and the condoms you must use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh rangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn us on&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers Lust Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;Turn us on&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers Lust Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;Turn us on&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers Lust Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;Oh Power Rangers.....&lt;br /&gt;Lust (Lust)  Galaxy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-5560040542502361705?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/5560040542502361705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/power-rangers-lust-galaxy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/5560040542502361705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/5560040542502361705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/power-rangers-lust-galaxy.html' title='Power Rangers Lust Galaxy'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-4989723634266651160</id><published>2009-06-09T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:10:37.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><title type='text'>Lust, Lust, Lust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He lusts for her&lt;br /&gt;Her apple breasts&lt;br /&gt;Beneath her vest&lt;br /&gt;Taste the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust, Lust, Lust&lt;br /&gt;Three women on the go&lt;br /&gt;Yet happiness does not flow&lt;br /&gt;It is only&lt;br /&gt;Lust, Lust, Lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her apple breasts&lt;br /&gt;Beneath her vest&lt;br /&gt;Taste the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The natural flow of wetness&lt;br /&gt;He hopes to taste once more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its vanilla flavor&lt;br /&gt;Will be one better than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust, Lust, Lust&lt;br /&gt;Lost in focus&lt;br /&gt;Lost in defense&lt;br /&gt;Can’t do his job&lt;a id="KonaLink2" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lust-lust-lust/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial;color:#b00000;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial;color:#b00000;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till he scores once more&lt;br /&gt;Now humble, no longer hardcore&lt;br /&gt;Only suffering from lust hangover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her apple breast&lt;br /&gt;Beneath her vest&lt;br /&gt;Has just put him to the test&lt;br /&gt;The sweet fluid of sex&lt;br /&gt;Displaying something complex&lt;br /&gt;Lust, Lust, Lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save him&lt;br /&gt;He is an emotional wreck&lt;br /&gt;For he still lusts after his Ex! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-4989723634266651160?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/4989723634266651160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/lust-lust-lust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/4989723634266651160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/4989723634266651160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/lust-lust-lust.html' title='Lust, Lust, Lust'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-6434869222300748411</id><published>2009-06-03T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:11:36.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><title type='text'>trumpets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                                                     crazy like a fox wind&lt;br /&gt;crazy like a breeze&lt;br /&gt;crazy like a crocodilian&lt;br /&gt;crazy like disease                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-6434869222300748411?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/6434869222300748411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/trumpets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/6434869222300748411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/6434869222300748411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/trumpets.html' title='trumpets'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-3153449416168328651</id><published>2009-05-29T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:11:14.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                                                     I made you crazy&lt;br /&gt;I drove a man crazy&lt;br /&gt;and yet I dont know how I made him crazy&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt fair for him to be crazy&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for making you crazy&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take your place and I be crazy&lt;br /&gt;tell me a way show me a way and make me crazy&lt;br /&gt;my heart hurts cause I made my friend crazy&lt;br /&gt;Please change I dont want you to be crazy&lt;br /&gt;Someone help him, help him, he's crazy&lt;br /&gt;take away his pain &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crazy-4/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(176, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial;color:#b00000;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="position: relative;" id="preLoadWrap0"&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; z-index: 4000; top: -32px; left: -18px; display: none;" id="preLoadLayer0"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://kona.kontera.com/javascript/lib/imgs/grey_loader.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that made him crazy&lt;br /&gt;I dont like how I made him crazy&lt;br /&gt;I didnt do it on purpose, I didnt even know I was making him crazy&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take it all back and he leave me crazy                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                               &lt;br /&gt;Stay out of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-3153449416168328651?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/3153449416168328651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/3153449416168328651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/3153449416168328651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-3756367162217115513</id><published>2009-05-24T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:12:36.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>Joy of my Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Joy of my soul, Joy of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You've given me love from the very start;&lt;br /&gt;In you I live, I move and I breathe ~&lt;br /&gt;To you my whole being does cleave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy of my soul, Joy of my spirit,&lt;br /&gt;Of goodness ~ may I be drawn near it&lt;br /&gt;And to all that is holy, right and true,&lt;br /&gt;May I ever be totally committed to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy of my soul, Joy of my life,&lt;br /&gt;You are tho rock&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joy-of-my-soul/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial;color:#b00000;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial;color:#b00000;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; during all the strife.&lt;br /&gt;Many are the benefits you freely give;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I have the will to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy of my soul, Joy of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Let's assure one another, we'll never part.&lt;br /&gt;You are my Lord, my God, my All;&lt;br /&gt;I obey your statutes, I love your law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy of my soul, Joy of my spirit&lt;br /&gt;Absence from you, I surely would fear it.&lt;br /&gt;Never permit me to ever stray&lt;br /&gt;Protect me ever and always, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy of my soul, Joy of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Sin pierces your heart ~ like a knife.&lt;br /&gt;You are The Lord of Lords and The King of Kings,&lt;br /&gt;O the JOY your Salvation brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle for good and evil still wages,&lt;br /&gt;But You, O Lord, are JOY for all ages.&lt;br /&gt;Judgement day will soon arrive;&lt;br /&gt;The goats'll die and the sheep'll thrive.&lt;br /&gt;Please God ~ your faithful ones'll be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Jesus, as Groom, you'll come for your Bride&lt;br /&gt;You'll draw her very close to your side&lt;br /&gt;Embrace her with your arms open wide&lt;br /&gt;And together in Heaven forever abide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, O Lord, are JOY for all ages.&lt;br /&gt;JOY, JOY, JOY!&lt;br /&gt;YOU are JOY for All Ages! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-3756367162217115513?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/3756367162217115513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/joy-of-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Joy gives you wings&lt;br /&gt;In difficult circumstances;&lt;br /&gt;The problems don't go away,&lt;br /&gt;but you can rise above them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is not just a feeling or emotion&lt;br /&gt;Joy is the pleasure of life&lt;br /&gt;Life in itself cannot be life without Joy&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard, but Joy can overcome it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is only there if you accept it&lt;br /&gt;Joy can be found at any time of the day&lt;br /&gt;Say Joy were an angel, it would save you&lt;br /&gt;Say Joy were a demon, it would haunt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Joy can be anything you like or love&lt;br /&gt;Mainly Joy comes to help you through life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times of trials comes&lt;br /&gt;Times of sadness comes&lt;br /&gt;Joy is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Joy is bigger then sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy gives you wings to live another day&lt;br /&gt;Joy is the reason why people smile back at you&lt;br /&gt;Joy is Joy when you accept it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-4865502995411600728?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/4865502995411600728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/4865502995411600728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/4865502995411600728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-3148014161016076057</id><published>2009-05-19T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:13:13.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><title type='text'>RACISM- a game of colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                                                     I give you a set of colours&lt;br /&gt;Red, blue, green, yellow, pink, brown, black and white&lt;br /&gt;And you would say red and blue are complement complimentary,&lt;br /&gt;and that contemporary brown and green are supplementary&lt;br /&gt;And white is elementary,&lt;br /&gt;and that black is voluntary&lt;br /&gt;I would say its the adjective of racism&lt;br /&gt;For racism is a game of colour&lt;br /&gt;For racism is trauma of complexion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You argue black is obscurity,&lt;br /&gt;white is dazzling and brown poverty&lt;br /&gt;with yellow as footling&lt;br /&gt;But i withstand your considerations&lt;br /&gt;I would say they are the adjectives of racism&lt;br /&gt;For racism is a game of colour&lt;br /&gt;For racism is shame humanitarian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired! wanna defend?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i give you some more parameters:&lt;br /&gt;Demography, shape, education, economy, gender&lt;br /&gt;You would say demography is fortune&lt;br /&gt;And shape is good trait&lt;br /&gt;That economy is brained brawn power&lt;br /&gt;While gender supporting the theory of magnetism-'Unlike poles attract each other'&lt;br /&gt;I would say they suffice for adjectives of racism&lt;br /&gt;For racism is a game of colour&lt;br /&gt;For racism is as despicable as a heinous odour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hither and thither,&lt;br /&gt;helter skeleter,&lt;br /&gt;far and near,&lt;br /&gt;thereover,  hereunder,&lt;br /&gt;I find, you see, we have colours blaming each other&lt;br /&gt;Some colours say they are souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;And that rest are samaritans&lt;br /&gt;Some colours say they are absolute riches&lt;br /&gt;And that others are dumped ditches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetically colours have some limitations&lt;br /&gt;Like the dimensions in a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;And once it is replete&lt;br /&gt;There is no need for scribbling black and blue&lt;br /&gt;Like in reality some job agencies tag some skilled candidates to be obsolete-&lt;br /&gt;Only coz' they don't match a colour of their tape-the bureaucratic red tape,&lt;br /&gt;Or, they do not have blue references for a lush green outcome as future&lt;br /&gt;Here ironically, one should really ponder&lt;br /&gt;The world around us would have been a sheer monotony&lt;br /&gt;Bereft of all hues considered as under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casts, creeds, race and religion,&lt;br /&gt;Culture, scripture, pictorial mother nature are all the very similar&lt;br /&gt;They are phonetics like alpha and a we caricature&lt;br /&gt;That we are all the same red when scratched or when required:&lt;br /&gt;They are all in the same plane of earth&lt;br /&gt;Only dimensions and appearences differ&lt;br /&gt;So that human life becomes a snapper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do colours really speak?&lt;br /&gt;I asked the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And you know?&lt;br /&gt;People quote as white monarchs;&lt;br /&gt;People smote as brown oligarchs;&lt;br /&gt;People wrote as black democrats;&lt;br /&gt;People vote as yellow technocrats;&lt;br /&gt;And colours all making them beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Like the significant black nightfall,&lt;br /&gt;white day,&lt;br /&gt;yellow sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;green leaves to blossom and enshrine&lt;br /&gt;Same as the burlesque bounties of bespoke bespectacled nature&lt;br /&gt;who is incomparably incredible with all her attributes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat sniggering and contemplative&lt;br /&gt;As racism walks in tandem with all virtues vying them&lt;br /&gt;It stings like a ratatouille&lt;br /&gt;where people, gets, getting, shall be getting stewed hours forever&lt;br /&gt;As racism seems like a schizoid daydream&lt;br /&gt;As racism is - a pharmakone.&lt;br /&gt;I am a thinking victim of such maelstrom&lt;br /&gt;Searching for ancillary stores in its claustrophobic confines;&lt;br /&gt;Like a fly staggering in a spider spun web&lt;br /&gt;I then scooped at this child,&lt;br /&gt;A child drawing on a white paper the colour of imaginations&lt;br /&gt;I derived a cryogenic satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;For this child is not superseded,&lt;br /&gt;and it deracinated the hedonistic outlaws,&lt;br /&gt;the picture of nature- a reality&lt;br /&gt;with its barbling waterways, the labyrinths having rich impacto of sherbert colours and, and&lt;br /&gt;having a honeymoon,&lt;br /&gt;And no sign of bacchanal pride,&lt;br /&gt;no symbol of banal pejorative prejudice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I derived that colours are always distinguishing&lt;br /&gt;And not meant for any pugnacious ensuing&lt;br /&gt;As it is horribly prescient,&lt;br /&gt;more than the floundering earth beneath melting ice-caps.                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-3148014161016076057?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-905023538510091233</id><published>2009-05-16T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:13:33.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><title type='text'>END RACISM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The eyes of hate stares down at you&lt;br /&gt;with so much dispproval and it makes you&lt;br /&gt;feel uncomfortible and unwelcome,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism is major and it has to STOP&lt;br /&gt;its like you want afican americans to&lt;br /&gt;be ashamed to dislike their color because&lt;br /&gt;you dislike it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other people who are&lt;br /&gt;afaid to stand up for whats right&lt;br /&gt;im PROUD to be a young black women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism has been going on since 1955 and longer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone care about how racism affects alot of people&lt;br /&gt;and, how is brings some of us down as Afican Americans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Afican Americans walk down the street all you hear and see is people of other races throwing the N' word at them and fingering them.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts sometimes to see people disapproval of black people but like my mom always told me what doesnt kill you, makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for a change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END RACISM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-905023538510091233?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/905023538510091233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-racism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/905023538510091233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/905023538510091233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-racism.html' title='END RACISM'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-2351375845139973908</id><published>2009-05-14T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:24:21.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Angry Soup Of Racism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ain't it a shame&lt;br /&gt;when hate lynches&lt;br /&gt;a 14 year old Colored boy&lt;br /&gt;in 1955 Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;and blows away the dreams of&lt;br /&gt;four innocent little Negro girls&lt;br /&gt;in 1963 Birmingham, Alabama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;bus that to your segregated thoughts&lt;br /&gt;as I 'interracially' walk you&lt;br /&gt;through Little Rock, Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;with Daisy Bates &amp;amp; nine Black Children&lt;br /&gt;to march along side the National Guard&lt;br /&gt;on their way to a lily white school&lt;br /&gt;as the message of this&lt;br /&gt;un-segregates &amp;amp; un-tangles &lt;br /&gt;the history of hate&lt;br /&gt;attackin’ Negroes in 1957&lt;br /&gt;whose only desire was to be educated&lt;br /&gt;and schooled too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racism &amp;amp; hate&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t try to guide&lt;br /&gt;the white citizen council back&lt;br /&gt;to their good senses&lt;br /&gt;‘cause racism&lt;br /&gt;don’t care ‘bout nobody&lt;br /&gt;being Jew or Colored&lt;br /&gt;when it needs to&lt;br /&gt;fire-bomb         &lt;br /&gt;Negro churches with Negroes in them&lt;br /&gt;or feels the need to hang someone&lt;br /&gt;from a tree out of existence&lt;br /&gt;racism even devours… its own kkklan&lt;br /&gt;as the innocent&lt;br /&gt;pay the ultimate price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racism doesn’t care&lt;br /&gt;if your church is the 16th Street Baptist&lt;br /&gt;and 14 yr. old  Addie Mae Collins&lt;br /&gt;is one of the four black Alabama children&lt;br /&gt;killed in attendance       &lt;br /&gt;racism ain’t concerned about&lt;br /&gt;you being Caucasian either&lt;br /&gt;or your last name being&lt;br /&gt;Jewish&lt;br /&gt;White&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;Till&lt;br /&gt;Schwerner&lt;br /&gt;Evers&lt;br /&gt;Liuzzo&lt;br /&gt;Mandela&lt;br /&gt;Martin or Rodney King&lt;br /&gt;and so many other names&lt;br /&gt;that we’ll never know of&lt;br /&gt;that racism wounded or buried six feet&lt;br /&gt;under hate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racism doesn’t care about&lt;br /&gt;what kinda NAACP dream&lt;br /&gt;you’re having&lt;br /&gt;or concerned about your last name&lt;br /&gt;being 'Parks' in 1955&lt;br /&gt;when it attempts to guide you back&lt;br /&gt;to the 'Colored' section of the bus&lt;br /&gt;where you know your&lt;br /&gt;civil-rights will be denied&lt;br /&gt;every time you allow&lt;br /&gt;' segregation &amp;amp; discrimination'&lt;br /&gt;to collect its fare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racism and its hateful followers&lt;br /&gt;have no regard at all&lt;br /&gt;for one’s race/religion&lt;br /&gt;or sexual persuasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when racism peers&lt;br /&gt;into its discriminating mirror&lt;br /&gt;century after century&lt;br /&gt;time after time&lt;br /&gt;day after day&lt;br /&gt;and tells itself in 2006&lt;br /&gt;'it’s better than you'&lt;br /&gt;because you’re 'cultured' different&lt;br /&gt;from them'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;racism stirs an 'ugly pot' of soup&lt;br /&gt;that no one should ever have to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-2351375845139973908?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/2351375845139973908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/angry-soup-of-racism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/2351375845139973908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/2351375845139973908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/angry-soup-of-racism.html' title='the Angry Soup Of Racism'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-1294357772324309588</id><published>2009-05-12T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:23:29.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><title type='text'>Racism Is Around Me Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Of human ignorance I am almost in despair&lt;br /&gt;For racism is around me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;But like they say sheer ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;Just like Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people carry their honour in a flag&lt;br /&gt;And of their Nationality they brag&lt;br /&gt;They feel superior and they differentiate&lt;br /&gt;And against those who are different they discriminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people still judged by their race&lt;br /&gt;For such there never ought to be a place&lt;br /&gt;'A fair go' those untruthful words I do recall&lt;br /&gt;There is no such a thing as a 'fair go for all'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we live in a so called democracy&lt;br /&gt;Of racism we never will be free&lt;br /&gt;They judge you by where you come from and the colour of your skin&lt;br /&gt;For many equality and respect seems impossible to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since the days of Martin Luther King&lt;br /&gt;His name to it has a familiar ring&lt;br /&gt;If against racism he did not choose to strive&lt;br /&gt;Today the great man he would be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many holding the reins of power not spiritually aware&lt;br /&gt;And racism is around me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And racism only leads to division and war&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show how ignorant some are.                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-1294357772324309588?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/1294357772324309588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/racism-is-around-me-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/1294357772324309588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/1294357772324309588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/racism-is-around-me-everywhere.html' title='Racism Is Around Me Everywhere'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-5080784703705477321</id><published>2009-05-10T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:13:53.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><title type='text'>racism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;racism is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;racism is all around you&lt;br /&gt;so lets end racism&lt;br /&gt;and fill peace, love, and joy in the air.                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-5080784703705477321?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/5080784703705477321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/racism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/5080784703705477321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/5080784703705477321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/racism.html' title='racism'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-939814859859764828</id><published>2009-05-07T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:14:13.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>adria, adria, adria why are you so funny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; adria moya, hmm you do not like your name to be written in the poem&lt;br /&gt;the problem with me is that&lt;br /&gt;i am hardheaded and i am the kind of boy who does what mother&lt;br /&gt;does not like me to do&lt;br /&gt;i am naughty and so here i am&lt;br /&gt;in all my mischief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny? adria, adria, why are you so funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you see the train of hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;come let us ride on it and forget the sad things of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will make another one the train of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the train of dance and laughter&lt;br /&gt;come, come, come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us be there, what is the use of being what they want you to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place is here and it must be a place of fun and laughter&lt;br /&gt;and something so divine later.                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-939814859859764828?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/939814859859764828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/adria-adria-adria-why-are-you-so-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/939814859859764828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/939814859859764828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/adria-adria-adria-why-are-you-so-funny.html' title='adria, adria, adria why are you so funny?'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-7245924486518927215</id><published>2009-05-05T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:14:40.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><title type='text'>LUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                                                     Today i realised&lt;br /&gt;lust is not lust&lt;br /&gt;i must not be fussed with lust&lt;br /&gt;because i have a big bust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust isnt what it seems&lt;br /&gt;a hierarchy of beems&lt;br /&gt;what does it deem to be?&lt;br /&gt;not what it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lust at my breast&lt;br /&gt;through that meaty chest&lt;br /&gt;i did my best&lt;br /&gt;but lust took my breast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the breast lies thy heart&lt;br /&gt;lust has to wonder along that part&lt;br /&gt;it broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;i siezed the day                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-7245924486518927215?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/7245924486518927215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/lust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/7245924486518927215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/7245924486518927215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/lust.html' title='LUST'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-8164912335987607228</id><published>2009-05-04T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:15:01.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>funnny? .. not so much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it's funny how hello&lt;br /&gt;is always accompanied by good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how good memories&lt;br /&gt;can start to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how forever&lt;br /&gt;never seems to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how much you'd lose&lt;br /&gt;if you forgot about your past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how good friends&lt;br /&gt;can just leave you when your down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how when you need someone&lt;br /&gt;they're nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how people change&lt;br /&gt;to make themselfs seem better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how many lies&lt;br /&gt;are packed into one love letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how people can forgive&lt;br /&gt;but they can never really forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how one night&lt;br /&gt;can be filled with so many regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it; s funny how ironic&lt;br /&gt;lifes turns out to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how none of these things&lt;br /&gt;seem really funny to me                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-8164912335987607228?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/8164912335987607228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/funnny-not-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/8164912335987607228'/><link rel='self' 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 &gt;it's funny how hello is always finished with goodbye&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how good memories can make you cry&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how forever never seems to last&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how much you would lose if you forgot about your past&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how “friends” can just leave when you are down&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how when you need someone they never are around&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how people change and think they are so much better&lt;br /&gt;it cant be packed in one letter&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how one night can contain so much regret&lt;br /&gt;because the funniest part of all, is none of thats funny to me                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-7935459996557923351?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/7935459996557923351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/7935459996557923351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4859893612276613312/posts/default/7935459996557923351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-funny.html' title='Its funny'/><author><name>gelosatriani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029133949604999782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_nryM1tWLc/Sk34AJE2XoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SXMzaTVhci0/S220/yngwie_malmsteen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859893612276613312.post-2661595230918923278</id><published>2009-05-01T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:15:43.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>funny... but not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                                                     it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how forever never seems to last&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how “friends” can just leave when you are down&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how when you need someone they never are around&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how people change and think they're so much better&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how many lies are packed into one “love letter”&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how one night can contain so much regret&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how ironic life turns out to be&lt;br /&gt;but the funniest part of all, is none of thats funny to me                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4859893612276613312-2661595230918923278?l=hotdogpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/2661595230918923278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogpoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-but-not.html#comment-form' title='0 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