<?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-3162812840748446443</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:44:25.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Darkness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrsparkus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162812840748446443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrsparkus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jrsparkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08826993483640190798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162812840748446443.post-4895752519150212958</id><published>2008-07-01T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:46:01.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry and Reply</title><content type='html'>Cry and Reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost and saddened,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped within.&lt;br /&gt;I’m lagging behind,&lt;br /&gt;My other kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry out for help,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel no call,&lt;br /&gt;Not a aftertaste,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just so alone,&lt;br /&gt;Lost and afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I get rid of feelings,&lt;br /&gt;In harmful ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried out smoking,&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t last.&lt;br /&gt;Their also expensive,&lt;br /&gt;Like paying for gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried liquor,&lt;br /&gt;But the buzz didn’t last.&lt;br /&gt;It split my head,&lt;br /&gt;And I throw it all back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried something else,&lt;br /&gt;Something that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I got a knife,&lt;br /&gt;And began to cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;I cut my ankles and knees.&lt;br /&gt;My thighs and wrists,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a buzz,&lt;br /&gt;But again not for long,&lt;br /&gt;After that I felt pain,&lt;br /&gt;Felt empty and lost.&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;Of what I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I cry out,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one last time,&lt;br /&gt;I need some help,&lt;br /&gt;Can you spare some time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love isn’t in a pack,&lt;br /&gt;In a bottle or a knife.&lt;br /&gt;Nor is it in your guilt,&lt;br /&gt;Your anger or your strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lies deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;Of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;A feeling so sure,&lt;br /&gt;So soft and serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my child,&lt;br /&gt;You’re a train on my track.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there to guide you,&lt;br /&gt;Where ever your at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your problems,&lt;br /&gt;Your cares and your woes.&lt;br /&gt;I weep with you, child,&lt;br /&gt;But remember my son,&lt;br /&gt;I bore the cross,&lt;br /&gt;To save all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, our father,&lt;br /&gt;We both love is true.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be with you child,&lt;br /&gt;All the rough patches you’ve been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest your head child,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll send a prayer from a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh lord up high,&lt;br /&gt;My father and lord.&lt;br /&gt;Help them like you helped me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know you love them, as I love them too”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162812840748446443-4895752519150212958?l=jrsparkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrsparkus.blogspot.com/feeds/4895752519150212958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162812840748446443&amp;postID=4895752519150212958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162812840748446443/posts/default/4895752519150212958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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to be strong&lt;br /&gt;To see if you feel&lt;br /&gt;Like you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make sure you aren’t&lt;br /&gt;Lead afar&lt;br /&gt;Just a little leash&lt;br /&gt;Of love and support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died on the cross&lt;br /&gt;To bear your sins and woes&lt;br /&gt;Every tiny fear&lt;br /&gt;I have here to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait by your bedside&lt;br /&gt;Your left and right&lt;br /&gt;To steer you as you&lt;br /&gt;Are taught the right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162812840748446443-7773799974134232513?l=jrsparkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrsparkus.blogspot.com/feeds/7773799974134232513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162812840748446443&amp;postID=7773799974134232513' title='0 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful mountains,&lt;br /&gt;Eternal bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stands up to,&lt;br /&gt;Such a sight like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue and Green,&lt;br /&gt;In a dazzling aura,&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful sight,&lt;br /&gt;A beauty to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the depths,&lt;br /&gt;Of earths colored eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Swims all sorts of fish,&lt;br /&gt;Different colors and size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfers surf,&lt;br /&gt;And tanners watch,&lt;br /&gt;A calm Maelstrom,&lt;br /&gt;With gentle waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place id full of,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder and war,&lt;br /&gt;A beauty beheld,&lt;br /&gt;In large pints and quarts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162812840748446443-5761397446440969617?l=jrsparkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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death,&lt;br /&gt;Is what I’m living.&lt;br /&gt;As my sins,&lt;br /&gt;Are the words I’m giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As defeat,&lt;br /&gt;Is hermes sender.&lt;br /&gt;I scream out loud,&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll never surrender!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson of learning,&lt;br /&gt;I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;As my life’s yearning,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;My life is leading.&lt;br /&gt;Loosing my larkness,&lt;br /&gt;As my soul is bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my demise,&lt;br /&gt;The world is loading.&lt;br /&gt;My untimely death,&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth is goading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my life,&lt;br /&gt;Is burning to cinders.&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn,&lt;br /&gt;To just surrender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162812840748446443-7519114790342677913?l=jrsparkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162812840748446443.post-5704801615302534000</id><published>2008-07-01T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:43:13.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violated</title><content type='html'>Violated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it when your voice,&lt;br /&gt;Just can’t tell what’s true.&lt;br /&gt;As it is your choice,&lt;br /&gt;But silence reigns in you.&lt;br /&gt;The police and others,&lt;br /&gt;Knows what he has done.&lt;br /&gt;Her sacred brother,&lt;br /&gt;Turned her into a pun.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in his hands,&lt;br /&gt;Never let out.&lt;br /&gt;She swam for shore,&lt;br /&gt;Shrouded in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;She was violated,&lt;br /&gt;By her own kin.&lt;br /&gt;She demonstrated,&lt;br /&gt;But just didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;This little action,&lt;br /&gt;Is corroding her heart.&lt;br /&gt;As we see her reaction,&lt;br /&gt;Withdrawn and tart.&lt;br /&gt;But this beating,&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t phase her.&lt;br /&gt;As her weeping,&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t take her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162812840748446443-5704801615302534000?l=jrsparkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrsparkus.blogspot.com/feeds/5704801615302534000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162812840748446443&amp;postID=5704801615302534000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162812840748446443/posts/default/5704801615302534000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162812840748446443/posts/default/5704801615302534000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrsparkus.blogspot.com/2008/07/violated.html' title='Violated'/><author><name>jrsparkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08826993483640190798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162812840748446443.post-1740095000933169857</id><published>2008-07-01T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:42:01.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He and She (co-writer, Holly Cambell Helped)</title><content type='html'>He &amp;amp; She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came&lt;br /&gt;She saw&lt;br /&gt;He conquered&lt;br /&gt;Her all&lt;br /&gt;He lied&lt;br /&gt;She believed&lt;br /&gt;He cheated&lt;br /&gt;She deceived&lt;br /&gt;He stole&lt;br /&gt;Her heart&lt;br /&gt;He’s wicked&lt;br /&gt;She’s tart&lt;br /&gt;His love&lt;br /&gt;She stole&lt;br /&gt;He gave&lt;br /&gt;Her woe&lt;br /&gt;He left&lt;br /&gt;She cried&lt;br /&gt;He ran&lt;br /&gt;She died&lt;br /&gt;He held&lt;br /&gt;Her hand&lt;br /&gt;He left&lt;br /&gt;Her man&lt;br /&gt;He ran&lt;br /&gt;She flees&lt;br /&gt;He’s sad&lt;br /&gt;She pleads&lt;br /&gt;His death&lt;br /&gt;She bleeds&lt;br /&gt;He finds&lt;br /&gt;Her presence&lt;br /&gt;He hugs&lt;br /&gt;Her essence&lt;br /&gt;He sings&lt;br /&gt;She dances&lt;br /&gt;He takes&lt;br /&gt;Her chances&lt;br /&gt;He’ll find&lt;br /&gt;Her key&lt;br /&gt;He shows&lt;br /&gt;Her peace&lt;br /&gt;He holds&lt;br /&gt;Her near&lt;br /&gt;He’s now&lt;br /&gt;Her dear&lt;br /&gt;His ways&lt;br /&gt;She’s seen&lt;br /&gt;His lies&lt;br /&gt;She cleans&lt;br /&gt;He’s thankful&lt;br /&gt;She’ll stay&lt;br /&gt;He walks&lt;br /&gt;Her way&lt;br /&gt;He takes&lt;br /&gt;Her hand&lt;br /&gt;His wife&lt;br /&gt;Her man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Helped)'/><author><name>jrsparkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08826993483640190798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162812840748446443.post-2811188421675083113</id><published>2008-07-01T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:41:21.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves Melody</title><content type='html'>This melody,&lt;br /&gt;So soft and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;As the music plays,&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dance floor,&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;As each-others heart,&lt;br /&gt;The other kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too shy to dance,&lt;br /&gt;To timid to love.&lt;br /&gt;They fly their ways,&lt;br /&gt;Two love-struck doves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years pass by,&lt;br /&gt;And cities change.&lt;br /&gt;Two new lives,&lt;br /&gt;Are rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Of some new town.&lt;br /&gt;A melody,&lt;br /&gt;Calls them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plays that song,&lt;br /&gt;In a band.&lt;br /&gt;Looking, searching,&lt;br /&gt;Across the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he finds her,&lt;br /&gt;He’ll believe.&lt;br /&gt;It’s no myth,&lt;br /&gt;They’re meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as he searches,&lt;br /&gt;He hopes and pleads.&lt;br /&gt;She hasn’t become,&lt;br /&gt;His Annabelle lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to quit,&lt;br /&gt;His heart just skips.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks, “I found her,&lt;br /&gt;On this road trip.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks up at him,&lt;br /&gt;Ten years older.&lt;br /&gt;Tears in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Her mind bolder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets on the stage,&lt;br /&gt;And together they meet.&lt;br /&gt;One love created,&lt;br /&gt;A magnificent feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This melody,&lt;br 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