<?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-6818249498832278571</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:32:12.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>InsideOut</title><subtitle type='html'>© Omeed Askari 2005 - 2011. All Rights Reserved.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Omeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191761065857379089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-1828719185249087335</id><published>2011-03-25T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T15:13:58.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>destruction of the second degree</title><content type='html'>dark and quiet without a sound,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is here, no one is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sense of suffocation is abound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search for an exit I commence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of failure is intense,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no path to seek penance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness I tremble and fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cry for help is my only call,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;futile my attempt, for every side is a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no escape from this wretched place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how well I can plead my case,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excommunicated from my pace;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for an injustice I committed that was not wrong&lt;br /&gt;I saved the lives of four not strong&lt;br /&gt;and condemned myself to a life of darkness&lt;br /&gt;for friendship and loyalty are my greatest weakness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-1828719185249087335?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1828719185249087335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=1828719185249087335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/1828719185249087335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/1828719185249087335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2011/03/destruction-of-second-degree.html' title='destruction of the second degree'/><author><name>Omeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191761065857379089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-199639377136630768</id><published>2011-01-22T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T09:25:03.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cannot sleep because all I think about is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and if I fall to my dreams all I dream about is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;why can I not let you leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;set me free so I can roam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;about the world - go where I want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 22.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to plant a new rose without thinking of the old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to feel the warmth of the sun, not the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 22.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am afraid. I am afraid. I am afraid...to fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cower in my cowardice to move on from what I could not keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can admit this to myself but the benefits I cannot reap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am surrounded by love yet my heart continues to weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 22.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the ink pours out in a deranged mess, all over this sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;queer they seem, scribbled out, as your eyes they meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;empty, is how I feel, like this pen squeezing out its meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;empty we'll both be, at the end of the sheet, after this feat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 22.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 22.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a numbness settles in, trying to set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the voices speak, but they only speak to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my thoughts start to clear and suddenly I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that life has no meaning. That is the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 22.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 22.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.montclairmfa.com/uploads/media_items/the-rhetorical-sin-of-the-meaningless-variation.700.473.s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://www.montclairmfa.com/uploads/media_items/the-rhetorical-sin-of-the-meaningless-variation.700.473.s.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 22.0px; 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margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes we say really stupid things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;and just want to get away from the way the world swings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;we say things we immediately regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;not thinking at all about their effect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we're mean and just plain cruel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes we're on the receiving end, that's just nature's rule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;These words slip right off of our tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;to sting someone else in the spine, rung by rung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;These words can handicap their destination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;and when we feel it back we cry for our restoration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;These words cause quarrels between friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;They are the words that take relationships to their ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;mom's and dad's yell them at night, "trying" to make mends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;and you all know you say these to your boyfriends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;use these words and you are making the world a worse off place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;every time you say these words you sting someones eyes like mace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;So listen to what you say and who you are saying it to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;because the last person who wants to hear these words said to them is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kGdjqnJkAE/TIXdYo5PELI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SLGtP9o5ulg/s1600/Words.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kGdjqnJkAE/TIXdYo5PELI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SLGtP9o5ulg/s200/Words.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-8621771927843587372?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8621771927843587372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=8621771927843587372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/8621771927843587372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/8621771927843587372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-we-say-really-stupid-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Omeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191761065857379089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kGdjqnJkAE/TIXdYo5PELI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SLGtP9o5ulg/s72-c/Words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-982679996782267845</id><published>2010-07-05T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:02:15.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Store</title><content type='html'>You know when you walk by&lt;br /&gt;and you see it shine, it just catches your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile wide and pull on mom's hand;&lt;br /&gt;mother can we go in just for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 20 minutes you beg and you plead.&lt;br /&gt;You con your way into this toy factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk straight to the back and there it is,&lt;br /&gt;the shiny red truck you've been cherishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fool around for a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;caught in the moment you forget mother's not having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know "come on lets go,"&lt;br /&gt;she's grabbing you by the ear and you say "no!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drags you kicking and screaming from the store,&lt;br /&gt;you tell her you don't want to be her son anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears and all you're dragged away abhorred,&lt;br /&gt;emotions and all respect destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning you walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;only to see another kid and his mother playing with the green jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stick your face to the window and stare in awe&lt;br /&gt;as he places his hand on your red truck in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart splices in two as he moves it across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;You curse your mother for what she'd done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see them approach the register and your only thought is "oh no"&lt;br /&gt;the store clerk scans the truck tag and it comes up at $24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Christmas you think to yourself. Maybe my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it never came. Twenty-four Christmases and birthdays went and came&lt;br /&gt;And while you're far too old, you'll never forget it all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always want that very truck you saw on that bittersweet day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threegracesgallery.com/SHOP/Imagire_Dorothy/red_truck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.threegracesgallery.com/SHOP/Imagire_Dorothy/red_truck.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-982679996782267845?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/982679996782267845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=982679996782267845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/982679996782267845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/982679996782267845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2010/07/toy-store.html' title='Toy Store'/><author><name>Omeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191761065857379089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-4329946282455926287</id><published>2010-06-28T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:44:03.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud Lake Placid</title><content type='html'>The rain hisses like a black ally cat caught off guard;&lt;br /&gt;roaring between hisses like the jungle king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits in his rowboat. Completely marred.&lt;br /&gt;oar-less. He's given up in the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the match is over. He sits there breathing cold into his lungs,&lt;br /&gt;he feels the ice enclose around his heart;&lt;br /&gt;it is here where his soul, next to his breast, is hung&lt;br /&gt;the icicles form in his throat, diving down like a dart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His time is up. Operating on a broken clock&lt;br /&gt;The doctor warned him that they were out of tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, He could not speak his true desire;&lt;br /&gt;that the hate he had pent up was burning like a raging fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he would give to see her cry;&lt;br /&gt;what he would give to see her heart die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew she was soulless &lt;br /&gt;and what they had could not be undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he warned her from his resting place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Know you have a heart of stone.&lt;br /&gt;A stone that cannot be warmed,&lt;br /&gt;not even by the sun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFNhPvoFUKg/Su07AXJlByI/AAAAAAAACho/Mn8zjDZSeSw/s1600/sad_man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFNhPvoFUKg/Su07AXJlByI/AAAAAAAACho/Mn8zjDZSeSw/s200/sad_man.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-4329946282455926287?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4329946282455926287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=4329946282455926287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/4329946282455926287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/4329946282455926287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2010/06/loud-lake-placid.html' title='Loud Lake Placid'/><author><name>Omeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191761065857379089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFNhPvoFUKg/Su07AXJlByI/AAAAAAAACho/Mn8zjDZSeSw/s72-c/sad_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-7206155335436127714</id><published>2010-06-19T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:46:26.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Supper</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;To pull myself up out of this hole.&lt;br /&gt;I should have known better,&lt;br /&gt;Because I have been here before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a cancer within my heart,&lt;br /&gt;The tumor slowly tears my soul apart.&lt;br /&gt;The distance is a catalyst to the end,&lt;br /&gt;there's no light from around the bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lies and the deceit&lt;br /&gt;grew out of 16 million feet&lt;br /&gt;Every day I wake up numb,&lt;br /&gt;Every day I'm told I'm dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and push it out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;But the devil and my dreams had already dined&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in a cold hot sweat&lt;br /&gt;With a racing heart that is still in debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://metzigwoodworks.com/images/sm_Truth_and_Deceit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://metzigwoodworks.com/images/sm_Truth_and_Deceit.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-7206155335436127714?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7206155335436127714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=7206155335436127714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7206155335436127714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7206155335436127714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-supper.html' title='Last Supper'/><author><name>Omeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191761065857379089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-259381493413942403</id><published>2010-04-17T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T01:53:00.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In It All</title><content type='html'>What do you do when your heart is black and blue,&lt;br /&gt;and all the eyes can do is shed a tear or two? &lt;br /&gt;Your soul will writhe trying to end its own life, &lt;br /&gt;and inside…you will feel a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside you will feel a war and outside you will &lt;br /&gt;wonder what it’s all for.&lt;br /&gt;You look abroad and everyone is at peace and you &lt;br /&gt;wonder why your war won’t cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the blue fades and black is what’s left,&lt;br /&gt;and in black blood your heart will be dressed.&lt;br /&gt;The darkness will seep through your network of veins,&lt;br /&gt;and your body will become numb to all the pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep down inside under all the black,&lt;br /&gt;a drop of red comes under attack.&lt;br /&gt;it will cling on for life and sometimes will win,&lt;br /&gt;but until then your only friend is the party’s gin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wordincarnate.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/darkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://wordincarnate.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/darkness.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-259381493413942403?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/259381493413942403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=259381493413942403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/259381493413942403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/259381493413942403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2010/04/infect.html' title='Lost In It All'/><author><name>Omeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191761065857379089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-706473952516586000</id><published>2010-01-29T00:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:53:33.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Simple Stupid</title><content type='html'>A kiss is as simple as two lips touching&lt;br /&gt;Yet as complicated as the millions, billions, and trillions of electrons vibrating against one another&lt;br /&gt;Breathing life into the chemicals that create your DNA&lt;br /&gt;The piece of print that creates our being&lt;br /&gt;That encodes your personality, your likes, dislikes and the&lt;br /&gt;unlimited amount of love that can be expressed from the simplicity of a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss. it’s a symbolic gesture. You are saying so without saying anything at all&lt;br /&gt;you’re telling her “i trust you” and if she reciprocates, so many doors open and shut at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;It says i love, i care, i trust; love me, want me, trust me, hold me. Kiss. Me. A.Gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss. it means so much and sometimes we just give it away&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it’s wasted on someone random, whether night or day&lt;br /&gt;they come in many forms and can be done in many a way&lt;br /&gt;they can be on the cheek, the lips and the duration can make a world of difference.&lt;br /&gt;One second could mean i want to spend the rest of my life with you and ten minutes of tongue can mean I won’t remember this when the sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss. sometimes a mistake. A pity when we just give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss. It’s like it’s own language in a big way. on the cheek can mean hello friend, it can be innocent and harmless &lt;br /&gt;or if it lingers it can mean hey. let’s get lost in bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss. it’s like a key into your heart, your world. your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss. it can make your tears sweet or sour. sad or happy. excited or glum. One can make your skin tingle with excitement. Yet watching it be given to someone else can make your dermis feel on fire. A kiss can take you to heaven on earth or hell in your own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss. we only have so many to give away before it starts to mean nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the green dollars put away in your wallets, once you start spending it irresponsibly you forget it’s value. &lt;br /&gt;Don’t let this happen to you. Don’t let your kiss mean nothing at all, don’t let your kiss let you or someone else fall, don’t let your kiss be forgotten in the ray of the sun &lt;br /&gt;in the morning when you wake up not knowing where you are and are frantically getting.your.clothes.on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss. respect it. value it. love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geekologie.com/2007/03/x-ray-kiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.geekologie.com/2007/03/x-ray-kiss.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-706473952516586000?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-4879476857853609510</id><published>2009-09-27T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:28:15.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Forgotten Knight</title><content type='html'>I cannot get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;From the darkness, I remember sitting on the bed&lt;br /&gt;playing the game as you passed the sadness ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Face to face, "yes" is what I recall you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was chaos and all went astray&lt;br /&gt;black was white and white was gray&lt;br /&gt;the rhymes ceased and so did the play&lt;br /&gt;your kind heart struck me with dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the happiness to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;He listend as I told the story of my lost lover;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps her act and play was all a cover,&lt;br /&gt;maybe all along her sights were on another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night we were on the bed,&lt;br /&gt;all of those things you said.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know you'd choose that way,&lt;br /&gt;little did you know I was left in dismay.&lt;br /&gt;Such is life when you pursue a false endeavour,&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember sitting on that bed...forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-4879476857853609510?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4879476857853609510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=4879476857853609510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/4879476857853609510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/4879476857853609510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2009/09/forgotten-knight.html' title='A Forgotten Knight'/><author><name>Omeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191761065857379089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-920265868554126047</id><published>2009-05-30T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:01:56.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it Odd</title><content type='html'>isn't it odd how she can make you feel;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd how she can make you keel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd, the control she has over you;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd how she can convince you 0+1=2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd how your stomach feels a pit;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd how you'd rather feel lit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd that you'd jump a bridge;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd how she'd never walk the ledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd how you're just a chump;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd how she's a cancerous lump?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd how you'll do anything in the world;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd how you find yourself curled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd that you end up not regretting;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd that you end up forgetting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd that you do it all over again;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd that there is no end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it odd. isn't it odd. isn't it odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Is Odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-8722337263031447233</id><published>2009-04-19T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:04:55.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Done</title><content type='html'>She's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recall the last time I smiled so wide.&lt;br /&gt;Through the deep blue ocean tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would think you saw a pearl.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has come to put me together.&lt;br /&gt;She is everything I could ask for,&lt;br /&gt;and often quite a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;When I see her, she makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;a motion my lips have not made for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as quick as it began,&lt;br /&gt;It all blew away like sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it the smile had turned upside down;&lt;br /&gt;as fast as it had formed, it changed to a frown..&lt;br /&gt;Her emotions fluttered and it was done,&lt;br /&gt;I should have known this was to come.&lt;br /&gt;These stories are always too good to be true;&lt;br /&gt;she'll always turn your red heart to dark blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SerarfOL1WI/AAAAAAAAAtY/nGESwpP-_bw/s1600-h/broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SerarfOL1WI/AAAAAAAAAtY/nGESwpP-_bw/s320/broken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326309949969257826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-8722337263031447233?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8722337263031447233/comments/default' title='Post 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up&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;you know when your life is a facade&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SdHGLb2lItI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bVUrjzkJGjo/s1600-h/12144604B~Hopeless-Human-Condition-I-02-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SdHGLb2lItI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bVUrjzkJGjo/s320/12144604B~Hopeless-Human-Condition-I-02-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319250534658810578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-4152116638387212910?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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start of the icy war?&lt;br /&gt;It reached across so many shores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koreans, Afghans, Viets and more;&lt;br /&gt;their countries torn apart in a silent war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day the wall came crumbling down?&lt;br /&gt;The day Lenin's dream fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when King stood up to the status quo?&lt;br /&gt;The day Brown versus the Board caused a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day Kennedy was killed?&lt;br /&gt;The day America's heart was chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember The day George Walker Bush won?&lt;br /&gt;The day we realized our votes didn't count, not even one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when the Towers came down?&lt;br /&gt;The day when black became brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day when we went to war&lt;br /&gt;for reasons based on the president's folklore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the following years? We thought we were safe;&lt;br /&gt;in actuality our rights were all raped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember in '08 Hope was in the air&lt;br /&gt;The name Obama echoed with "Care" and "Fair".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day King's dream came true?&lt;br /&gt;The day the White House would only be half too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we changed our nation?&lt;br /&gt;When our votes were a reason for celebration,&lt;br /&gt;When our votes were a loud declaration,&lt;br /&gt;When we were tired of our rights' degradation,&lt;br /&gt;When we cast the ballot without hesitation,&lt;br /&gt;When our votes were a type of illustration,&lt;br /&gt;When He won, it was an inspiration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends remember that day.&lt;br /&gt;Remember what you could feel.&lt;br /&gt;Remember what you could see.&lt;br /&gt;For that day, WE made history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SR0xp1LTy-I/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZtVK1DINGwQ/s1600-h/voted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SR0xp1LTy-I/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZtVK1DINGwQ/s320/voted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268421733812259810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-1018720183678204103?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1018720183678204103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=1018720183678204103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/1018720183678204103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/1018720183678204103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2008/11/remember-when-it-was-our-turn.html' title='Remember When It Was Our Turn?'/><author><name>Omeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191761065857379089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SR0xp1LTy-I/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZtVK1DINGwQ/s72-c/voted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-7045773451258950499</id><published>2008-11-13T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:07:51.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey</title><content type='html'>With every click &lt;br /&gt;a part of the past flashes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken soul twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;churns and spurns. It never learns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pins hit quick and hard.&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces, all the shards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiver, tremble, burn, and fall.&lt;br /&gt;Every exchange, quick and dull;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took the risk and he fell.&lt;br /&gt;He confined himself to this hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every resurgence a new strike blows;&lt;br /&gt;back on the ground facing new lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of her makes him weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way that creates an insomniac&lt;br /&gt;a torturous consciousness, a mental wrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rower is out and the weather is glum&lt;br /&gt;he now realizes he is deaf and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing gets through. He needs to flee,&lt;br /&gt;but the oars have sunken so painfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned and alone, a storm he shall face,&lt;br /&gt;floating above a sea of disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;only himself left to embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SRyHXTY7JHI/AAAAAAAAAs4/YUmO9-3_iLM/s1600-h/glum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SRyHXTY7JHI/AAAAAAAAAs4/YUmO9-3_iLM/s320/glum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268234498528191602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-7045773451258950499?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7045773451258950499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=7045773451258950499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7045773451258950499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7045773451258950499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2008/11/beyond-window.html' title='Grey'/><author><name>Omeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191761065857379089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SRyHXTY7JHI/AAAAAAAAAs4/YUmO9-3_iLM/s72-c/glum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-2689588156897216909</id><published>2008-10-18T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:57:02.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walk Back</title><content type='html'>Cold October night. The breeze bites hard.&lt;br /&gt;It blows through my thoughts day by day.&lt;br /&gt;The sidewalk rains; bland as the past we lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked by a bed of weeds. A familiar feeling;&lt;br /&gt;like the stain left upon the soul.&lt;br /&gt;A familiar feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:37 the train rumbled by. Trembling&lt;br /&gt;are the shards you left behind.&lt;br /&gt;It will never be the same; the colors&lt;br /&gt;of the past fade to black and white.&lt;br /&gt;The former reigns hard; hard as the&lt;br /&gt;stone from within; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the smile at your site, brings such&lt;br /&gt;delight. Light. Feather-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feather-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far off, an empty nest remains.&lt;br /&gt;Never to experience what once was.&lt;br /&gt;It just remains;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SPqFxoLFntI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zX6qZnkfhaY/s1600-h/tr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SPqFxoLFntI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zX6qZnkfhaY/s320/tr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258662602552483538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-2689588156897216909?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2689588156897216909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=2689588156897216909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/2689588156897216909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/2689588156897216909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2008/10/walk-back.html' title='The Walk Back'/><author><name>Omeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191761065857379089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SPqFxoLFntI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zX6qZnkfhaY/s72-c/tr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-3896491821632454382</id><published>2008-08-05T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T01:40:38.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Skies so Far Away</title><content type='html'>I knew it was you.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was you,&lt;br /&gt;the girl in the blue.&lt;br /&gt;Made my stomach churn&lt;br /&gt;wondering if you would turn&lt;br /&gt;around to see me and say hello.&lt;br /&gt;But I knew you wanted me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away I went in a rush,&lt;br /&gt;close enough for us to brush.&lt;br /&gt;You noticed, I know you did.&lt;br /&gt;I should have turned and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Is it you, is it really you?&lt;br /&gt;May I have a hug? Maybe two?&lt;br /&gt;Have you missed me as I have you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew better and walked away&lt;br /&gt;scurried thinking, "what would she say?"&lt;br /&gt;Walking off into the distance away from chance&lt;br /&gt;wondering, "what if I had asked to dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned back to test my luck,&lt;br /&gt;only to be left debunk.&lt;br /&gt;Had I only said hello at first,&lt;br /&gt;My heart may have avoided this curse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-3896491821632454382?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3896491821632454382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=3896491821632454382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>the touch of sandpaper&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of this&lt;br /&gt;rough, rocky, makes me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like Limbo&lt;br /&gt;suspended in mid air&lt;br /&gt;helpless and confused&lt;br /&gt;dumb and confound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your face, consistent like the moon;&lt;br /&gt;your sentiments are just as distant.&lt;br /&gt;You take me around in circles&lt;br /&gt;with no aim or direction at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday soon I hope to know&lt;br /&gt;what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;and how this is supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days have passed&lt;br /&gt;all sunshine no gloom&lt;br /&gt;and now i know your answer.&lt;br /&gt;no questions. no fools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-8023544844366021026?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AmSLAdA-uY/SJgPU800kSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nBob_z1uAyA/S220/me+(142).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-1234184259918291705</id><published>2008-05-20T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:16:45.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once More</title><content type='html'>I really wish you would talk to me again;&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand and walk with me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish you were here for me again;&lt;br /&gt;talk me through the cuckoo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish you were here again;&lt;br /&gt;hold me tight and tell me it's alright again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish you were by my side again;&lt;br /&gt;a laughing band, hand in hand again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish you would hug me again;&lt;br /&gt;really tight with all your might again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish you hadn't left again;&lt;br /&gt;never to talk, on my own to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I hadn't fumbled again;&lt;br /&gt;lost your trust, lost in lust again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish you would accept my apology again;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a daze, I have changed my ways again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have said that again and again;&lt;br /&gt;one thing has not changed  again and again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though not as lovers but as a friend,&lt;br /&gt;I love you, not again, but always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-1234184259918291705?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1234184259918291705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>The Pink Tulip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have no idea how much I miss&lt;br /&gt;the look in your eyes, the touch of your kiss;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the embrace of your hand, the warmth of your breath.&lt;br /&gt;All these memories, for you, faced their death,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet within me, they live,&lt;br /&gt;and every night, tears are what they give,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a bitter gift to my eye&lt;br /&gt;a reminder of the love you claimed was no lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night through a blur, I gaze towards the stars,&lt;br /&gt;As if to look at you from behind bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bars of this prison you've put me in&lt;br /&gt;my emotions are dying slowly, wearing thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you would set me free.&lt;br /&gt;Just call and say one word, that's the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to opening the cell door and letting me go.&lt;br /&gt;Letting me be your friend, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set me free and quit the censorship&lt;br /&gt;allow me to give another a pink tulip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-3335891852334566646?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3335891852334566646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=3335891852334566646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/3335891852334566646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/3335891852334566646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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have eyed.&lt;br /&gt;I almost feel as if I've died.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for the morning tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-4244574931476580006?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4244574931476580006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=4244574931476580006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/4244574931476580006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/4244574931476580006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2007/07/dawn.html' title='Dawn'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-2032264363796770541</id><published>2007-07-05T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:18:55.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep on trying with you,&lt;br /&gt;but I just can't seem to get through,&lt;br /&gt;and up and over this wall&lt;br /&gt;that you've erected so tall&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to that girl i knew?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me in the cold?&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve this at all.&lt;br /&gt;My friend, my love, why did you stop speaking to me?&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea what wrong I've done to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-2032264363796770541?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2032264363796770541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=2032264363796770541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/2032264363796770541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/2032264363796770541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-last-time.html' title='One Last Time'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-7773422321136725586</id><published>2007-07-05T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:14:03.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusive Allusions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I had the cowardly courage&lt;br /&gt;I'd end it all today,&lt;br /&gt;the profundity of blood excretion,&lt;br /&gt;imagine the falls of Niagara, in a sangria shade.&lt;br /&gt;She'll "always love me," she said.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose lies fall a dime a dozen.&lt;br /&gt;My spirits need not to be risen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm simply the grass to trample on.&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse, the weeds have surfaced;&lt;br /&gt;although, I suppose I should be grateful&lt;br /&gt;that I shall exit the world - but why like so?&lt;br /&gt;He does not know.&lt;br /&gt;He does not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-7773422321136725586?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7773422321136725586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=7773422321136725586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7773422321136725586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7773422321136725586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2007/07/illusive-allusions.html' title='Illusive Allusions'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-7329407984851600448</id><published>2007-06-15T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:26:38.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confined Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;Religion, faith, belief&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;Call it what you may&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;I think it’s all deceit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;Mohammad, Jesus and Moses&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;These three, tend to be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;The most famous doses&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;An opiate of the masses&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;So contagious that it spreads&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;through the air like gasses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;Like a parasite&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;their idealism infects&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;yet it's lack of insight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;the extremist lacks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;Thus, I suggest to you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;To Meet a Muslim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;To speak to a Jew&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;Or to pick a faith at random&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;Which, in some way, may educate you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-7329407984851600448?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7329407984851600448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=7329407984851600448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7329407984851600448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7329407984851600448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2007/06/confined-soul.html' title='Confined Soul'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-3829243842538656234</id><published>2007-01-01T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:44:29.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The old year came.&lt;br /&gt;The old year is gone.&lt;br /&gt;A new year has come.&lt;br /&gt;A new year has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock moves toward &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;midnight,&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the children are everywhere in sight,&lt;br /&gt;drinking and mingling,&lt;br /&gt;feeling good, tingling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls with the boys&lt;br /&gt;and the boys with the girls&lt;br /&gt;no one knows who's with who&lt;br /&gt;no one knows what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock strikes 1 'till,&lt;br /&gt;everyone prepares for the thrill.&lt;br /&gt;Who to love, who to kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be in a state of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year is here and everyone screams.&lt;br /&gt;New hopes, new friends, and new dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones from the past,&lt;br /&gt;are far away cast;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for they shall not interfere&lt;br /&gt;with my happiness, my life, i have no fear.&lt;br /&gt;She wants me gone and gone i shall be&lt;br /&gt;for it is a new year, and it is a new me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-3829243842538656234?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-7880859705013848172</id><published>2006-12-29T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:43:31.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave</title><content type='html'>Every time I think of her&lt;br /&gt;my inside twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;Then, a tear forms.&lt;br /&gt;As it snow balls down my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;it collects all the memories we once had.&lt;br /&gt;The tear falls, it breaks.&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks. I had to put&lt;br /&gt;the pieces together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pieces quiver as I tremble.&lt;br /&gt;I tremble because of the immense pain.&lt;br /&gt;The door has closed,&lt;br /&gt;I now must find one of the two&lt;br /&gt;other doors that opened.&lt;br /&gt;It is a new journey.&lt;br /&gt;It is a long journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine summer. Imagine&lt;br /&gt;the best summer of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine that summer turning&lt;br /&gt;into the worst winter ever.&lt;br /&gt;My heart once basked in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is covered in a black snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-7880859705013848172?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7880859705013848172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=7880859705013848172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7880859705013848172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7880859705013848172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/leave.html' title='Leave'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-527891390389606879</id><published>2006-12-29T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:01:49.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My hopes and dreams fall&lt;br /&gt;the future we'll never have&lt;br /&gt;A heart you broke into halves&lt;br /&gt;You are the worst friend I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;One person has never made me so sad.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget those days we had&lt;br /&gt;The first time we held the other's hand.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of pins falling hard,&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of a strike to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Our first kiss, a heated moment,&lt;br /&gt;Now the memory is one of torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-527891390389606879?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/527891390389606879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=527891390389606879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/527891390389606879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/527891390389606879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/over-wall.html' title='Over the Wall'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-1606339803373294361</id><published>2006-12-29T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:43:31.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WYD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do...&lt;br /&gt;If I were to lay there next to you.&lt;br /&gt;To lay  side by side and hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;swimming in a sea of red daisies, unplanned.&lt;br /&gt;O! how i hope you'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, I wish I could see it.&lt;br /&gt;For all the pleasures of the world&lt;br /&gt;Cannot proivide me with the love you once twirled&lt;br /&gt;for me inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning, at the start.&lt;br /&gt;My unconditional love for you has not expired.&lt;br /&gt;It is you who grows tired.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for my past behavior&lt;br /&gt;'Tis not every day one meets his savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-1606339803373294361?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1606339803373294361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=1606339803373294361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/1606339803373294361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/1606339803373294361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/wyd.html' title='WYD'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-8289633847557249398</id><published>2006-12-29T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T05:11:23.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill Fate</title><content type='html'>I cannot forget what you've done&lt;br /&gt;I cannot forgive you for the pain you cause me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you remember the times we had?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember? Do you remember the rush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kissed my heart and touched my soul&lt;br /&gt;The love you showed was so genuine and pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems as if you never meant a thing you said or did&lt;br /&gt;You promised you would never leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised you wouldn't change&lt;br /&gt;You lied, lied again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of your lies. I'm sick of losing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of me, I'm sick of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-8289633847557249398?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8289633847557249398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=8289633847557249398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/8289633847557249398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/8289633847557249398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/ill-fate.html' title='Ill Fate'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-8737274681675635953</id><published>2006-12-29T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T05:08:54.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aleodore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She has gone to another&lt;br /&gt;She has found a new lover&lt;br /&gt;I need her back&lt;br /&gt;my heart is under attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my savior, as you once were&lt;br /&gt;you saved my life once from a terrible turn.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so,&lt;br /&gt;my love is true, my love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby come to me, be my cure.&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle, can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;I need a resurrection of those lovely memories.&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye is impossible, or so it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to do little a, I need you&lt;br /&gt;My endless tears can't capitulate&lt;br /&gt;my love for you, my despair, and my hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-8737274681675635953?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8737274681675635953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=8737274681675635953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/8737274681675635953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/8737274681675635953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/aleodore.html' title='Aleodore'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-502044306581189814</id><published>2006-12-29T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:01:01.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onyx</title><content type='html'>The day has come&lt;br /&gt;to ask the former one&lt;br /&gt;to spend a rare commodity,&lt;br /&gt;her time. O! the extent of my idiocy.&lt;br /&gt;She isn't allowed she retorts,&lt;br /&gt;She is busy, she replies.&lt;br /&gt;She does not hear my heart cry.&lt;br /&gt;Her excuses are pitiful&lt;br /&gt;Their opacity is bold.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I care&lt;br /&gt;When she is too scared to bare&lt;br /&gt;the thought of me, to care.&lt;br /&gt;Her show of love to me is rare.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is bare&lt;br /&gt;Far away in another's hand&lt;br /&gt;a rose whithers into onyx sand&lt;br /&gt;from the soot sprouts a new stem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-502044306581189814?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/502044306581189814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=502044306581189814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/502044306581189814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/502044306581189814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/onyx.html' title='Onyx'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-3997071779032724402</id><published>2006-12-29T01:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:19:48.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't give up my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Life has no reason to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You are the only hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That allows me to cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't give in to it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll be there through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh how I love you so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Please never leave, please don't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll always be here my darling friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll always have my love to lend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You are too gracious my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Your spirit is that of a beautiful dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hush my dear, do not shed a tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Soon all will be well, do not fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-3997071779032724402?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3997071779032724402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=3997071779032724402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/3997071779032724402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/3997071779032724402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-6444258395193283815</id><published>2006-12-29T01:42:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:42:52.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chaos and confusion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Embody my thoughts&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dents, cracks, and shreds&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Make up my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A fear of loneliness haunts&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The fear of failure taunts&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tears streaming alongside the blood&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A razor alongside a small puddle&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of murky red water is still&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need a major pain kill&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why can't life come to a standstill?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Petals falling into peril&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The soil is hard and barren.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Winter falls and does not leave&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope is buried by a white seed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where can the darkest day be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-6444258395193283815?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6444258395193283815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=6444258395193283815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/6444258395193283815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/6444258395193283815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-7894116147546044642</id><published>2006-12-29T01:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:42:26.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Pieces</title><content type='html'>Feeling Empty&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Broken&lt;br /&gt;Heart is shredded, ground, torn.&lt;br /&gt;The one I want to care&lt;br /&gt;Could care less&lt;br /&gt;She pays no attention&lt;br /&gt;Except to him.&lt;br /&gt;He's her new love and&lt;br /&gt;I am her compost from her miserable past&lt;br /&gt;I gave her my heart&lt;br /&gt;She dropped it and broke my soul&lt;br /&gt;She kisses him with the same&lt;br /&gt;Or more passion&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;That was for us to savor&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a love&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a heart&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the girl that was my world&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the one that completes me&lt;br /&gt;I've lost, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-7894116147546044642?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7894116147546044642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=7894116147546044642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7894116147546044642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7894116147546044642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-pieces.html' title='In Pieces'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-3531190724775896520</id><published>2006-12-29T01:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:41:19.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Love #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As summer comes to an end,&lt;br /&gt;the hopeless clouds loom once again.&lt;br /&gt;Love is lost and love is found,&lt;br /&gt;yet I am loveless, hopeless, and confound.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a sea of endless thought,&lt;br /&gt;will I ever find what I sought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-3531190724775896520?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3531190724775896520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=3531190724775896520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/3531190724775896520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/3531190724775896520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/summer-love-2.html' title='Summer Love #2'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-8494585003535461697</id><published>2006-12-29T01:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:40:35.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My world is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where to start;&lt;br /&gt;is losing my best friends just a phase?&lt;br /&gt;So many questions I could raise.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is in a constant daze.&lt;br /&gt;My body is in a constant laze.&lt;br /&gt;I wallow in my pathetic fate&lt;br /&gt;I could never be first, second or even third rate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-8494585003535461697?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8494585003535461697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=8494585003535461697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/8494585003535461697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/8494585003535461697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-476312759048101620</id><published>2006-12-29T01:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:39:18.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summers come and summers go,&lt;br /&gt;her love withers like a summer rose&lt;br /&gt;you try to love, you try to care,&lt;br /&gt;respond with love? She does not dare.&lt;br /&gt;Old nightmares come to haunt&lt;br /&gt;though for her they're reasons to jaunt.&lt;br /&gt;Jealous memories surge and rage,&lt;br /&gt;though for her they're memories which assuage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-476312759048101620?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/476312759048101620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=476312759048101620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/476312759048101620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/476312759048101620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/summer-love.html' title='Summer Love'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-5894768309109721244</id><published>2006-12-29T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:32:52.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumor</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do or say,&lt;br /&gt;They all think I am that way,&lt;br /&gt;I've done nothing to prove them right,&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought of doing that to anyone in sight.&lt;br /&gt;How can they accuse me,&lt;br /&gt;when the truth and reality is out there, roaming free?&lt;br /&gt;There is more to worry about out there in reality&lt;br /&gt;than this accusation, this fallacy&lt;br /&gt;So for you my advice is in one dimension:&lt;br /&gt;Be my friend, get to know me. Allow me this one Concession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-5894768309109721244?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5894768309109721244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=5894768309109721244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/5894768309109721244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/5894768309109721244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/rumor.html' title='Rumor'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-5169101714539161732</id><published>2006-12-29T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:37:15.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Frontier</title><content type='html'>With one Tear&lt;br /&gt;I relieve my fear&lt;br /&gt;for, this girl my dear,&lt;br /&gt;puts my heart into "happy gear."&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it's queer&lt;br /&gt;to your ear&lt;br /&gt;but please monsieur&lt;br /&gt;do not interfere&lt;br /&gt;with the work of a pioneer&lt;br /&gt;on the love frontier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-5169101714539161732?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5169101714539161732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=5169101714539161732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/5169101714539161732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/5169101714539161732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-frontier.html' title='Love Frontier'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-7315893683464893113</id><published>2006-12-29T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:06:17.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>You give her your best&lt;br /&gt;She always leaves you with what's left&lt;br /&gt;Never giving it her all&lt;br /&gt;Always leaving him with no choice but to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the dark night he canters&lt;br /&gt;through the dense fog he saunters&lt;br /&gt;always afraid of taking wrong turns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once again gives her all he can&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't seem to give a damn&lt;br /&gt;He tries for so long and so hard&lt;br /&gt;He needs to face the fact that he's playing with the wrong card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-7315893683464893113?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7315893683464893113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=7315893683464893113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7315893683464893113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/7315893683464893113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-5097536209820431029</id><published>2006-12-29T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:18:57.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:7;"  &gt;starry skies are no more,&lt;br /&gt;the black sea up high is such a bore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminiscent of an age no more than 10 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;when the shining stars were a flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from mars to Jupiter I could gaze,&lt;br /&gt;those were the heavens receiving my praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is this God over which there is so much dispute?&lt;br /&gt;It lies in the universe, I repute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much mystery in this dark ocean above,&lt;br /&gt;so calm and so placid, like a dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look to it for answers expected,&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed with questions confounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to have our starry skies run?&lt;br /&gt;These polluted nights are no longer fun.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-5097536209820431029?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5097536209820431029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6818249498832278571&amp;postID=5097536209820431029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/5097536209820431029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818249498832278571/posts/default/5097536209820431029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/2006/12/starry-nights.html' title='Starry Nights'/><author><name>Omeed</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRjqUPGtaik/R2j8muJJX7I/AAAAAAAABdM/qPycBeR-EVs/S220/iran+flag+(Large).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818249498832278571.post-3526824989224738854</id><published>2006-12-29T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:42:52.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a flower, you the sun&lt;br /&gt;Every Day you leave me, I feel as if I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;Left in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Left in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I await your morning spark.&lt;br /&gt;Your hope shines, so far, so bright&lt;br /&gt;It's you I need, your dumbfounding light.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I felt your touch&lt;br /&gt;It sent through me an astonishing rush.&lt;br /&gt;My senses heightened, yet they were numb,&lt;br /&gt;I found myself motionless, rooted, dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Yet again you leave me, lonely and unattended,&lt;br /&gt;The night is so long, and I am to be ended.&lt;br /&gt;Sun, you have left me, as you always do,&lt;br /&gt;I bid you farewell my love, adieu, adieu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818249498832278571-3526824989224738854?l=omeedspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeedspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3526824989224738854/comments/default' title='Post 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