<?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-3659771079057553423</id><updated>2011-12-19T23:42:46.500-05:00</updated><category term='geico'/><category term='daniel sanchez'/><category term='combat'/><category term='poem'/><category term='news'/><category term='black'/><category term='boadicea'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='village'/><category term='magic'/><category term='mirror'/><category term='republican'/><category term='whore'/><category term='snake'/><category term='assurant life insurance'/><category term='gop'/><category term='crack'/><category term='cops'/><category term='hunger'/><category term='charles beall'/><category 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term='tennessee'/><category term='hate'/><category term='oil spill'/><category term='blankets'/><category term='poison'/><category term='pond'/><category term='movie'/><category term='cocaine'/><category term='fishes'/><category term='sarah palin'/><category term='celtic dawn'/><category term='smiles'/><category term='wall street occupation'/><category term='flood'/><category term='bp'/><category term='nashville'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='assault'/><category term='america'/><category term='nancy grace'/><category term='tribe'/><category term='racist'/><category term='turtles'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Poems for the Galactic Tour</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of poems by Silas Scarborough&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;Copyright © 2010-2011 Silas Scarborough&lt;br&gt;All Rights Reserved&lt;/small&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-7133740395580319283</id><published>2011-12-19T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:42:46.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>"A Unicorn's Wings - The Anniversary Song"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uv1Tgfu3-eA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Then comes the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;as does each year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;sometimes in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;sometimes in fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The sun will rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;comes life and sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;the song once lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;has now been found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;So many days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;So many years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;on unicorns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;who fly in tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;but then they came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;in morning sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;to fly again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;their fears undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;In hope and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;they leap and soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;their wings enfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;our lives once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;In hope and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;they leap and soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;their wings enfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;our lives once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7133740395580319283?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7133740395580319283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/12/unicorns-wings-anniversary-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7133740395580319283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7133740395580319283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/12/unicorns-wings-anniversary-song.html' title='&quot;A Unicorn&apos;s Wings - The Anniversary Song&quot;'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uv1Tgfu3-eA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-8863816743336136435</id><published>2011-12-08T07:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T07:23:52.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lady</title><content type='html'>Lady in white calls my name&lt;br /&gt;Singing that song just the same&lt;br /&gt;Is this your life or a game&lt;br /&gt;Goin' down&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're reaching for stars and for dreams&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is just what it seems&lt;br /&gt;Bathed in love you float down the stream&lt;br /&gt;Goin' down&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a story to tell&lt;br /&gt;Live my life and you're going to Hell&lt;br /&gt;It's your choice, I've got nothing to sell&lt;br /&gt;Goin' down&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-8863816743336136435?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8863816743336136435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/12/lady.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/8863816743336136435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/8863816743336136435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/12/lady.html' title='The Lady'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-2946849415718205154</id><published>2011-11-15T07:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T09:17:16.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of Cynthia</title><content type='html'>Cynthia,&lt;br /&gt;you're back home now.&lt;br /&gt;You'll do as I command.&lt;br /&gt;Recognize your family&lt;br /&gt;as you'll not leave here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring shame&lt;br /&gt;to your father&lt;br /&gt;you'll stay in this cold room.&lt;br /&gt;The tribal call,&lt;br /&gt;to keen at night,&lt;br /&gt;just foretells your doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were proud&lt;br /&gt;with that lost tribe&lt;br /&gt;You rose to come a queen.&lt;br /&gt;But here now,&lt;br /&gt;in the civil world,&lt;br /&gt;you're not fit to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil's spawn&lt;br /&gt;you've carried back&lt;br /&gt;is never going to live.&lt;br /&gt;For a half-breed,&lt;br /&gt;mongrel child,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing here to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia,&lt;br /&gt;you're back home now.&lt;br /&gt;You'll do as I command.&lt;br /&gt;You're a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;to every white man,&lt;br /&gt;but you'll live here ... if you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-2946849415718205154?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2946849415718205154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/11/rape-of-cynthia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2946849415718205154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2946849415718205154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/11/rape-of-cynthia.html' title='The Death of Cynthia'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-8815113876668745938</id><published>2011-09-28T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:15:37.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assault'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nypd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wall street occupation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthony bologna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>The Manliest Cop in New York City (Anthony Bologna)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Wall Street Occupation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of Tony Baloney macing the women. &amp;nbsp;Note how he reaches from behind other cops to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZ05rWx1pig?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZ05rWx1pig?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For validation that Anthony Bologna is the one, please see &lt;a href="https://www.commondreams.org/further/2011/09/26-1"&gt;Identified: NYPD Officer Who Maced Peaceful Protesters&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;There are multiple other examples for further confirmation that this asshole is the one who did it. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't need to be just fired, he should be charged with assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Manliest Cop in New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Tony Baloney,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; He's King of the Pigs,&lt;br /&gt;He sprays mace on women&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; and doesn't give a fig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coward motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; with a bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;His only use to a gangster&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; is to empty the spittoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Baloney,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; a man of the State.&lt;br /&gt;He's the kind of bastard&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; who gives you reason to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a coward with a gun,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; the lowest kind of gollum,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; who thrives on muck and sewage&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; as it makes him feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's afraid of real women&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; as they best him every time.&lt;br /&gt;Tony Baloney,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; you ain't worth a fuckin' dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A disgrace to every cop,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; a man who beats on women.&lt;br /&gt;That bitch needs a tail,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; he damn sure can't run with men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-8815113876668745938?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8815113876668745938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/09/manliest-cop-in-new-york-city-anthony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/8815113876668745938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/8815113876668745938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/09/manliest-cop-in-new-york-city-anthony.html' title='The Manliest Cop in New York City (Anthony Bologna)'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-616864013347692613</id><published>2011-06-04T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T10:58:36.240-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>All the Cowboys Love Hazel</title><content type='html'>All the cowboys love Hazel,&lt;br /&gt;They look into her eyes and want to take her home.&lt;br /&gt;But Hazel doesn't ride with the big dogs.&lt;br /&gt;When she takes the trail, she always rides alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she's got the moon and a campfire&lt;br /&gt;That's all she really needs when she wants to feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;She listens to the frogs in the night-time&lt;br /&gt;As they sing a song of peace, sweet as she has ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hazel loves all those cowboys&lt;br /&gt;But she knows that cowboys always got to roam.&lt;br /&gt;Hazel knows the trail just like they do&lt;br /&gt;and she loves it like her very own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll ride until the light fades into darkness&lt;br /&gt;and the Lord takes her hand and takes her home.&lt;br /&gt;All the cowboys love Hazel,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, all the cowboys love Hazel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-616864013347692613?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/616864013347692613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-cowboys-love-hazel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Can You Feel the Wonder (poem)</title><content type='html'>Can you feel the wonder&lt;br /&gt;It's really just outside&lt;br /&gt;Hitch your life to a sunbeam&lt;br /&gt;and take it for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's out there in the fields,&lt;br /&gt;the peace you're trying to find.&lt;br /&gt;Staying in the city&lt;br /&gt;just makes you deaf and blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the land of the Cherokee,&lt;br /&gt;such a noble Indian tribe.&lt;br /&gt;The peace that they once found here&lt;br /&gt;is still very much alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7892746245825776421?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7892746245825776421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-you-feel-wonder-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7892746245825776421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7892746245825776421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-you-feel-wonder-poem.html' title='Can You Feel the Wonder (poem)'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-1224020758256676222</id><published>2011-05-28T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T12:14:26.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Don't Take the Train</title><content type='html'>When you take the train from Beantown to The City&lt;br /&gt;you'll see two people on each side of every row.&lt;br /&gt;Every single quiet drone has got his laptop&lt;br /&gt;and they're lost in silly dreams that no-one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time a few might fly out to the Islands&lt;br /&gt;They'll see those happy people laughing on the beach&lt;br /&gt;But they'll go there with their laptops and their cellphones&lt;br /&gt;and the joy will be always out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you are is where you aren't,&lt;br /&gt;where you'll be is always gone,&lt;br /&gt;and there's no chance your little toys&lt;br /&gt;will take you to your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here above or down below&lt;br /&gt;is always just the same&lt;br /&gt;but one without the other&lt;br /&gt;is a hopeless, shallow game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up to the eyes of a stranger in your life&lt;br /&gt;and you'll find the simple thing you've always known.&lt;br /&gt;If you could just lift your eyes to the beauty&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it's everywhere you'll ever choose to roam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-1224020758256676222?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1224020758256676222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-take-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/1224020758256676222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/1224020758256676222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-take-train.html' title='Don&apos;t Take the Train'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-1012614016057472235</id><published>2011-05-27T07:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T13:38:05.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>Ain't got no t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;Got no cupcakes,&lt;br /&gt;Got no candy for the kids&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the music&lt;br /&gt;And not the lowest bids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got no CeeDees,&lt;br /&gt;Got no TeeVees,&lt;br /&gt;Got no water balloons,&lt;br /&gt;You just bring your magic&lt;br /&gt;And I'll play some brand new tunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-1012614016057472235?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-7257171918953273863</id><published>2011-05-27T07:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T13:38:44.694-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>The Fairy</title><content type='html'>Step into the light&lt;br /&gt;Said the Fairy as she beckoned&lt;br /&gt;There's truth beyond the city,&lt;br /&gt;Much more than you've reckoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the gentle peace&lt;br /&gt;It's been there all the time.&lt;br /&gt;You just bring the story&lt;br /&gt;And I will make it rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's love untold&lt;br /&gt;In morning mist,&lt;br /&gt;In bird's sweet song,&lt;br /&gt;In an angel's kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step into the light she said&lt;br /&gt;It's not so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Sing it in your love's own song&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stand back to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7257171918953273863?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7257171918953273863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/05/fairy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7257171918953273863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7257171918953273863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/05/fairy.html' title='The Fairy'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-7983528002850066568</id><published>2011-05-10T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T16:37:52.355-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Live to Ride</title><content type='html'>I ain't got no kind of money&lt;br /&gt;and reefer's running thin&lt;br /&gt;I reach for my wallet&lt;br /&gt;and get nothing but skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bitch on the road&lt;br /&gt;but you still won't hear me cryin'.&lt;br /&gt;as back in the world&lt;br /&gt;there was nothin' left but dyin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some want to get on home&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want that at all&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I need&lt;br /&gt;is to get out and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try to settle down&lt;br /&gt;you'll start losing your leaves&lt;br /&gt;and stuff that ain't nailed&amp;nbsp;down&lt;br /&gt;will be taken by thieves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get moving in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to decide.&lt;br /&gt;You've always known this thing&lt;br /&gt;that you always lived to ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7983528002850066568?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7983528002850066568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/05/live-to-ride.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7983528002850066568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7983528002850066568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/05/live-to-ride.html' title='Live to Ride'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-699028533797089761</id><published>2011-03-21T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:25:15.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monkey</title><content type='html'>I gave the man a monkey,&lt;br /&gt;just a cheap-ass child's toy.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled when he got it,&lt;br /&gt;just like a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved that evil monkey&lt;br /&gt;and he threw it at the aides.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't know what they were doing,&lt;br /&gt;they're all paid the lowest wage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't fear the dying&lt;br /&gt;He just didn't want the tears&lt;br /&gt;It's hard enough in going&lt;br /&gt;without someone else's fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother told him stories&lt;br /&gt;as he considered his sad lot.&lt;br /&gt;She helped him find the courage&lt;br /&gt;to let his sad heart stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held that stupid monkey&lt;br /&gt;and it was all that I could do.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could tell him,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sorry that it's you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-699028533797089761?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/699028533797089761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/monkey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/699028533797089761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/699028533797089761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/monkey.html' title='The Monkey'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-3825713799269739207</id><published>2011-03-11T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:45:48.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Leibowitz Revisited</title><content type='html'>Sparrows can kill a hawk&lt;br /&gt;if dares to fly too low.&lt;br /&gt;A fish will stop growing&lt;br /&gt;if it's got no place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minstrel watched the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;and drank the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;He knew it's better to play solo&lt;br /&gt;than to engage a pointless fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leibowitz they called him&lt;br /&gt;They wrote a canticle in his name.&lt;br /&gt;But they didn't learn a thing&lt;br /&gt;and it all came out the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all respect to Walter Miller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-3825713799269739207?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3825713799269739207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/leibowitz-revisited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/3825713799269739207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/3825713799269739207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/leibowitz-revisited.html' title='Leibowitz Revisited'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-2037624450839825741</id><published>2011-03-08T08:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T08:46:20.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Adrift" by Troy Thomas on a "Going Downstream" Theme</title><content type='html'>When I was a boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I set my boat adrift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a river not knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where it would ever go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I find I'm like the boat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drifting down Life's river,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just going with the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copyright © 2011 - Troy Thomas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Phrasing slightly modified for pacing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second part of "&lt;a href="http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-downstream.html"&gt;Going Downstream&lt;/a&gt;," a song that is still evolving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-2037624450839825741?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2037624450839825741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-7641834512834645805</id><published>2011-03-04T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:56:58.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Corner</title><content type='html'>You want to write like Ginsberg&lt;br /&gt;and you're white but you're not gay&lt;br /&gt;How hard is it to understand&lt;br /&gt;you've got nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howling into darkness&lt;br /&gt;looks so cool when it's on TV&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't all that sexy&lt;br /&gt;when you're down here on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's romance on the corner,&lt;br /&gt;pimps and hookers work their trade&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing that I'm seeing.&lt;br /&gt;And I look there every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on the endless shouting&lt;br /&gt;flaming pitchforks and sagging jowls&lt;br /&gt;these dandies are so delightful&lt;br /&gt;when they pretend their whimpers howl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7641834512834645805?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7641834512834645805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7641834512834645805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7641834512834645805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-corner.html' title='On the Corner'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-5345287526114823742</id><published>2011-03-04T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T07:45:15.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Behold</title><content type='html'>Is it my job to raise them&lt;br /&gt;when they will not raise themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Is it my task to show the glory&lt;br /&gt;of a world they send to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have they not heard a baby laughing&lt;br /&gt;or seen children splashing in a pond.&lt;br /&gt;Do they not watch the children playing&lt;br /&gt;or looked anywhere beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held his baby high above him&lt;br /&gt;and said, baby, listen well.&lt;br /&gt;Behold one thing in all creation&lt;br /&gt;that's greater than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what you see there,&lt;br /&gt;the stars shine in different ways,&lt;br /&gt;but, baby, don't stop looking&lt;br /&gt;ignore the bleak malaise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars never called for killing,&lt;br /&gt;never asked for any kind of fight.&lt;br /&gt;So many see the war within them&lt;br /&gt;but it's just the dark of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look far into the cosmos,&lt;br /&gt;look well beyond the stars.&lt;br /&gt;This is where you'll find the things&lt;br /&gt;that make you what you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-5345287526114823742?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5345287526114823742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/behold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5345287526114823742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5345287526114823742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/behold.html' title='Behold'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-2934567974315212189</id><published>2011-03-04T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T07:20:28.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Slowly</title><content type='html'>I just want a place,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere that they have peace.&lt;br /&gt;Someplace that I can play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for your religion,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what's in your bread.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of all the shouting&lt;br /&gt;and would like some peace instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever spoke of goodness&lt;br /&gt;or of any hope for peace&lt;br /&gt;there'd be some reason to continue&lt;br /&gt;but there's nothing I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raven eyes come leering fast&lt;br /&gt;beaks cold yet dripping blood.&lt;br /&gt;The rain just won't stop falling&lt;br /&gt;and I die slowly in the mud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-2934567974315212189?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2934567974315212189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/slowly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2934567974315212189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2934567974315212189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/slowly.html' title='Slowly'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-1640429405114011300</id><published>2011-03-03T06:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T06:11:51.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Losing My Religion</title><content type='html'>Drying out in a motel room,&lt;br /&gt;it's how it always goes.&lt;br /&gt;The colors are all fading.&lt;br /&gt;What comes Heaven only knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;as there is no crime to tell.&lt;br /&gt;It's just another song&lt;br /&gt;that some hustler wants to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd trade it all for freedom&lt;br /&gt;but freedom never comes.&lt;br /&gt;They start talking of the peace time&lt;br /&gt;then start reaching for their guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child came up to me&lt;br /&gt;and asked me what of peace.&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm old, not old enough,&lt;br /&gt;the wars have never ceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's incumbent on the children&lt;br /&gt;not to do as we have done.&lt;br /&gt;The commandments are quite simple.&lt;br /&gt;Never hurt any one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-1640429405114011300?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1640429405114011300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/losing-my-religion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/1640429405114011300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/1640429405114011300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/03/losing-my-religion.html' title='Losing My Religion'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-4359848557343032256</id><published>2011-02-22T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T07:31:22.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>As I write about my life&lt;br /&gt;she pretends to be asleep&lt;br /&gt;It's another thing she gives me&lt;br /&gt;She knows it's what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drive for miles in silence&lt;br /&gt;but peace is what we heard&lt;br /&gt;Any words we say mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;they only cage a free-flying bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time you talk in wonder&lt;br /&gt;of how things came to be&lt;br /&gt;but still it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;it's such a glory being free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know your love in driving&lt;br /&gt;as there's nowhere you can hide.&lt;br /&gt;The miles become a journey&lt;br /&gt;kick back and enjoy the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-4359848557343032256?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4359848557343032256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/02/journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4359848557343032256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4359848557343032256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/02/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-4606262364303402786</id><published>2011-02-09T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T08:52:53.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"And Then You Wake"</title><content type='html'>And then you wake&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and find she's here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sleep, you wake,&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same.&lt;br /&gt;She's with you in her gentle way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming in a dream&lt;br /&gt;flying like a circus in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Flying through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Flying through the colors in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you wake&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and find she's here to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is yours&lt;br /&gt;for you to hold&lt;br /&gt;It's what I give this quiet day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming in a dream&lt;br /&gt;flying like a circus in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Flying through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;flying through the colors in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guitar break - Dream sequence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you wake&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and find she's here today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spreads her wings&lt;br /&gt;you join her flight&lt;br /&gt;She loves you in her special way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming in a dream&lt;br /&gt;flying like a circus in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Flying through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Flying through the colors in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Guitar break short and chords to end and fade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-4606262364303402786?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4606262364303402786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-then-you-wake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4606262364303402786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4606262364303402786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-then-you-wake.html' title='&quot;And Then You Wake&quot;'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-7446275477496085331</id><published>2011-02-01T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T06:30:57.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Ring</title><content type='html'>We stepped out for the evening&lt;br /&gt;and I noticed your old coat&lt;br /&gt;but you never said a thing,&lt;br /&gt;didn't think it worth a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud to be beside you&lt;br /&gt;and I wish I had done more&lt;br /&gt;to show the love inside me&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter what you wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that helps a little,&lt;br /&gt;the ring that only we two know,&lt;br /&gt;seems so small in looking back&lt;br /&gt;when I think of what you wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never asked for money,&lt;br /&gt;never asked for any thing.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is not for money,&lt;br /&gt;you only need to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wouldn't be a thought in me&lt;br /&gt;if you wore the finest clothes&lt;br /&gt;But you wore that tired old housecoat&lt;br /&gt;and that's how your love shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That love goes on forever,&lt;br /&gt;at least that's my fervent hope.&lt;br /&gt;That love goes on forever,&lt;br /&gt;at least that's my fervent hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7446275477496085331?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7446275477496085331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/02/ring.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7446275477496085331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7446275477496085331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/02/ring.html' title='The Ring'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-588743501635801114</id><published>2011-01-29T09:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T09:04:06.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluebirds and Sunbeams on CNN</title><content type='html'>I'm so worried about Egypt&lt;br /&gt;but I can't find it on a map.&lt;br /&gt;My mistake was watching CNN&lt;br /&gt;as they live for sordid crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like a car crash&lt;br /&gt;or, better yet, an aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;And, oh please, send us your pictures&lt;br /&gt;We love those bloody photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a cause to care about&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel like I'm not dead&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what it does&lt;br /&gt;I'll send ten bucks ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; then go on back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-588743501635801114?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/588743501635801114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/bluebirds-and-sunbeams-on-cnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/588743501635801114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/588743501635801114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/bluebirds-and-sunbeams-on-cnn.html' title='Bluebirds and Sunbeams on CNN'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-747089001587276716</id><published>2011-01-27T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:06:58.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Going Downstream</title><content type='html'>The boy went to the water&lt;br /&gt;on a soft Spring day in May&lt;br /&gt;as little boys have done&lt;br /&gt;as long as men could say,&lt;br /&gt;"Is there something in the distance?"&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot really see."&lt;br /&gt;but the boy will simply smile&lt;br /&gt;and set his toy boat free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As little boys find creeks to play&lt;br /&gt;So little girls will sing&lt;br /&gt;as they explore the hidden places&lt;br /&gt;where magic flies on wings.&lt;br /&gt;They can find the faerie gardens&lt;br /&gt;as only young girls can.&lt;br /&gt;They sing the songs of wonder&lt;br /&gt;where magic just began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boat of leaves and twigs&lt;br /&gt;floats quickly down the stream.&lt;br /&gt;And he stands to watch its journey&lt;br /&gt;as it turns into a dream.&lt;br /&gt;He wants to go downstream this day&lt;br /&gt;There's a world they just don't see.&lt;br /&gt;That was when he smiled&lt;br /&gt;and set his toy boat free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creek will keep on flowing,&lt;br /&gt;splashing rocks that look like pearls.&lt;br /&gt;Little boys will launch their boats&lt;br /&gt;and faeries find the little girls.&lt;br /&gt;They have no fear of magic&lt;br /&gt;They see the beauty that unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;It's still downstream and waiting&lt;br /&gt;Just ask little boys or girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-747089001587276716?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/747089001587276716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-downstream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/747089001587276716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/747089001587276716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-downstream.html' title='Going Downstream'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-4085281181813413713</id><published>2011-01-18T12:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:47:00.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Nayak</title><content type='html'>Posted in error. &amp;nbsp;Correction pending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-4085281181813413713?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4085281181813413713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/doctor-nayak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4085281181813413713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4085281181813413713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/doctor-nayak.html' title='Doctor Nayak'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-4720789041315404269</id><published>2011-01-11T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:01:23.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>Remember sleeping in that bunk bed?&lt;br /&gt;Remember what it was like&lt;br /&gt;when&amp;nbsp;we had nothing to eat?&lt;br /&gt;The sun still came up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and love's the only thing that set us free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes give first light in the dawning&lt;br /&gt;The first thing when life comes back to me,&lt;br /&gt;It's even more special in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;as love's the only thing that sets you free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through hunger, dark and torment we went riding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was you who chose to ride alone with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your eyes turn love into music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and love's the only thing I want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll dance in light and love between the spaces,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between the faces and the things&amp;nbsp;that steal your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll love in the dance in those places,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as love's the only thing that makes you whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember back when we had nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember when it seemed so very bleak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had everything everyone is seeking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as love's the only thing that sets you free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-4720789041315404269?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4720789041315404269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/remember.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4720789041315404269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4720789041315404269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-6610917742822735105</id><published>2010-11-09T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T14:21:28.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giraffe Song</title><content type='html'>You can't stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tick, tick, tick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a giraffe&lt;br /&gt;when a thunderstorm comes&lt;br /&gt;Under a giraffe&lt;br /&gt;when the thunderstorm comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tick, tick, tick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under a giraffe&lt;br /&gt;when the thunderstorm comes&lt;br /&gt;because he'll just run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll just run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-6610917742822735105?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6610917742822735105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/11/giraffe-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6610917742822735105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6610917742822735105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/11/giraffe-song.html' title='The Giraffe Song'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-4429551236439306491</id><published>2010-11-06T15:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T04:34:53.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Reaching for a Rainbow v3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;It's all a search for Perfection,&lt;br /&gt;you quest so long for noble Truth.&lt;br /&gt;Search the scintillating colors of an orchid&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music when it's coming back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the songbird's call in early morning,&lt;br /&gt;pitch-perfect in the love it always sends,&lt;br /&gt;its song so pure, inviolate,&lt;br /&gt;You hope this music never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sprays infinite in colors in the daylight&lt;br /&gt;It's been reaching for you all this time.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the song in its ever-changing colors&lt;br /&gt;See the rainbow and feel the music start to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Reaching for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Reaching for a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Reaching for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Sailing into starlight in the evening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;the dolphins now fly laughing by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;It's all your long-lost joys inside a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;You've cast off and joined the evening tide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Reaching for a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Reaching for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Reaching for a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Reaching for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-4429551236439306491?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4429551236439306491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/11/reaching-for-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4429551236439306491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4429551236439306491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/11/reaching-for-rainbow.html' title='Reaching for a Rainbow v3'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-3306867925468653159</id><published>2010-10-31T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:36:45.142-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Solitary</title><content type='html'>Smoking cigarettes and reefer,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;Locked me down in solitary,&lt;br /&gt;No windows, got no view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times freeze to granite faces&lt;br /&gt;gargoyles shriek their ancient call&lt;br /&gt;they revel in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;awaiting my last fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scaled, lurking monsters,&lt;br /&gt;winged demons, naked claws,&lt;br /&gt;their savage retribution&lt;br /&gt;promised from dripping maw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've waited all these eons&lt;br /&gt;we will have you for our own.&lt;br /&gt;There's a blood debt to the Master&lt;br /&gt;and you'll see him on his throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon they'll bring the hangman&lt;br /&gt;His eyes red and all aglow&lt;br /&gt;He'll take me to the scaffold&lt;br /&gt;and then they'll let me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-3306867925468653159?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3306867925468653159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/10/solitary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/3306867925468653159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/3306867925468653159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/10/solitary.html' title='Solitary'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-6227913663751163875</id><published>2010-10-25T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:23:05.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Take the Train</title><content type='html'>I went back to Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;and then they picked my bones&lt;br /&gt;I've got someplace to go&lt;br /&gt;but it damn sure ain't home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a train in the distance&lt;br /&gt;they're everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;It's calling all those sinners&lt;br /&gt;but they already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never see the train&lt;br /&gt;'til you catch the one you're ridin'&lt;br /&gt;But now you've got a ticket,&lt;br /&gt;You ain't livin' while you're dyin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to catch that night train&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to hear that sound&lt;br /&gt;But you hear it getting closer&lt;br /&gt;and know that you've been found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the train when it's calling&lt;br /&gt;Take the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the train when it's calling&lt;br /&gt;Take the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;My brother shares my name&lt;br /&gt;They cut us both together&lt;br /&gt;and we turned out just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to remember&lt;br /&gt;but the light is just ahead&lt;br /&gt;I see butterflies and zebras&lt;br /&gt;so I'll take the train instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the train when it's calling&lt;br /&gt;Take the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the train when it's calling&lt;br /&gt;Take the train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-6227913663751163875?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6227913663751163875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/10/take-train.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6227913663751163875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6227913663751163875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/10/take-train.html' title='Take the Train'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-898810152143612578</id><published>2010-10-08T20:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T09:30:35.923-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Musica Universalis (w/Video Reading)</title><content type='html'>When you're living in illusion&lt;br /&gt;and climbing through the mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke builds up around you,&lt;br /&gt;and the demons circle nearer.&lt;br /&gt;Multi-colored starlight&lt;br /&gt;bends twisting through the maze&lt;br /&gt;chasing sprites through endless channels&lt;br /&gt;as they set the world ablaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flames take all inside them;&lt;br /&gt;they're all that can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing that matters&lt;br /&gt;is what lies in-between.&lt;br /&gt;You only hear the roaring&lt;br /&gt;as the world is burned apart&lt;br /&gt;but in time will come the silence,&lt;br /&gt;listen then what's in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musica universalis,&lt;br /&gt;Enthrones the ancient King&lt;br /&gt;in a giant golden palace&lt;br /&gt;where all the planets sing.&lt;br /&gt;The starlight in the night time,&lt;br /&gt;the meteoric trails,&lt;br /&gt;they join to make the music&lt;br /&gt;and sing of noble tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harmonies, a spectrum,&lt;br /&gt;fly beyond the end of space.&lt;br /&gt;Lighting everything in glory&lt;br /&gt;then disappearing with no trace.&lt;br /&gt;What point to end in nothing&lt;br /&gt;when the colors swirl so bright&lt;br /&gt;but through the coming darkness&lt;br /&gt;they bring forever light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-898810152143612578?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/898810152143612578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/10/musica-universalis.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/898810152143612578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/898810152143612578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/10/musica-universalis.html' title='Musica Universalis (w/Video Reading)'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-4919395343793051012</id><published>2010-10-05T12:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:47:31.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Too Many Secrets</title><content type='html'>There are too many secrets&lt;br /&gt;when I only know your name.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever ride a horse,&lt;br /&gt;is this all just a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to watch the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;and listen to the birds,&lt;br /&gt;to hear the sound of nothing&lt;br /&gt;or anything you've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you sit in silence&lt;br /&gt;and hear the music all around&lt;br /&gt;Though others may be near you&lt;br /&gt;and cannot hear a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made the starlight&lt;br /&gt;as you waved your regal hand,&lt;br /&gt;and watched it fade to nothing,&lt;br /&gt;to glory then to sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished for freedom&lt;br /&gt;for the ones who live in chains&lt;br /&gt;The sad ones cannot see them&lt;br /&gt;but they're locked down just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fly in your spirit&lt;br /&gt;but you leave all else behind&lt;br /&gt;share the vision and the magic&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left to bind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only lose the secrets&lt;br /&gt;when you throw them to the wind&lt;br /&gt;Holding them inside you&lt;br /&gt;just lets others say you've sinned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-4919395343793051012?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4919395343793051012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-many-secrets.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4919395343793051012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4919395343793051012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-many-secrets.html' title='Too Many Secrets'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-6473464030332669933</id><published>2010-09-27T07:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:45:29.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtles'/><title type='text'>Laughing Turtles</title><content type='html'>Laughing giant turtles&lt;br /&gt;with diamonds on their shells&lt;br /&gt;they love to dance merengue&lt;br /&gt;and they do it very well.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in top hats and tuxedoes&lt;br /&gt;and the most gorgeous of gowns&lt;br /&gt;They won't spare an expense&lt;br /&gt;when the turtles go to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtles in top hats&lt;br /&gt;dance merengue through the night&lt;br /&gt;light sparkles from their baubles&lt;br /&gt;all blazing diamond bright.&lt;br /&gt;The moon shines so brightly&lt;br /&gt;that even birds begin to sing&lt;br /&gt;It always gets so festive&lt;br /&gt;when the turtles crown a King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing with turtles&lt;br /&gt;they can't see beyond their shells&lt;br /&gt;So long as they look pretty&lt;br /&gt;there's not much else to tell.&lt;br /&gt;But they love to dance merengue&lt;br /&gt;and they do it very well&lt;br /&gt;Those laughing giant turtles&lt;br /&gt;with the diamonds on their shells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-6473464030332669933?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6473464030332669933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/turtles-in-top-hats-dance-merengue.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6473464030332669933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6473464030332669933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/turtles-in-top-hats-dance-merengue.html' title='Laughing Turtles'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-9051456946912152818</id><published>2010-09-26T17:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:12:37.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck Stop Ho's</title><content type='html'>We're truck-stop ho's&lt;br /&gt;we really need the diesel&lt;br /&gt;we'll take on all the fatties&lt;br /&gt;and even teabag weasels.&lt;br /&gt;We'll talk dirty for you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;we've got so much to say&lt;br /&gt;and we've got that Auto-Tune&lt;br /&gt;to be a chick for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get out to your rig&lt;br /&gt;and we'll be drinking Scotch&lt;br /&gt;we'll talk dirty on your phone&lt;br /&gt;'cause we don't want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Now there are some rules&lt;br /&gt;some places not to go&lt;br /&gt;No way we'll get down&lt;br /&gt;if your rig's a Volvo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-9051456946912152818?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/9051456946912152818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/truck-stop-hos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/9051456946912152818'/><link rel='self' 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term='assurant life insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fraud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daniel sanchez'/><title type='text'>Men Who Don't Need Pants</title><content type='html'>Donald Duck has got no shorts&lt;br /&gt;He's got nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;Like they've got heads at Assurant&lt;br /&gt;but there's nothing inside.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Beall and young Daniel&lt;br /&gt;have some shirts that they share&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes to needing pants&lt;br /&gt;they've got nothing to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your Assurant&lt;br /&gt;get insurance today&lt;br /&gt;but when comes time to claim&lt;br /&gt;we ain't going to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they call him Charlie&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they call him Chuck&lt;br /&gt;but he's the lamest kind of wanker&lt;br /&gt;and you just don't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Then you've got young Daniel&lt;br /&gt;who's always begging for sex&lt;br /&gt;Girls see through his shirt&lt;br /&gt;there's no muscle to flex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;Get your Assurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;get insurance today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but when comes time to claim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;we ain't going to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Go ahead and sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It don't matter to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You already stole my money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and what's left you can keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;No tellin' how you'll spend it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but for one there's no chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You may go out shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but you won't need any pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;Get your Assurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;get insurance today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but when comes time to claim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;we ain't going to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We're men who don't need pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;our only jewels are PVC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We got them at Home Depot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;for masculinity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;Get your Assurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;get insurance today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but when comes time to claim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;we ain't going to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;Get your Assurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;get insurance today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but when comes time to claim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;we ain't going to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Note: &amp;nbsp;GEICO Insurance fronts the fraudulent activities of Assurant Insurance Company of Miami, FL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7711925337512497559?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7711925337512497559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/men-who-dont-need-pants.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7711925337512497559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7711925337512497559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/09/men-who-dont-need-pants.html' title='Men Who Don&apos;t Need Pants'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-1080310199318998382</id><published>2010-08-23T10:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:53:50.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celtic dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boudicca'/><title type='text'>Celtic Dawn - Heavily-Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In the rising sun this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;the women build the fires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tending to their cooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;as the rest begin to rise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;They go down to the river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;fetching water for the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;They always walk together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;as they've got so much to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mothers wash their babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;they squeal when they're wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Laughs rise to the tree line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and birds sing back in jest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's heaven in the valley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;they know just what they need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The tribe has found its home here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;many leagues from Roman greed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;There's a cadence in the distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;They've not heard this sound before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's the Romans bringing justice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;They've come to bring the law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a cadence in the distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;They've not heard this sound before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The Romans call it justice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but it's just another war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Last break without drums - In the previous version, the poem was repeated. &amp;nbsp;The change is to write the second pass from the perspective of the men as they wait for the arrival of the Romans. &amp;nbsp;At the end of this song is just prior to "&lt;a href="http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/boudicca-my-name-is-war.html"&gt;Boudicca, My Name is War&lt;/a&gt;" in which the Romans lay waste to her village.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;In the fading sun of evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;the men start up the fires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;On guard around the village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;they wait as twilight dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Now they wear their armor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;taking weapons for this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;They always stand together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but tonight there's naught to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Mothers hide their babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;they hush them when they cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Quiet takes the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;as the Moon begins to rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It's heaven in the valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;they know just what they need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The tribe has found its home here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;where everyone is free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;There's a cadence in the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Even closer than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It's the Romans bringing justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;They've come to bring the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The cadence from the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Has brought them to their door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The Romans call it justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but it's just another war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-1080310199318998382?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1080310199318998382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/celtic-dawn-updated-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/1080310199318998382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/1080310199318998382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/celtic-dawn-updated-lyrics.html' title='Celtic Dawn - Heavily-Updated'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-963889401936217075</id><published>2010-08-02T11:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T17:10:54.765-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Everybody Wants to Live Forever (TBC)</title><content type='html'>Everybody wants to live forever&lt;br /&gt;but they don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;on a Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you to the fairy dance if ever&lt;br /&gt;can you cross the rainbow bridge&lt;br /&gt;beneath a golden August moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perseus is tonight the King,&lt;br /&gt;flaming bolts shoot through the starlight&lt;br /&gt;as you take your solemn leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every color of the prism's glass&lt;br /&gt;colors spray in gloried frenzy&lt;br /&gt;on the walk this summer's eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the hand of one who calls you&lt;br /&gt;as you leave all else behind&lt;br /&gt;and cross toward the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this land there's no deception&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could take&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't matter any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-963889401936217075?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/963889401936217075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/everybody-wants-to-live-forever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/963889401936217075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/963889401936217075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/08/everybody-wants-to-live-forever.html' title='Everybody Wants to Live Forever (TBC)'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-7373919989065839438</id><published>2010-07-31T07:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T07:29:33.195-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good-bye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Don't Say Good-Bye</title><content type='html'>Don't you ever think&lt;br /&gt;of saying good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;when you're going to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a mystery revealing&lt;br /&gt;but it's nothing left behind&lt;br /&gt;Without looking to tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a time for idle dreaming&lt;br /&gt;and a time to walk alone&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what I find there&lt;br /&gt;you know I'll come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mystery Lady. &amp;nbsp;I'm not leaving, I'm just moving. &amp;nbsp;We're family forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7373919989065839438?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7373919989065839438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-say-good-bye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7373919989065839438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7373919989065839438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-say-good-bye.html' title='Don&apos;t Say Good-Bye'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-197202039975190868</id><published>2010-07-28T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:58:10.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='streets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survival'/><title type='text'>Love and Survival</title><content type='html'>It's about love and survival&lt;br /&gt;being hungry all the time&lt;br /&gt;what will you do&lt;br /&gt;when you don't want the crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people downtown laugh&lt;br /&gt;and then get all rude&lt;br /&gt;but that stuff goes away&lt;br /&gt;when there's not enough food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those with the least&lt;br /&gt;are the ones you can trust&lt;br /&gt;the rest gather toys&lt;br /&gt;and they just turn to rust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they built a golden kingdom&lt;br /&gt;but it's floating on sand&lt;br /&gt;people live their deception&lt;br /&gt;and won't lend a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on the streets&lt;br /&gt;is where we all live&lt;br /&gt;it's not what you take&lt;br /&gt;but the things that you give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-197202039975190868?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-6427481335281566272</id><published>2010-07-27T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:38:01.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oil spill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drilling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah palin'/><title type='text'>Still, Baby, Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope you think I'm sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope I know what you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so drill, baby, drill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you can take all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm a shill, baby, shill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I take my payments monthly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So spill, baby, spill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's alright with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't mean to sound so sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the bad ones make me do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but throw this dog a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd so love to chew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm a shill, baby, shill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I take my payments monthly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So spill, baby, spill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's alright with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've got the money and the fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and the whores who pass as lawyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but here's a little flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for all those Tea Party voyeurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm a shill, baby, shill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I take my payments monthly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So spill, baby, spill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's alright with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;I'm a shill, baby, shill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I take my payments monthly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So spill, baby, spill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's alright with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-6427481335281566272?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6427481335281566272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-baby-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6427481335281566272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6427481335281566272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-baby-still.html' title='Still, Baby, Still'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-2061699067878020224</id><published>2010-07-27T11:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:51:09.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boadicea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boudicca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='combat'/><title type='text'>Call to Arms - Version 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;This will be used with "Bombs Away" for the call to arms to the Iceni warriors. &amp;nbsp;It was previously part of "The Battle Song" but has been split off from that to make the story less jumbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;(Short instrumental intro as Queen Boudicca enters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Queen Boudicca dances solo to tell the story of what happened to her and her people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to take the children&lt;br /&gt;They came to kill the King&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time for fighting&lt;br /&gt;and comes a time to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their shame ran to the river&lt;br /&gt;in crying crimson tides&lt;br /&gt;they lust for wanton slaughter&lt;br /&gt;and now they'll pay the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;(Guitar break for soft lead as in "Bombs Away")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Boudicca solo dances the lament and the rage.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;(Guitar goes into distortion and Queen Boudicca points one-by-one on the back beat to men on the perimeter as the words are revealed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you men stand with me&lt;br /&gt;Bring your shields and your swords&lt;br /&gt;We'll bloody all our weapons&lt;br /&gt;rain death on Roman hordes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;(Enter warriors, keep the back beat. &amp;nbsp;Wave the swords and understand the metaphors in them. &amp;nbsp;But mostly be some really pissed-off Iceni.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing your song of battle,&lt;br /&gt;It's now time for revenge&lt;br /&gt;We'll slay them where they're standing&lt;br /&gt;in the shadow of Stonehenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guitar lead to end as in "Bombs Away" - All dancers fade from the stage as volume fades. &amp;nbsp;They re-enter as marchers when they go off to war in the next song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-2061699067878020224?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2061699067878020224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/call-to-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2061699067878020224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2061699067878020224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/call-to-arms.html' title='Call to Arms - Version 2'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-6672356572892299735</id><published>2010-07-25T13:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:54:46.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Mirror Pond (Version 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When your mind is still strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but your bones are getting weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;comes then a well-known song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but it goes so very dreary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's when there comes a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to renew an age-old bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when you take it on back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to the Mirror Pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you look very deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you can see the little fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and listen for the voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that will grant you the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;three wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It says it can save time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the first two are love and money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but what will be the third&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when you think about it, honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are so many things you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but there's only one you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's just one choice before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;will you yield to the greed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You take a look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;at the trees grown tall beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the crazy quilt of flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;grown by the Mirror Pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Frogs are chirping in the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and birds are singing from the trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soft harmonies come floating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;on the gentle evening breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you listen to these creatures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;none wishing for a thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it slowly comes upon you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the reason they all sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You already have the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and you don't need the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The third wish doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and don't you see it, honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No matter what you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No matter where you find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the only thing that you still need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is to find the love to bind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;You already have the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and you don't need the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The third wish doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and don't you see it, honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In life there comes a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to renew an age-old bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when you take it on back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to the Mirror Pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-6672356572892299735?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6672356572892299735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/mirror-pond.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6672356572892299735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6672356572892299735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/mirror-pond.html' title='The Mirror Pond (Version 2)'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-5456294654252545817</id><published>2010-07-25T06:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T10:04:31.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='republican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Homeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Any time there's a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to get a bite to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There'll be that goddamn dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;just pacing at my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate you motherfucker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't eat as much as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If it were ever up to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd put poison your stew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was a quite a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when a dog was man's best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but this worthless piece of shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;just wants to steal your bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I shouldn't complain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;about the Republican way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What's theirs is always theirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and what's mine is theirs someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Republicans and dogs, they say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we're just looking out for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But really all they want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is to steal your fuckin' food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-5456294654252545817?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5456294654252545817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/homeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5456294654252545817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5456294654252545817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/homeless.html' title='Homeless'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-5475556690767161550</id><published>2010-07-23T08:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:57:24.165-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prostitute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Woman in the Snow</title><content type='html'>There's a woman in the snow&lt;br /&gt;lying down&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;where's your freedom now&lt;br /&gt;little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your finger's in the air&lt;br /&gt;going down&lt;br /&gt;But a thing I've got to ask&lt;br /&gt;Did you know,&lt;br /&gt;did you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it really taste so sweet&lt;br /&gt;You didn't care&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Look at you now&lt;br /&gt;Now that you dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a woman in the snow&lt;br /&gt;lying down&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;Where's your freedom now&lt;br /&gt;little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-5475556690767161550?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5475556690767161550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/woman-in-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5475556690767161550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5475556690767161550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/woman-in-snow.html' title='Woman in the Snow'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-5945746986239619819</id><published>2010-07-22T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T14:13:06.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boadicea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celtic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boudicca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>Celtic Dawn</title><content type='html'>Before the rising sun this morning&lt;br /&gt;the women tend the fires&lt;br /&gt;They start tending to their cooking&lt;br /&gt;as the rest begin to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go down to the river&lt;br /&gt;fetching water for the day&lt;br /&gt;They always walk in silence&lt;br /&gt;as there's not so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers wash their babies&lt;br /&gt;and they squeal when they're wet.&lt;br /&gt;Soft laughs rise to the tree line&lt;br /&gt;and birds sing back in jest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's heaven in the valley&lt;br /&gt;and they know just what they need.&lt;br /&gt;The tribe has found its home here&lt;br /&gt;far from Roman greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a cadence in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;They've not heard this sound before.&lt;br /&gt;It's the Romans bringing justice&lt;br /&gt;They've come to bring the law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-5945746986239619819?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5945746986239619819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/celtic-dawn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5945746986239619819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5945746986239619819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/celtic-dawn.html' title='Celtic Dawn'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-2881884311139100625</id><published>2010-07-22T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:52:51.764-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boadicea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celtic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boudicca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape'/><title type='text'>Boudicca, My Name is War</title><content type='html'>They broke the wooden doorway,&lt;br /&gt;smashed through with heavy boots.&lt;br /&gt;They looked for any plunder&lt;br /&gt;and brought us to the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering up the spoils,&lt;br /&gt;the heathens had their way&lt;br /&gt;They took my sister to the corner&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing she could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another looked back proudly&lt;br /&gt;and his eyes laid down on me.&lt;br /&gt;He dragged me to my sister&lt;br /&gt;to better hear her scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they did I cannot tell you&lt;br /&gt;My disgrace is endless shame&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you of my story&lt;br /&gt;but I cannot say my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boudicca, my mother,&lt;br /&gt;bore it all without a sound.&lt;br /&gt;My father lay before her&lt;br /&gt;where they struck him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time the Romans left us,&lt;br /&gt;Father's blood shines from the fire.&lt;br /&gt;My Mother took us to her&lt;br /&gt;Soft words held harsh desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood up to the morning&lt;br /&gt;and took us in each arm.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, my children,&lt;br /&gt;you'll see no further harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll find where they've gone hiding&lt;br /&gt;and we'll drive them to the sea.&lt;br /&gt;They better die from drowning&lt;br /&gt;than to take their Fate from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boudicca, my Name is War,&lt;br /&gt;and Heaven help the man.&lt;br /&gt;If he fights for Roman legions&lt;br /&gt;we'll kill him where he stands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-2881884311139100625?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2881884311139100625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/boudicca-my-name-is-war.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2881884311139100625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2881884311139100625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/boudicca-my-name-is-war.html' title='Boudicca, My Name is War'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-87354865908735932</id><published>2010-07-21T13:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:20:43.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='america'/><title type='text'>Negro Alert</title><content type='html'>So I get to my truck&lt;br /&gt;and it's ringing its bells&lt;br /&gt;screaming alarms&lt;br /&gt;and sounding like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked this one guy&lt;br /&gt;about what set it off&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Negro Alert,"&lt;br /&gt;and then gave a small cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at this cat&lt;br /&gt;as sayin', "Come, on dude,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask 'cause you're black,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't trying to be rude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look around&lt;br /&gt;You can see I'm sincere.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask 'cause you're black.&lt;br /&gt;There's no-one else here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw in my smile&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it was him&lt;br /&gt;That's when it changed&lt;br /&gt;and he flashed me a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll both tell this story&lt;br /&gt;perhaps go different ways&lt;br /&gt;but there's truth in a smile&lt;br /&gt;and what it can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds pretty corny&lt;br /&gt;but smiles heal big hurts&lt;br /&gt;and one day they'll stop&lt;br /&gt;these Negro Alerts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-87354865908735932?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/87354865908735932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/negro-alert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/87354865908735932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/87354865908735932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/negro-alert.html' title='Negro Alert'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-2342452452191450370</id><published>2010-07-20T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:38:18.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cnn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nancy grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Nancy is Mad as Hell About Some Damn Thing</title><content type='html'>Nancy, love to do ya&lt;br /&gt;Love to drive real deep&lt;br /&gt;but you ain't the kind of woman&lt;br /&gt;that a man wants to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't so flippin' angry&lt;br /&gt;just so goddamn mad&lt;br /&gt;you could be the best&lt;br /&gt;that a man ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look kind of hot&lt;br /&gt;when you shoot that rare smile&lt;br /&gt;but then you get all smug&lt;br /&gt;like a hooker on trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't a thing so small&lt;br /&gt;that it don't jerk yer chain&lt;br /&gt;and that's no kind of sexy&lt;br /&gt;don't need that kind of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got little Paula&lt;br /&gt;who's as angry as you&lt;br /&gt;and that got us thinking&lt;br /&gt;of things we could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In quick time it came&lt;br /&gt;it'd be really groovy&lt;br /&gt;if we could get you two&lt;br /&gt;in a lesbian movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we want you&lt;br /&gt;and please take this rose&lt;br /&gt;but you gotta get naked&lt;br /&gt;please lose the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know we can bill it&lt;br /&gt;as Nancy's past sins&lt;br /&gt;but right now we're leaning&lt;br /&gt;to the lesbian twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're thinking it's cool&lt;br /&gt;Seein' yer lesbian movie&lt;br /&gt;We'll smoke joints and watch&lt;br /&gt;drink down tropical smoothies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;Nancy, love to do ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Love to drive real deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;but you ain't the kind of woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;that a man wants to keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;If you weren't so flippin' angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;just so goddamn mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;you could be the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;that a man ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-2342452452191450370?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2342452452191450370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/nancy-is-mad-as-hell-about-some-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2342452452191450370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2342452452191450370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/nancy-is-mad-as-hell-about-some-damn.html' title='Nancy is Mad as Hell About Some Damn Thing'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-486675937418717275</id><published>2010-07-18T17:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:47:46.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennessee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nashville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>After the Flood</title><content type='html'>Cocks crowing in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Frogs singing all night long&lt;br /&gt;It's Tennessee in loving&lt;br /&gt;You can hear it in her song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds big and casting shadows&lt;br /&gt;as they're flying across the street&lt;br /&gt;searching verdant woodlands&lt;br /&gt;in this bountiful retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In frenzied glory come the finches&lt;br /&gt;colors riot in their flight&lt;br /&gt;all the while they're singing&lt;br /&gt;to the minstrel's charmed delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children dress in costumes&lt;br /&gt;and dance through forest trees.&lt;br /&gt;Watching through the shadows&lt;br /&gt;watch their spirits running free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cherokee once danced here&lt;br /&gt;and dance now as they can&lt;br /&gt;The spirit's in the forest&lt;br /&gt;it's been so since dawn of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Forest has its trials&lt;br /&gt;as time can bring the wind&lt;br /&gt;in time can come the water&lt;br /&gt;and the deadly floods begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so far in distance&lt;br /&gt;the water still runs hard.&lt;br /&gt;It's deep and filled with power&lt;br /&gt;and it's dealt its cruelest card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it struck the music&lt;br /&gt;but the music won't go still&lt;br /&gt;It took their lives and their axes&lt;br /&gt;but it can never drown their will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashville is the music&lt;br /&gt;and it will see another day&lt;br /&gt;There's another show that's coming&lt;br /&gt;and that's when you'll hear me say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raptors fly the skies here&lt;br /&gt;and herons walk the ponds&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you listen&lt;br /&gt;You'll find another song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raptors fly the skies here&lt;br /&gt;and herons walk the ponds&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you listen&lt;br /&gt;You'll find another song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-486675937418717275?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/486675937418717275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-flood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/486675937418717275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/486675937418717275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-flood.html' title='After the Flood'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-421508066997038103</id><published>2010-07-14T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:49:29.474-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'>Stand Up</title><content type='html'>The only reason for a secret&lt;br /&gt;is that someone's getting screwed&lt;br /&gt;so I've got nothin' to hide&lt;br /&gt;and I've got nothin' to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear about your troubles&lt;br /&gt;and, baby, ain't it a shame&lt;br /&gt;but if you don't end up laughin'&lt;br /&gt;you're not getting the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up&lt;br /&gt;your blues don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Stand up&lt;br /&gt;get on up and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to whisper&lt;br /&gt;talkin' love into my ear&lt;br /&gt;then bring it on, darlin',&lt;br /&gt;nothin' else I want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, don't tell me secrets&lt;br /&gt;they're hardly ever true.&lt;br /&gt;All I'm really wanting&lt;br /&gt;is a little time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up&lt;br /&gt;your blues don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Stand up&lt;br /&gt;get on up and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time you left the chorus&lt;br /&gt;It's time to stand out from the choir&lt;br /&gt;It's time to take a chance&lt;br /&gt;and step out on the wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's left behind is dust&lt;br /&gt;for someone else to sweep&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it be you&lt;br /&gt;or don't ask me to weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up&lt;br /&gt;your blues don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Stand up&lt;br /&gt;get on up and sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-421508066997038103?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/421508066997038103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/stand-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/421508066997038103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/421508066997038103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/stand-up.html' title='Stand Up'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-6020519520020701302</id><published>2010-07-14T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:50:01.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>It's For You</title><content type='html'>Every step I take and&lt;br /&gt;every move I make&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I fly and&lt;br /&gt;if I were to die&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's down&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still&lt;br /&gt;need&lt;br /&gt;your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time I laugh&lt;br /&gt;and any time I cry&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;and then you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;It's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's down&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's down&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Soft part - verse and chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long miles around the bend&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk them all again&lt;br /&gt;Just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the magic all around&lt;br /&gt;See the lights, hear the sound&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's down&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still&lt;br /&gt;need&lt;br /&gt;your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Comes back in hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take and&lt;br /&gt;every move I make&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I fly and&lt;br /&gt;if I were to die&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take and&lt;br /&gt;every move I make&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I fly and&lt;br /&gt;if I were to die&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's down&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life&lt;br /&gt;is in&lt;br /&gt;your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long miles around the bend&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk them all again&lt;br /&gt;Just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the magic all around&lt;br /&gt;See the lights, hear the sound&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Final verse - Guitar lead and out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-6020519520020701302?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6020519520020701302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6020519520020701302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6020519520020701302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-for-you.html' title='It&apos;s For You'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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had more than most will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching all the sunsets&lt;br /&gt;going dancing in the night&lt;br /&gt;making love in early morning&lt;br /&gt;driving fast into the light.&lt;br /&gt;Not caring about the dawning&lt;br /&gt;that we were much too young&lt;br /&gt;but time was flying past us&lt;br /&gt;we were having too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much&lt;br /&gt;Too much or not enough&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;Time I could be spending with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Interlude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much&lt;br /&gt;Too much or not enough&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;Time I once was spending with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so many years now&lt;br /&gt;It's all so long ago&lt;br /&gt;The memories are like magic&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let them go.&lt;br /&gt;We danced under the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;to a timeless ancient beat&lt;br /&gt;and blistered all the hillsides&lt;br /&gt;with a timeless ancient heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching all the sunsets&lt;br /&gt;going dancing in the night&lt;br /&gt;making love in early morning&lt;br /&gt;driving fast into the light.&lt;br /&gt;Not caring about the dawning&lt;br /&gt;that we were much too young&lt;br /&gt;but time was flying past us&lt;br /&gt;we were having too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much&lt;br /&gt;Too much or not enough&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;Time I once was spending with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guitar lead to end)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7547969625513785142?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7547969625513785142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-much-or-not-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diamonds'/><title type='text'>Diamonds in the Night</title><content type='html'>The multi-faceted diamond snake&lt;br /&gt;glides through the jungle night&lt;br /&gt;The light from her bejeweled scales&lt;br /&gt;Her ruby eyes fire laser bright&lt;br /&gt;freezing me in their beauty&lt;br /&gt;She strikes and bites&lt;br /&gt;I feel her fangs descend&lt;br /&gt;and they wisdom they impart&lt;br /&gt;as her venom flows to my veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That which is told as poison&lt;br /&gt;isn't always so&lt;br /&gt;That which is told as knowledge&lt;br /&gt;doesn't always grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the light rising&lt;br /&gt;through the leaves of the jungle trees&lt;br /&gt;I want to see her eyes once more&lt;br /&gt;but she has turned&lt;br /&gt;and glides into the jungle night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-2976097895139031514?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2976097895139031514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/diamonds-in-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2976097895139031514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2976097895139031514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/diamonds-in-night.html' title='Diamonds in the Night'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-8043572399723687002</id><published>2010-07-14T22:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:51:25.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>It's All About the Bubbles</title><content type='html'>So many people tell you just what to believe&lt;br /&gt;So many want to train you in how to deceive.&lt;br /&gt;It's all just a game to sell more Coca Cola&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the bubbles, baby, try not to sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to bomb Korea as you know how they are&lt;br /&gt;They cook and eat their babies and keep what's left in jars&lt;br /&gt;They're slanty little fuckers who really ought to die&lt;br /&gt;and Lockheed Martin wants a piece of the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now China's back there thinking she don't want a war&lt;br /&gt;they're building all these cars, no tanks on showroom floors&lt;br /&gt;If there's going to be a war, they've this to say, honey,&lt;br /&gt;I'll saddle up the horses but first show me the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in Dallas they're all talking, licking lips in eager glee&lt;br /&gt;We're going to sell a lot of jetplanes, got to set all those chinks free.&lt;br /&gt;We'll annihilate the country and find it was a hoax&lt;br /&gt;but, what the fuck, we made it and can't you take the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want armies, you want navies, you want moral indignation&lt;br /&gt;we've got it all at a fine price to suit your ethical castration.&lt;br /&gt;Sell your children, sell your homes, you won't need them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Those lame-ass politicians are going to start another war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-8043572399723687002?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8043572399723687002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-all-about-bubbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/8043572399723687002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/8043572399723687002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-all-about-bubbles.html' title='It&apos;s All About the Bubbles'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-8682873518455219277</id><published>2010-07-14T22:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:52:06.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blankets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Cover Me With Love</title><content type='html'>There's a story in the blankets&lt;br /&gt;there are stories that each tells&lt;br /&gt;from beyond this place we walk now&lt;br /&gt;just listen to the bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their tolls will tell a story&lt;br /&gt;as will the blankets that she gave&lt;br /&gt;First unto the children&lt;br /&gt;then the babies that they made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each blanket wrapped the future&lt;br /&gt;and she felt it as she sewed&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even know them&lt;br /&gt;but she yearned to watch them grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time it came she wrapped them all&lt;br /&gt;in woolen blanket charm&lt;br /&gt;Each time they went to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;they slept wrapped in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover me with love,&lt;br /&gt;I ask you, cover me with love.&lt;br /&gt;It's a warmth I'll feel forever&lt;br /&gt;please do cover me with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover me with love,&lt;br /&gt;I ask you, cover me with love.&lt;br /&gt;It's a warmth I'll feel forever&lt;br /&gt;please do cover me with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-8682873518455219277?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8682873518455219277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/cover-me-with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/8682873518455219277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/8682873518455219277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/cover-me-with-love.html' title='Cover Me With Love'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-1906792326866646044</id><published>2010-07-14T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:53:01.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Lady Katarina</title><content type='html'>What happened all these years ago&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean a thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much still before us&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts that you can't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've talked these nights and angry days&lt;br /&gt;on giving love in selfless ways&lt;br /&gt;but always comes the time at last&lt;br /&gt;emotion comes and logic strays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always shows the one you hurt&lt;br /&gt;is the one you hold most dear&lt;br /&gt;and so it goes that when you move&lt;br /&gt;it's away from that old fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Katarina in the candles&lt;br /&gt;your eyes burn in those soft flames&lt;br /&gt;You are beauty in the starving night&lt;br /&gt;how can it be what we became.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I pause to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;It just shows you that I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;and to quell that deep dark passion&lt;br /&gt;is not the thing you seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In savage thrust of belting rage&lt;br /&gt;You change the set and turn the stage&lt;br /&gt;and like the hungry groundlings&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay my heathen's wage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time I will find freedom&lt;br /&gt;that I had hoped to find with you&lt;br /&gt;but I really must be leaving&lt;br /&gt;as the time I bought is through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-1906792326866646044?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1906792326866646044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/lady-katarina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/1906792326866646044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/1906792326866646044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/lady-katarina.html' title='Lady Katarina'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-5612803228785887558</id><published>2010-07-14T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:16:42.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Said</title><content type='html'>I'd love to hear your stories&lt;br /&gt;and I'll listen when I can&lt;br /&gt;but just this quiet minute&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed him oh so hard&lt;br /&gt;through all these lonely years&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll go to see him&lt;br /&gt;and I'll leave behind my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sailed all the oceans&lt;br /&gt;and traveled all the world.&lt;br /&gt;Now we raise the sheets once more&lt;br /&gt;and we'll let the sails unfurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always was a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;but he made those dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;and he said right from the start&lt;br /&gt;I want to dream them all with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go to live that dream again&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could come too&lt;br /&gt;but don't forget in your heart&lt;br /&gt;that I'll be always loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me on summer night&lt;br /&gt;in quiet breeze and soft moonlight&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there with you smiling&lt;br /&gt;but just now I'll say good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-5612803228785887558?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5612803228785887558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-she-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5612803228785887558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5612803228785887558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-she-said.html' title='And She Said'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-6630062724587460140</id><published>2010-07-14T22:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:14:35.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My ol' Mother</title><content type='html'>I keep telling her, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I've got stories for you.&lt;br /&gt;Then I see her old smile&lt;br /&gt;It's all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't see tears&lt;br /&gt;and you won't hear cryin'&lt;br /&gt;When you stop livin',&lt;br /&gt;there's nothin' left but dyin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it goes&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't ever cry&lt;br /&gt;It was never for herself&lt;br /&gt;and now I say good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she feels much better&lt;br /&gt;but I know it isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;What I learned about brave&lt;br /&gt;I picked up from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get back home&lt;br /&gt;but I know that you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to say&lt;br /&gt;and so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why all things&lt;br /&gt;will come as they do&lt;br /&gt;but if there's any way&lt;br /&gt;I'll be coming to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ol' Mother, I love you&lt;br /&gt;You did your job well.&lt;br /&gt;With all pride in my life&lt;br /&gt;It's your story I'll tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-6630062724587460140?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6630062724587460140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-5306749612113053641</id><published>2010-07-14T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:11:30.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel and His Mother</title><content type='html'>I don't got no money&lt;br /&gt;but at least I've got my name&lt;br /&gt;So lately I met Daniel&lt;br /&gt;and saw his mother's shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's new terror in the country&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't come from overseas&lt;br /&gt;It's the insurance company goon squads&lt;br /&gt;and they do it for the fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muslims came with weapons&lt;br /&gt;They sought a national dread&lt;br /&gt;but Daniel and his company&lt;br /&gt;they just do it for the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd Rosenberg's a worker&lt;br /&gt;where Citizens Bank has shopped&lt;br /&gt;He cut off my doctor's cover&lt;br /&gt;before the bleeding even stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, see your mother&lt;br /&gt;don't let her see your shame&lt;br /&gt;It's not to late save it,&lt;br /&gt;pride in your family name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many know the evil&lt;br /&gt;that insurance companies bring&lt;br /&gt;Those people are the reason&lt;br /&gt;and with them all I sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no hope for your partner&lt;br /&gt;He's already on the take.&lt;br /&gt;He lives his life on payments&lt;br /&gt;and they're more than he can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, see your mother,&lt;br /&gt;you only bring her shame.&lt;br /&gt;You'll cheat an honest man&lt;br /&gt;or a grifter all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not some shoplift child&lt;br /&gt;and you've no right to treat that way.&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd save my music&lt;br /&gt;if harm ever came its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stole my power and my music&lt;br /&gt;when they took away the songs&lt;br /&gt;And what you've done to help me&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be more wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, see your mother,&lt;br /&gt;someday she'll know the shame.&lt;br /&gt;She'll learn what you've been doing&lt;br /&gt;what you've done to her good name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, see your mother,&lt;br /&gt;She can help you find what's right&lt;br /&gt;From what you're doing now&lt;br /&gt;comes the darkest kind of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll sit in darkness&lt;br /&gt;and remember what you've done&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll find your mother&lt;br /&gt;I hope she finds her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late for honor.&lt;br /&gt;Walk away and find the truth.&lt;br /&gt;The shame in what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;can be left behind in youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, see your mother,&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late to bring her pride.&lt;br /&gt;Live up to obligations&lt;br /&gt;Your honor is your guide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-5306749612113053641?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5306749612113053641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/daniel-and-his-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5306749612113053641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5306749612113053641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/daniel-and-his-mother.html' title='Daniel and His Mother'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-6019858289684234974</id><published>2010-07-14T22:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:09:10.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Day is Shot</title><content type='html'>They stood to the dusty ends&lt;br /&gt;of a nameless downtown street&lt;br /&gt;their duel to thrill the butchers&lt;br /&gt;their fate they're bound to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In glare of mid-day shining&lt;br /&gt;in unshamed sight of all&lt;br /&gt;they wave their heavy weapons&lt;br /&gt;as besotted drunkards brawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shoot shouts one to other&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear some guns&lt;br /&gt;The other yelled I'm shooting&lt;br /&gt;Try listening to it, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't even hit the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;the cowboy told the drunk&lt;br /&gt;You talk like a gunfighter&lt;br /&gt;but you shoot like some damn skunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then scent came shooting through us&lt;br /&gt;you know how skunks can be&lt;br /&gt;but this time someone hit him&lt;br /&gt;and it smells that skunk is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In longest time I said to no-one&lt;br /&gt;it all amounts to naught&lt;br /&gt;as the sun sets in the distance&lt;br /&gt;This long hard day is shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-6019858289684234974?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6019858289684234974/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-3878914277623012826</id><published>2010-07-14T22:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:06:58.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ancient Curse</title><content type='html'>He threw fireballs and pitchforks&lt;br /&gt;from his angry outstretched hand.&lt;br /&gt;Burning every living creature&lt;br /&gt;throughout the wailing land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raved in screaming anger&lt;br /&gt;I'll avenge the ancient curse&lt;br /&gt;You feel my power now&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel it get much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ranted in his fury&lt;br /&gt;with spittle on his chin&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were wild with liquor&lt;br /&gt;and it burned him from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is not coming&lt;br /&gt;You don't want it anyway&lt;br /&gt;You just want tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to look just like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew the spell for lightning&lt;br /&gt;and he hurled bolts to his feet&lt;br /&gt;The groundlings ran for cover&lt;br /&gt;but there was nowhere to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cried as little children&lt;br /&gt;How could you do this thing&lt;br /&gt;but he gathered up more weapons&lt;br /&gt;so they could feel their sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry, you little bastards,&lt;br /&gt;It's my joy to snuff your life.&lt;br /&gt;You've given nothing but your torment&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in endless strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw the little bubbles&lt;br /&gt;shining colors to the night&lt;br /&gt;but it's all a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;and they pop at the first light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairies rose in silence&lt;br /&gt;then asked, do you hate us all.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think the one who did it&lt;br /&gt;wants all of us to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You betrayed me, little demons,&lt;br /&gt;little nightmares on soft wings&lt;br /&gt;You stabbed me as to kill me&lt;br /&gt;and then took everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You covered it with silence&lt;br /&gt;to say that you don't know&lt;br /&gt;but even fairies feel the murmur&lt;br /&gt;and I won't let that go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk about your loving&lt;br /&gt;every time the dull wind blows&lt;br /&gt;but much more telling than the story&lt;br /&gt;is where it doesn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy love is made of vapor&lt;br /&gt;As the dust in your sweet wings&lt;br /&gt;You give no reason to believe it&lt;br /&gt;There's not a reason left to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse you into darkness&lt;br /&gt;May every fairy fall&lt;br /&gt;You'll see pits of hellish fire&lt;br /&gt;your pain is my enthrall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse you into darkness&lt;br /&gt;May every fairy fall&lt;br /&gt;You'll see pits of hellish fire&lt;br /&gt;your pain is my enthrall.&lt;div 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just what he's thinking&lt;br /&gt;We've been friends as wheat gets ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the length of the season&lt;br /&gt;but the color of the field&lt;br /&gt;and the glory in the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;all shows what it can yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gold into the distance&lt;br /&gt;for as far as I can see&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet as a tiny mouse&lt;br /&gt;I can almost hear it breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the porch&lt;br /&gt;It's a summer afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Live this now forever&lt;br /&gt;soon comes the harvest moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-1314612529857925797?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1314612529857925797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-564390859089318161</id><published>2010-07-14T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:03:32.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of You They Sing</title><content type='html'>Through many fertile seasons,&lt;br /&gt;they walked the endless plains.&lt;br /&gt;The sun shone bright behind them&lt;br /&gt;in this glorious domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their sons grew strong beside them&lt;br /&gt;Their daughters took new homes.&lt;br /&gt;The family started spreading&lt;br /&gt;and the tribe would always roam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they wandered,&lt;br /&gt;they came back each New Spring Night&lt;br /&gt;Each time they brought their babies&lt;br /&gt;to the Mother as her right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years stepped into decades&lt;br /&gt;and they stood each other strong&lt;br /&gt;So many things befell them&lt;br /&gt;but always knowing they belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow came from the mountains&lt;br /&gt;in its season, in its time&lt;br /&gt;They walked the path to meet it&lt;br /&gt;took their rest from that long climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat and spoke together&lt;br /&gt;as the spirits rose around.&lt;br /&gt;They held each other closely&lt;br /&gt;but they didn't make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiet held the season&lt;br /&gt;but at last in time came Spring&lt;br /&gt;The children brought their babies&lt;br /&gt;and now of you they sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through many fertile seasons,&lt;br /&gt;they walked the endless plains.&lt;br /&gt;The sun shone bright behind them&lt;br /&gt;in this glorious domain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-564390859089318161?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-1967754705967638409</id><published>2010-07-14T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:01:57.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem for Doctor Tiller</title><content type='html'>You say you work for God&lt;br /&gt;kill a man in a church&lt;br /&gt;as all human decency&lt;br /&gt;gets lost in the lurch.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't bother you at all&lt;br /&gt;for what those church kids saw.&lt;br /&gt;You're the judge and the jury,&lt;br /&gt;and every rule of law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put a good man down&lt;br /&gt;for the things that you believe&lt;br /&gt;and don't even have the class&lt;br /&gt;for a moment to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;His courage was much more&lt;br /&gt;than you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;The more you try to crush him,&lt;br /&gt;the more he'll ever grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're tired of religion,&lt;br /&gt;of the hatred, of the greed.&lt;br /&gt;If you say this is for God&lt;br /&gt;then it's not a God I need.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to talk of loving&lt;br /&gt;and how people make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;then maybe now you're learning&lt;br /&gt;of how we're really made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-1967754705967638409?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1967754705967638409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/requiem-for-doctor-tiller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Mariner</title><content type='html'>All around the clocktower&lt;br /&gt;the minstrels threw their seeds.&lt;br /&gt;The Mariner gave water&lt;br /&gt;and tended to their needs.&lt;br /&gt;He never asked a favor&lt;br /&gt;from the people that he found.&lt;br /&gt;He tended to his garden&lt;br /&gt;to bring us all the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It grew in great profusion&lt;br /&gt;butterflies with rainbow wings&lt;br /&gt;They fluttered all around us&lt;br /&gt;through what the music brings&lt;br /&gt;In a gallery of music&lt;br /&gt;he crafted all alone&lt;br /&gt;He sought to lift the players&lt;br /&gt;asking nothing for his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mariner makes music&lt;br /&gt;and some won't understand&lt;br /&gt;but the music will go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;If he's not in the band.&lt;br /&gt;He sings and some don't listen&lt;br /&gt;In time they'll learn the words&lt;br /&gt;His song is one of magic&lt;br /&gt;sweet as you've ever heard.&lt;div 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minutes&lt;br /&gt;and it's not because I'm faint.&lt;br /&gt;There's no shortage of sad drama&lt;br /&gt;but remember I don't paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy in my caring&lt;br /&gt;collecting money for this bent&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing I'll ask you&lt;br /&gt;please don't ask me where it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it gets confusing&lt;br /&gt;trying to figure who I'll save&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time for coffee&lt;br /&gt;and you know that's what I crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold me up for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;You know how it is with Yanks&lt;br /&gt;They call it food disorder&lt;br /&gt;and they're big as feckin' tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Oprah says, "Now, honey"&lt;br /&gt;I can make it be alright&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your self-absorption&lt;br /&gt;and keep growing out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to save the planet&lt;br /&gt;but put that on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;The first thing to be saving&lt;br /&gt;is your sorry sense of self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-5593016325476516116?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5593016325476516116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/save-muskrats-and-boat-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5593016325476516116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5593016325476516116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/save-muskrats-and-boat-kids.html' title='Save the Muskrats and the Boat Kids'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-1818167346192055424</id><published>2010-07-14T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:54:51.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me Do</title><content type='html'>She said, "Hell is other people,"&lt;br /&gt;then turned aside in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Yeah, you know your Sartre"&lt;br /&gt;It's the only line you ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's comfort in the sparring&lt;br /&gt;as you've not left each other yet.&lt;br /&gt;You can still get some swordplay&lt;br /&gt;before the fatal blow is set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I hate you, motherfucker"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Don't you think I know"&lt;br /&gt;but then she turned toward me&lt;br /&gt;and that old fire came to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still have got your passions&lt;br /&gt;of course the rest she stole.&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll fuck her with your muscles&lt;br /&gt;and not your heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's blinding sex in mortal combat&lt;br /&gt;as you're fucking to be free.&lt;br /&gt;It's all the more excitement&lt;br /&gt;when she's doing that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's done she asks so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;do you think we have a chance&lt;br /&gt;But she always does that way&lt;br /&gt;to step out on one more dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a turn around the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;I'll find how much I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then it's back to get the weapons&lt;br /&gt;and sword fights all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for Sartre or for fucking&lt;br /&gt;it's just a human shadowplay&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we get it right&lt;br /&gt;but it's mostly just a game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-1818167346192055424?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1818167346192055424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-me-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/1818167346192055424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/1818167346192055424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-me-do.html' title='Love Me Do'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-5052098857235458402</id><published>2010-07-14T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:51:36.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whores of Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>We walked past the whores this evening&lt;br /&gt;the windowed creatures of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Leering mud-packed eyes of promise&lt;br /&gt;for something lost in freakshow farce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned into an alley&lt;br /&gt;and she pulled me to one side.&lt;br /&gt;We moved to a dark doorway&lt;br /&gt;as a sheltered place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I need you in me&lt;br /&gt;against the horror all around&lt;br /&gt;I want you now to love me&lt;br /&gt;and I won't make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loathing and in passion,&lt;br /&gt;we kissed each other hard.&lt;br /&gt;Growing more to the cold moment&lt;br /&gt;in this ancient stone courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She freed herself to take me&lt;br /&gt;We moved quickly then as one.&lt;br /&gt;The fire burned so brightly&lt;br /&gt;as the passion in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploding into rainbows&lt;br /&gt;we stopped and didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;It only stayed a moment&lt;br /&gt;and then again alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked past the whores this evening&lt;br /&gt;the windowed creatures of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Leering mud-packed eyes of promise&lt;br /&gt;for something lost in freakshow farce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-5052098857235458402?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5052098857235458402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/whores-of-amsterdam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5052098857235458402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5052098857235458402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/whores-of-amsterdam.html' title='Whores of Amsterdam'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-5223309626359228289</id><published>2010-07-14T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:49:29.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They Gave Me a Number</title><content type='html'>They gave me a number&lt;br /&gt;closed a door behind my name&lt;br /&gt;There's a man out in the courtyard&lt;br /&gt;They say I gave his death today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much time for repentence&lt;br /&gt;and who would listen to my plea&lt;br /&gt;What I did was for protection&lt;br /&gt;Stopped his blade from killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a shadow in the forest&lt;br /&gt;he trailed everything I did&lt;br /&gt;Relentless in his stalking&lt;br /&gt;He found where e'er I hid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me by the river&lt;br /&gt;that you cannot walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Give up this damned journey&lt;br /&gt;and take your lost soul home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I've got religion&lt;br /&gt;please just leave my ass alone&lt;br /&gt;He said it's not for Jesus&lt;br /&gt;that he follows where I roam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he closed I heard him breathing&lt;br /&gt;not quite panting as he neared&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard to keep from moving&lt;br /&gt;I felt the speed that comes from fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment he lay wounded&lt;br /&gt;his life now an empty book&lt;br /&gt;He looked once in sullen hatred&lt;br /&gt;then his body finally shook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came straightways to find me&lt;br /&gt;Now they've put me in this cell.&lt;br /&gt;But if asked again to kill him&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it and go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3659771079057553423-5223309626359228289?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5223309626359228289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-gave-me-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5223309626359228289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5223309626359228289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-gave-me-number.html' title='They Gave Me a Number'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-2951545938266852674</id><published>2010-07-14T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:47:01.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>Sweating cold&lt;br /&gt;dripping wet&lt;br /&gt;cursing darkness and its get&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing the demons behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run and fall&lt;br /&gt;chase that call&lt;br /&gt;How can you hit the ball&lt;br /&gt;When it's thrown from somewhere inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darken'd hallways&lt;br /&gt;that you run&lt;br /&gt;In panic or in fun&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing the passions right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising up&lt;br /&gt;and shooting through&lt;br /&gt;All the things you didn't do&lt;br /&gt;And now there's no time left to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding Harleys&lt;br /&gt;sailing high&lt;br /&gt;Flying barefoot through the sky&lt;br /&gt;Clipping out whether others just can't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled scores&lt;br /&gt;long-locked doors&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what's in store&lt;br /&gt;As the light pursues the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone for now,&lt;br /&gt;don't know how&lt;br /&gt;It's just another way to botch&lt;br /&gt;the dream that you don't get to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweating cold&lt;br /&gt;dripping wet&lt;br /&gt;cursing darkness and it's get&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing the demons behind you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-2951545938266852674?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2951545938266852674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2951545938266852674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2951545938266852674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-968102568518452159</id><published>2010-07-14T21:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:45:16.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Potato Eaters</title><content type='html'>They sat to eat potatoes&lt;br /&gt;that's all that could sustain&lt;br /&gt;They'd boil them in the fire&lt;br /&gt;from coal fell from the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years go by in drear parading&lt;br /&gt;Falling months, too many days,&lt;br /&gt;Each night they dream in color,&lt;br /&gt;Each day they dream in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll not take this time to battle&lt;br /&gt;They've got just strength to find their food&lt;br /&gt;The heavens closed above them&lt;br /&gt;Their lives could not come more rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rarely smiled at all&lt;br /&gt;but neither did they cry&lt;br /&gt;They weren't the ones to question&lt;br /&gt;how they're the ones to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat to eat potatoes&lt;br /&gt;a famliy all alone&lt;br /&gt;Light dragged on past the windows&lt;br /&gt;in the timeless family tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat to eat potatoes&lt;br /&gt;A family all alone&lt;br /&gt;Light dragged past the windows&lt;br /&gt;to the lives in this cold room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-968102568518452159?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/968102568518452159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/potato-eaters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/968102568518452159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/968102568518452159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/potato-eaters.html' title='The Potato Eaters'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-5479459945252898891</id><published>2010-07-14T21:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:43:44.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Last Night</title><content type='html'>The autumn moon&lt;br /&gt;drove chilly breeze&lt;br /&gt;on silent path&lt;br /&gt;by dying trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spoke of endless falling&lt;br /&gt;the multitudes of leaves&lt;br /&gt;the shadows in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;the darkness in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They huddled as if children&lt;br /&gt;They spoke in whispered tones&lt;br /&gt;but they heard not one another&lt;br /&gt;Their words flew by alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes best in silence&lt;br /&gt;is said what's felt inside&lt;br /&gt;The words just cause confusion&lt;br /&gt;their meaning all but died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness wrapped and harsh engaged&lt;br /&gt;bears down with massive fury&lt;br /&gt;and who said what and when and why&lt;br /&gt;won't need witness or a jury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In judgment lies, all truth beside,&lt;br /&gt;there's no reason to take issue.&lt;br /&gt;The trees grow tall in darkening night&lt;br /&gt;commanding more than me or you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In freedom all can fly on past&lt;br /&gt;the trees hold to the streets&lt;br /&gt;you cannot take them with you&lt;br /&gt;you'll have nothing left but leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In concert all can lift as one&lt;br /&gt;Music breaks us from the pain&lt;br /&gt;but cling to that dark garden&lt;br /&gt;only silence will remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no closing door, no rushing light&lt;br /&gt;no screams within, no periled fright,&lt;br /&gt;The moon fades to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;music flies as new starlight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-5479459945252898891?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5479459945252898891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/about-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5479459945252898891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5479459945252898891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/about-last-night.html' title='About Last Night'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-5636941113424879335</id><published>2010-07-14T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:42:15.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheatfield with Crows</title><content type='html'>The dust rose up in eddies&lt;br /&gt;behind him as he walked&lt;br /&gt;The summer heat was baking&lt;br /&gt;as he came up to the fork.&lt;br /&gt;Neither way lead anywhere&lt;br /&gt;to someone else's eyes&lt;br /&gt;but he knew the place he searched&lt;br /&gt;and he'd be there by and by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wheat arose in flames&lt;br /&gt;the stalks an army horde&lt;br /&gt;The demon crows take flight there&lt;br /&gt;through this satanic sward.&lt;br /&gt;He welcomed them beside him&lt;br /&gt;as he knew they'd come along&lt;br /&gt;Their numbers were increasing&lt;br /&gt;and they've come so very strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems such a boiling tumult&lt;br /&gt;but life's empty when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Without the fire from the devil&lt;br /&gt;the passion falls withdrawn.&lt;br /&gt;The paint flies as a gunshot&lt;br /&gt;bleeding arteries in ochre&lt;br /&gt;The landscape fills with color&lt;br /&gt;as a houseman with a poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last it's done and not so long&lt;br /&gt;It's just a summer afternoon&lt;br /&gt;He takes repose in sunlight&lt;br /&gt;peace comes only just too soon.&lt;br /&gt;He'll never know and never find&lt;br /&gt;what we tell one another&lt;br /&gt;But love it came and love he had&lt;br /&gt;always from his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lie there now,&lt;br /&gt;these sacred friends,&lt;br /&gt;their unknown dreams,&lt;br /&gt;their fatal sense.&lt;br /&gt;Behold in awe&lt;br /&gt;the thing they gave&lt;br /&gt;The thing they lost,&lt;br /&gt;the thing they saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-5636941113424879335?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5636941113424879335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/wheatfield-with-crows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5636941113424879335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/5636941113424879335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/wheatfield-with-crows.html' title='Wheatfield with Crows'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-7734402735233980779</id><published>2010-07-14T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:40:25.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride Like a Frankfurter Trenchcoat</title><content type='html'>She wore her pride&lt;br /&gt;like a frankfurter trenchcoat&lt;br /&gt;Knowing and not caring&lt;br /&gt;of the pain she had caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved the rules&lt;br /&gt;as a Russian policeman&lt;br /&gt;in the guise of a shrew&lt;br /&gt;with its tiny little claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel my pain, feel my horror,&lt;br /&gt;See my estimable campaign&lt;br /&gt;I'll just need a percentage&lt;br /&gt;but you've heard that sad refrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my venue, it's my business&lt;br /&gt;It's my reason I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;I'll destroy you if you scorn me&lt;br /&gt;and my oh so selfless jive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my venue, it's my business&lt;br /&gt;It's my way to find a man&lt;br /&gt;They run but I chase them&lt;br /&gt;So it goes for the harridan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're left with suck-ups and with stooges&lt;br /&gt;Who'll do your vicious bidding&lt;br /&gt;Your false charges against Circe&lt;br /&gt;the evil claims you're rigging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one difference that you miss&lt;br /&gt;when your circus brings its rides&lt;br /&gt;Circe's got the class and&lt;br /&gt;she'll always have her pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my venue, it's my business&lt;br /&gt;It's my reason I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;I'll destroy you if you scorn me&lt;br /&gt;and my oh so selfless jive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my venue, it's my business&lt;br /&gt;It's my way to find a man&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep them when I catch 'em&lt;br /&gt;but so it goes for the harridan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7734402735233980779?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7734402735233980779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/pride-like-frankfurter-trenchcoat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7734402735233980779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7734402735233980779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/pride-like-frankfurter-trenchcoat.html' title='Pride Like a Frankfurter Trenchcoat'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-6853741627767582205</id><published>2010-07-14T21:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:34:44.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't It a Bitch</title><content type='html'>You make your money&lt;br /&gt;and you put it away&lt;br /&gt;then you get a letter&lt;br /&gt;the bank took it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a bitch&lt;br /&gt;it's getting you down&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a bitch&lt;br /&gt;you've got to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a new dog&lt;br /&gt;brought him home today&lt;br /&gt;next thing you know&lt;br /&gt;damn dog ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a bitch&lt;br /&gt;it's getting you down&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a bitch&lt;br /&gt;you've got to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lost your car&lt;br /&gt;to that damn repo-man&lt;br /&gt;better save your stuff&lt;br /&gt;from the moving van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a bitch&lt;br /&gt;It's got to get you down&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a bitch&lt;br /&gt;You've got to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you lost your girl&lt;br /&gt;She's run off to town&lt;br /&gt;Before she left&lt;br /&gt;She said you're such a clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life a bitch&lt;br /&gt;It's got to get you down&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a bitch&lt;br /&gt;You've got to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she left you,&lt;br /&gt;she just had to say&lt;br /&gt;You're such a feckin' monkey&lt;br /&gt;and I've had it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life a bitch&lt;br /&gt;It's got to get you down&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a bitch&lt;br /&gt;You've got to turn it around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-6853741627767582205?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6853741627767582205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/aint-it-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6853741627767582205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6853741627767582205'/><link rel='alternate' 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fool's mission&lt;br /&gt;and dispatched them for the crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They squander life like bean dip&lt;br /&gt;To them it matters not at all.&lt;br /&gt;Their meager moral guidance&lt;br /&gt;brings darkness to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fault lies in the snake man,&lt;br /&gt;his grasp and his cold glance.&lt;br /&gt;With his thirst and self-absorption&lt;br /&gt;the boys never stood a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may believe the snake will bite you&lt;br /&gt;but all you'll really find&lt;br /&gt;Is that those who seek to bind you&lt;br /&gt;Strike the venom in our sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They proffer their religion&lt;br /&gt;Schrödinger's cat went where&lt;br /&gt;You reach out for the substance&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But put your fear in the snake man,&lt;br /&gt;there's poison in his fangs.&lt;br /&gt;Blame him for your troubles&lt;br /&gt;But you're the one you'll hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only win is losing&lt;br /&gt;You cannot fight the snake&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing to gain by winning.&lt;br /&gt;There's not anything to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-6725326362211369526?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6725326362211369526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/screwing-rattlesnakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6725326362211369526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/6725326362211369526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/screwing-rattlesnakes.html' title='Screwing Rattlesnakes'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-8356520344347313297</id><published>2010-07-14T21:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:25:24.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Without a Parachute</title><content type='html'>Flying without a parachute&lt;br /&gt;doesn't come around&lt;br /&gt;when you know that as you're falling&lt;br /&gt;you'll never hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no confrontation&lt;br /&gt;there's no point in waving hands&lt;br /&gt;I never made a deal&lt;br /&gt;and don't care where I land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell their stories&lt;br /&gt;to amuse the ladies and their lords&lt;br /&gt;but I'll not kneel to the telling&lt;br /&gt;as I never wrote the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calumny comes easy&lt;br /&gt;in any virtual preserve&lt;br /&gt;as all the ones who do it&lt;br /&gt;don't know which lord they serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One never walks old roads again&lt;br /&gt;there's a high price if you try&lt;br /&gt;When you start to live in shadows,&lt;br /&gt;you'll do it 'til you die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-8356520344347313297?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8356520344347313297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-7654079311606895885</id><published>2010-07-14T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:22:20.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Yesterday</title><content type='html'>He learned existential&lt;br /&gt;was a two-point word at school&lt;br /&gt;philosophers would throw it&lt;br /&gt;to romantics and to fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment is the eon,&lt;br /&gt;the eternal dream you want,&lt;br /&gt;it's life in mystery'd glory&lt;br /&gt;in a smile or a taunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;that you or I will ever see&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in the days gone by&lt;br /&gt;that you will ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn you did and did it well&lt;br /&gt;one moment chased another&lt;br /&gt;but still you live this time with me&lt;br /&gt;in time there is no other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live this day and live this life&lt;br /&gt;Defy the falling the rain.&lt;br /&gt;The other choice is hiding&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing there but pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of fallen dreams and soaring love&lt;br /&gt;of angel's wings and fairy's flight&lt;br /&gt;We can go so very quickly there&lt;br /&gt;We can fly so very far&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing in my thinking&lt;br /&gt;to go back to where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing in the dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It goes beyond the moment's need&lt;br /&gt;and wrapping all around it&lt;br /&gt;feels very much like greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;that you or I will ever see&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in the days gone by&lt;br /&gt;that you will ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words speak twice and go both ways&lt;br /&gt;but there's sense in the thinking&lt;br /&gt;as wanting isn't needing&lt;br /&gt;and waiting never comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;that you or I will ever see&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in the days gone by&lt;br /&gt;that you will ever need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7654079311606895885?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7654079311606895885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting-for-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7654079311606895885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;In dew of early morning&lt;br /&gt;In last quiet of the night&lt;br /&gt;You revel in her kisses&lt;br /&gt;in lavender's delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In days that were much shorter,&lt;br /&gt;in nights that knew no end,&lt;br /&gt;She cast about for freedom&lt;br /&gt;fighting gales that they'd send.&lt;br /&gt;In never-ending tumult,&lt;br /&gt;she'd battle those who came&lt;br /&gt;No winners and no losers&lt;br /&gt;It all came out the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle lost this day&lt;br /&gt;All returned to castle keep&lt;br /&gt;But the girl who would be lavender&lt;br /&gt;Just lay her head to sleep&lt;br /&gt;In dreams she felt the flowers&lt;br /&gt;Enwrapped, she felt she'd fly&lt;br /&gt;The girl who would be lavender&lt;br /&gt;sings softly passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who would be lavender&lt;br /&gt;had flowers in her hair&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't really see her&lt;br /&gt;but she was everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;In dew of early morning&lt;br /&gt;In last quiet of the night&lt;br /&gt;You revel in her kisses&lt;br /&gt;in lavender's delight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-4171579433596657253?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4171579433596657253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-who-would-be-lavender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4171579433596657253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/4171579433596657253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-who-would-be-lavender.html' title='The Girl Who Would Be Lavender'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-7620086393577782179</id><published>2010-07-14T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:07:54.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes of the Raven</title><content type='html'>Look into the eyes of the raven.&lt;br /&gt;They stare, they hypnotize.&lt;br /&gt;Come make a deal with the raven.&lt;br /&gt;Get all that you could ever prize.&lt;br /&gt;Look into the eyes of the raven.&lt;br /&gt;See and then you realize:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell your soul down a pitch-black hole&lt;br /&gt;You'll get what you need&lt;br /&gt;Try it right now, take a little bow&lt;br /&gt;Take the devil's seed.&lt;br /&gt;You'll live your dream&lt;br /&gt;or so it seems&lt;br /&gt;until the crow returns&lt;br /&gt;and then you're mine&lt;br /&gt;for all of time&lt;br /&gt;the fire's going to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into the eyes of the raven.&lt;br /&gt;They stare, they hypnotize.&lt;br /&gt;Come make a deal with the raven.&lt;br /&gt;Get all that you could ever prize.&lt;br /&gt;Look into the eyes of the raven.&lt;br /&gt;See and then you realize:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign right here, all free and clear.&lt;br /&gt;It's a contract for your soul.&lt;br /&gt;I signed mine at the dawn of time&lt;br /&gt;and I've begged him for parole.&lt;br /&gt;He owns me now, if I disavow&lt;br /&gt;He'll burn my soul in torment.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a choice, you've got a voice.&lt;br /&gt;You can make the same dissent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guitar break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell your soul down a pitch-black hole&lt;br /&gt;You'll get what you need&lt;br /&gt;Try it right now, take a little bow&lt;br /&gt;Take the devil's seed.&lt;br /&gt;You'll live your dream&lt;br /&gt;or so it seems&lt;br /&gt;until the crow returns&lt;br /&gt;and then you're mine&lt;br /&gt;for all of time&lt;br /&gt;the fire's going to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into the eyes of the raven.&lt;br /&gt;They stare, they hypnotize.&lt;br /&gt;Come make a deal with the raven.&lt;br /&gt;Get all that you could ever prize.&lt;br /&gt;Look into the eyes of the raven.&lt;br /&gt;See and then you realize:&lt;br /&gt;You're mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7620086393577782179?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-1015524108848652685</id><published>2010-07-14T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:05:39.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Listening</title><content type='html'>I don't care about the whales,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the war.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you're a christian&lt;br /&gt;I'm not listening anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talked of silent spring&lt;br /&gt;Then killed off all the bees&lt;br /&gt;You talked about salvation&lt;br /&gt;then sent in the Marines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't call a man a nigger&lt;br /&gt;as you know that words can kill&lt;br /&gt;but you'll let him die from illness&lt;br /&gt;you won't pay his doctor's bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the whales,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the war.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you're a christian&lt;br /&gt;I'm not listening anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-1015524108848652685?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1015524108848652685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-not-listening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/1015524108848652685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/1015524108848652685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-not-listening.html' title='I&apos;m Not Listening'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-3655960161300421488</id><published>2010-07-14T21:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:03:11.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to Yourself</title><content type='html'>(Intro)&lt;br /&gt;Now ... Begin ... Now ... Within&lt;br /&gt;It's time ... we'll see ... look around ... can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to yourself&lt;br /&gt;You only have to try&lt;br /&gt;Reach into yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's now your time to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;You knew all the while&lt;br /&gt;in your style&lt;br /&gt;Through all the trials&lt;br /&gt;we've known&lt;br /&gt;Now you look around&lt;br /&gt;and they're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to yourself&lt;br /&gt;You only have to try&lt;br /&gt;Reach into yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's now your time to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making clouds of stars&lt;br /&gt;with your hand&lt;br /&gt;Filling all the sky&lt;br /&gt;as grains of sand.&lt;br /&gt;There's music in the leaves&lt;br /&gt;of the trees&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is&lt;br /&gt;set it free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to yourself&lt;br /&gt;You only have to try&lt;br /&gt;Reach into yourself&lt;br /&gt;Find the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guitar break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to yourself&lt;br /&gt;You only have to try&lt;br /&gt;Reach into yourself&lt;br /&gt;Find the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to yourself&lt;br /&gt;You only have to try&lt;br /&gt;Reach into yourself&lt;br /&gt;Find the reason why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-3655960161300421488?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3655960161300421488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/listen-to-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/3655960161300421488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits and counts his money&lt;br /&gt;by the candle in the tower&lt;br /&gt;but it flickers into darkness&lt;br /&gt;and robs him of his power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stumbles from the counting room&lt;br /&gt;past heartless walls of stone&lt;br /&gt;He sees now that his measure&lt;br /&gt;is not the things he owns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the castle window&lt;br /&gt;There's a distant unicorn&lt;br /&gt;It would love to take him riding&lt;br /&gt;but it cannot meet the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no time for rancor&lt;br /&gt;It meant nothing anyway&lt;br /&gt;And when he's lost in anger&lt;br /&gt;the creature walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years, he threw his knives&lt;br /&gt;not much caring where they landed&lt;br /&gt;Now he rages on injustice&lt;br /&gt;When they're returned as they were handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be this way&lt;br /&gt;All unicorns can fly&lt;br /&gt;but they don't do well with hatred&lt;br /&gt;and soon the beast will die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-2229675184863025696?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2229675184863025696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/counting-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2229675184863025696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2229675184863025696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/counting-room.html' title='The Counting Room'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-2249264875958070937</id><published>2010-07-14T20:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:58:44.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Potato Chip</title><content type='html'>How I love your little ridges&lt;br /&gt;and all your supple curves&lt;br /&gt;so salty in consumption&lt;br /&gt;so lovely with hors d'oeuvres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious little saltines&lt;br /&gt;My tongue yearns for your taste&lt;br /&gt;You tantalize my fancy&lt;br /&gt;Not a morsel goes to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes like to hold you&lt;br /&gt;and savor the delight&lt;br /&gt;of the taste that waits there for me&lt;br /&gt;of the taste that comes tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lovely little cracker&lt;br /&gt;You've given me such joy&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I treat you&lt;br /&gt;Like you're just some crispy toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll leave me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;It's how you always are&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I've got the bean dip&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-2249264875958070937?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2249264875958070937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/ode-to-potato-chip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Lying on the death bed&lt;br /&gt;and looking to the sky&lt;br /&gt;I've just a few more minutes&lt;br /&gt;to find a reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd take my life in disregard&lt;br /&gt;of anything I say&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes are blind with vengeance&lt;br /&gt;a man must die today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I look a lot alike&lt;br /&gt;the man who fired the gun&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm lying in the death house&lt;br /&gt;and he's out on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In jail there's no innocence&lt;br /&gt;We're all guilty as we're named&lt;br /&gt;but as I sleep the endless night&lt;br /&gt;I'll know how justice was defamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot right this wrong you do&lt;br /&gt;and many wouldn't try&lt;br /&gt;When fear grows past all reason&lt;br /&gt;Today a man must die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up&lt;br /&gt;Stop the killing&lt;br /&gt;Give it up&lt;br /&gt;Bring the peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up&lt;br /&gt;Stop the killing&lt;br /&gt;Live it up&lt;br /&gt;Live in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't need to happen&lt;br /&gt;There's no more need to cry&lt;br /&gt;Your life need not be torment&lt;br /&gt;Today all men can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up&lt;br /&gt;Stop the killing&lt;br /&gt;Give it up&lt;br /&gt;Bring the peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up&lt;br /&gt;Stop the killing&lt;br /&gt;Live it up&lt;br /&gt;Live in peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-8250119815833328300?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8250119815833328300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-men-can-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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pen is said so mighty&lt;br /&gt;against the power of the sword&lt;br /&gt;but there's weakness in revenge&lt;br /&gt;the strength lies in accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They set out in their bloodlust&lt;br /&gt;for a war of a hundred years&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing left behind it&lt;br /&gt;save a thousand mother's tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still they kept on fighting&lt;br /&gt;with no-one knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;The elders told the fighters,&lt;br /&gt;the enemy must die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it might be different&lt;br /&gt;if the fighters stayed at home&lt;br /&gt;and the elders fought the battles&lt;br /&gt;but fought them all alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-1175022489762436138?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-7619850709060366242</id><published>2010-07-14T19:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:42:18.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Riders</title><content type='html'>The castle's five days ride from here&lt;br /&gt;The horses ran their best&lt;br /&gt;but it's time to take the saddles off&lt;br /&gt;and let the great beasts rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through battle, storm and danger'd night&lt;br /&gt;They rode on for the queen&lt;br /&gt;Facing horrors in such multitudes&lt;br /&gt;as no knight has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called them to her service&lt;br /&gt;to defend the castle's pride&lt;br /&gt;The danger was so great a thing&lt;br /&gt;That only they would ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through cataclysmic tumult&lt;br /&gt;and with dragons overhead&lt;br /&gt;The riders knew the fury&lt;br /&gt;That they'd likely face ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were riding for the lady&lt;br /&gt;as there's none so pure in life&lt;br /&gt;They'd ride until the end of days&lt;br /&gt;as one will take her as his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll give her heart to the bravest man&lt;br /&gt;whose nobility can save her&lt;br /&gt;She cries out for her freedom&lt;br /&gt;from the state that would enslave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In statecraft and in magic&lt;br /&gt;There's little one can see&lt;br /&gt;The former seeks to chain men&lt;br /&gt;The magic sets them free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message came so long ago&lt;br /&gt;now there's very little time&lt;br /&gt;They'll stay here just a little while&lt;br /&gt;In morning's light they ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-7619850709060366242?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7619850709060366242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/riders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7619850709060366242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/7619850709060366242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/riders.html' title='The Riders'/><author><name>Silas Scarborough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152407256780002310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-1110097779993573717</id><published>2010-07-14T19:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:36:54.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walpurgisnacht</title><content type='html'>In life's love,&lt;br /&gt;a love unlearned&lt;br /&gt;and heedless spurned,&lt;br /&gt;lies crying.&lt;br /&gt;In love's life,&lt;br /&gt;the maiden lives,&lt;br /&gt;the suitor gives,&lt;br /&gt;both sighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fleeting touch&lt;br /&gt;of angel's wings&lt;br /&gt;She comes again,&lt;br /&gt;before you sings.&lt;br /&gt;You turn away,&lt;br /&gt;to panicked flight.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes pursue,&lt;br /&gt;the memory stings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luminous&lt;br /&gt;in tapestry&lt;br /&gt;of life and love&lt;br /&gt;and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;of a bygone time&lt;br /&gt;in a world now&lt;br /&gt;torn asunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it came&lt;br /&gt;Walpurgisnacht.&lt;br /&gt;The spirits&lt;br /&gt;flew around us.&lt;br /&gt;The timeless dark&lt;br /&gt;of endless night&lt;br /&gt;wrapped close until&lt;br /&gt;they found us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In flying, fleeting,&lt;br /&gt;flowing rush,&lt;br /&gt;In heady dreams,&lt;br /&gt;in love's first blush.&lt;br /&gt;In dawn's brave light,&lt;br /&gt;this thing we'll miss,&lt;br /&gt;In time of love,&lt;br /&gt;in time this kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-1110097779993573717?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1110097779993573717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a8Lwzxfnqw8/SNZoyOIyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjs2KsGuLdU/S220/galaxy-guitar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659771079057553423.post-5838429359459188808</id><published>2010-07-14T19:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:33:51.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day in May</title><content type='html'>We danced beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Made love 'til morning&lt;br /&gt;Flew past the orb of Mars&lt;br /&gt;Until the dawning&lt;br /&gt;Then it came&lt;br /&gt;Sun rose again&lt;br /&gt;A new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning through the night&lt;br /&gt;We trailed stardust&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty sight&lt;br /&gt;Was just between us&lt;br /&gt;Came the breeze&lt;br /&gt;that blew it all away&lt;br /&gt;as it may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavens sang our song&lt;br /&gt;as long we flew there&lt;br /&gt;a melody of love&lt;br /&gt;that only two share.&lt;br /&gt;Ends the song&lt;br /&gt;quiet comes again&lt;br /&gt;and fades away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the love&lt;br /&gt;It's always calling&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the rain&lt;br /&gt;It's always falling&lt;br /&gt;Black the sky&lt;br /&gt;It only seems that way&lt;br /&gt;This day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in May&lt;br /&gt;It's going to find you&lt;br /&gt;That bright day&lt;br /&gt;It's going to blind you&lt;br /&gt;In it's way&lt;br /&gt;it's coming back for you&lt;br /&gt;some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in May&lt;br /&gt;It's going to find you&lt;br /&gt;That bright day&lt;br /&gt;It's going to blind you&lt;br /&gt;In it's way&lt;br /&gt;it's coming back for you&lt;br /&gt;some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-5838429359459188808?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I think I've one more song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busker blues on village sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;come alive when you will play&lt;br /&gt;and strings are so much sweeter&lt;br /&gt;when you have no place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;You do it for the music&lt;br /&gt;There's just no other choice&lt;br /&gt;It's the sound you love forever&lt;br /&gt;It's your finest voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-3855042678890729622?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3855042678890729622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/looking-for-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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in nature's love,&lt;br /&gt;rocks round sweet water's way,&lt;br /&gt;Soft sparkles light the morning&lt;br /&gt;soft whispers light this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've stepped one to another&lt;br /&gt;as we crossed this tiny brook&lt;br /&gt;There's a place that we can go&lt;br /&gt;where only we have looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew that it was over&lt;br /&gt;before ever it could flower&lt;br /&gt;as the warlords thundered freedom&lt;br /&gt;and drew close the final hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distant birds shrieked their terror&lt;br /&gt;as the soldiers marched below&lt;br /&gt;No safety in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;there's nowhere they could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen the savage cruelty,&lt;br /&gt;sere deserts left in waste,&lt;br /&gt;as those who would be kings&lt;br /&gt;left all the world debased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've sent them to the fields,&lt;br /&gt;these pretenders to the throne,&lt;br /&gt;We're released from their torment&lt;br /&gt;The dragons have all flown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there will be&lt;br /&gt;just one day in my life&lt;br /&gt;then let me spend it&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there will be&lt;br /&gt;just one day in my life&lt;br /&gt;then let me spend it&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've skirted misty lakes&lt;br /&gt;in verdant foreign lands&lt;br /&gt;we've flown the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;and all the stars it spans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've sewn the seed of magic&lt;br /&gt;and if as magic does&lt;br /&gt;will come the peace forever&lt;br /&gt;will come tomorrow's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there will be&lt;br /&gt;just one day in my life&lt;br /&gt;then let me spend it&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there will be&lt;br /&gt;just one day in my life&lt;br /&gt;then let me spend it&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In errant cause, in mis-cued deed,&lt;br /&gt;in love's lost blind, in things believed&lt;br /&gt;the past is gone, to go again,&lt;br /&gt;and to come not yet conceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've walked beneath the starlight&lt;br /&gt;with spirits in the trees,&lt;br /&gt;now the world's wide open&lt;br /&gt;and our paths are what we please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there will be&lt;br /&gt;just one day in my life&lt;br /&gt;then let me spend it&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there will be&lt;br /&gt;just one day in my life&lt;br /&gt;then let me spend it&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Change up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen death&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;It's like going home&lt;br /&gt;when you just got paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there will be&lt;br /&gt;just one day in my life&lt;br /&gt;then let me spend it&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guitar break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen life&lt;br /&gt;and I've got it made&lt;br /&gt;The sun's alive&lt;br /&gt;but I'm in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if this will be&lt;br /&gt;tbat one day in my life&lt;br /&gt;then let me lie here&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if this will be&lt;br /&gt;tbat one day in my life&lt;br /&gt;then let me lie here&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659771079057553423-2768971873140389213?l=silaswillwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2768971873140389213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silaswillwrite.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-day-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3659771079057553423/posts/default/2768971873140389213'/><link rel='self' 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riding&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hell comes blazing at the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaming from their nostrils&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; their raging hooves strike sparks&lt;br /&gt;Foaming in their anger&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fire will be their mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfumed lords and ladies&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; live so high up on the hill&lt;br /&gt;They squander idle pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as their servants labor still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they've no thought to that&lt;br /&gt;Just to their whim and to their will&lt;br /&gt;Unless it brings them pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it's no consequence; it's nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times gone by, the people rose&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and brought the castles down&lt;br /&gt;The royalty was vanquished&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and the people took the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said it couldn't happen now&lt;br 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