<?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-20092988</id><updated>2011-07-25T02:04:10.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dot to Dot Sky</title><subtitle type='html'>Befuddle Me Not</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>337</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-6689125400301899888</id><published>2008-06-11T15:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:09:25.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>clue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://plasticinedinosaurs.blogspot.com/"&gt;plasticinedinosaurs.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-1872480921570163532</id><published>2008-06-11T15:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:08:11.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>venture elsewhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-1872480921570163532?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1872480921570163532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=1872480921570163532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Beyond the mundane and no way profane&lt;br /&gt;Building terrible traps&lt;br /&gt;That will see me collapse&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the weight of a withering day&lt;br /&gt;Where a nightmare unfolds&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a story well told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me as you find me&lt;br /&gt;Leave me where I’m lost&lt;br /&gt;I’ll confess&lt;br /&gt;To nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Than everything you’ve got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the facts I’m regrettably sure&lt;br /&gt;They’ve bolted the doors&lt;br /&gt;I’m welcome no more&lt;br /&gt;In the parlour of the wayward father&lt;br /&gt;Confessing his sins&lt;br /&gt;To the alleyways bins&lt;br /&gt;Behind the church of later day saints&lt;br /&gt;Baptised in the name&lt;br /&gt;Of my delinquent disdain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me as you find me&lt;br /&gt;Leave me where I’m lost&lt;br /&gt;I’ll confess&lt;br /&gt;To nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Than everything you’ve got&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Look right and left&lt;br /&gt;Listen close&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the hollow&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things you talk me out of&lt;br /&gt;Are the things I long to do&lt;br /&gt;The things that I’m made out of&lt;br /&gt;Are tearing me in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather the troops&lt;br /&gt;Prepare the excuses&lt;br /&gt;We’ll hide on the roof&lt;br /&gt;Until it all passes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things you talk me out of&lt;br /&gt;Are the things I long to do&lt;br /&gt;The things that I’m made out of&lt;br /&gt;Are tearing me in two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8107787796668599767?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8107787796668599767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eskimo Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been everything&lt;br /&gt;To one another&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been your friend&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been your lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s never enough&lt;br /&gt;I always crave the things&lt;br /&gt;I’m not supposed to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like your future and your past&lt;br /&gt;And the things that never last&lt;br /&gt;Like raindrops on roses&lt;br /&gt;Or childhood wishes&lt;br /&gt;And pressing our noses&lt;br /&gt;In Eskimo kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re secluded&lt;br /&gt;In our bubble&lt;br /&gt;Of poetry, prose&lt;br /&gt;And afternoon cuddles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s always enough&lt;br /&gt;I always crave the things&lt;br /&gt;I’m not supposed to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like your future and your past&lt;br /&gt;And the things that never last&lt;br /&gt;Like raindrops on roses&lt;br /&gt;Or childhood wishes&lt;br /&gt;And pressing our noses&lt;br /&gt;In Eskimo kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-3355310298762875440?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3355310298762875440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=3355310298762875440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/3355310298762875440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/3355310298762875440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/eskimo-me-weve-been-everything-to-one.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-4514640365281506739</id><published>2007-10-17T22:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:57:14.218+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You Tell the Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell&lt;br /&gt;It’s a tale of lust and lies&lt;br /&gt;And the wrong girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here’s a new chapter&lt;br /&gt;I wrote it here, today&lt;br /&gt;Love never really mattered&lt;br /&gt;Until you looked my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and I were passers by&lt;br /&gt;Until you had it meet me&lt;br /&gt;There I sighed, ‘you caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;Wandering discreetly’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know me the way you do?&lt;br /&gt;You knot and bow me, I’m tied to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sing the song of solitude&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the words&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness and I were fused&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you’ve heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how the chorus changes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sing it to the world&lt;br /&gt;I’ll rewrite all the pages&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve found the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and I were neighbours&lt;br /&gt;Passing in the hall&lt;br /&gt;She did me no great favours&lt;br /&gt;Until she let us fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know me the way you do?&lt;br /&gt;You knot and bow me, I’m tied to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-4514640365281506739?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8275038538884121586</id><published>2007-10-17T20:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:16:11.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the trouble with me&lt;br /&gt;is the trouble with men&lt;br /&gt;regret what we've done&lt;br /&gt;then do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologise once&lt;br /&gt;and hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;a lesson well learned&lt;br /&gt;is one we'll forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8275038538884121586?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8275038538884121586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>it comes back to haunt&lt;br /&gt;as you grow slowly old&lt;br /&gt;the lies you've told and the dice you've rolled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-7340704854433302803?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7340704854433302803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=7340704854433302803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7340704854433302803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7340704854433302803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-comes-back-to-haunt-as-you-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-393513933489478803</id><published>2007-10-17T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:14:21.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On meeting Carly Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betwixt our dreams&lt;br /&gt;pass images mutual&lt;br /&gt;of acceptance natural&lt;br /&gt;and understanding eventual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-393513933489478803?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/393513933489478803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=393513933489478803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/393513933489478803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/393513933489478803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-meeting-carly-jones-betwixt-our.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8538561104252859388</id><published>2007-10-17T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:13:12.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>take a long hard look at the history book&lt;br /&gt;find a time&lt;br /&gt;to call your own&lt;br /&gt;take another quick peak before you dare speak&lt;br /&gt;find a voice&lt;br /&gt;to call your own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8538561104252859388?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8538561104252859388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>like takes a familiar pattern&lt;br /&gt;i've taken more hits than the hitman hatton&lt;br /&gt;but here we are&lt;br /&gt;still stood tall&lt;br /&gt;and propping up the bar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-5932320976226736033?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5932320976226736033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=5932320976226736033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/5932320976226736033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/5932320976226736033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/like-takes-familiar-pattern-ive-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-6953358166144209060</id><published>2007-10-17T20:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:11:40.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fate's a thousand faded fantasies&lt;br /&gt;falling to the floor&lt;br /&gt;when all your hopes are on the ropes&lt;br /&gt;i'll fight to find you more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-6953358166144209060?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8365821884769527062</id><published>2007-10-17T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:10:50.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a price to pay&lt;br /&gt;for the fame you crave&lt;br /&gt;you'll forget your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the things you've seen&lt;br /&gt;the things you've been&lt;br /&gt;and the things you mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the twisted road to fame&lt;br /&gt;is badly paved&lt;br /&gt;and leads to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hopes and bones&lt;br /&gt;of all the clones&lt;br /&gt;they line the road&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8365821884769527062?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-3010698107728406781</id><published>2007-10-17T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:09:17.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she's a bird of prey...&lt;br /&gt;give her freedom and she'll never fly away&lt;br /&gt;let her spread her wings&lt;br /&gt;and you know she'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;glowing in my eyes, glows afar&lt;br /&gt;as we gaze into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;she shows us where we are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-3010698107728406781?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3010698107728406781/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-3018792252560238247</id><published>2007-10-17T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:07:01.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you talk the talk&lt;br /&gt;but you walk like a two-bit chancer&lt;br /&gt;or a deceitful partner&lt;br /&gt;who swears he'll stay&lt;br /&gt;but they're all the same&lt;br /&gt;they'd sell you out&lt;br /&gt;for a shot at fame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-3018792252560238247?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3018792252560238247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=3018792252560238247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/3018792252560238247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/3018792252560238247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-talk-talk-but-you-walk-like-two-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2177429937984558629</id><published>2007-10-17T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:05:38.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you tell the story of my life... in a nutshell&lt;br /&gt;it's a tale of lust and lies... and the wrong girl&lt;br /&gt;you're pretty but you're petty&lt;br /&gt;and i've got my eye on you&lt;br /&gt;all the feelings you've been stealing&lt;br /&gt;are catching up with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2177429937984558629?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2177429937984558629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=2177429937984558629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2177429937984558629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2177429937984558629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-tell-story-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-181837373143669250</id><published>2007-10-17T20:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:03:49.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hunger (never's now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you’re going hungry&lt;br /&gt;For the song inside your head&lt;br /&gt;Well you’re starved of any talent&lt;br /&gt;And soon it might fall dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pulse is growing weaker&lt;br /&gt;You say you’ll find it… how?&lt;br /&gt;You say it’s now or never&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, never’s now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re just a fucking waster&lt;br /&gt;You’re stringing her along&lt;br /&gt;Stole her glory and her gift&lt;br /&gt;And drowned it in a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How happy will I be&lt;br /&gt;When she’s broken free&lt;br /&gt;Of the ties that bind&lt;br /&gt;To your narrow mind&lt;br /&gt;And the melody of misery&lt;br /&gt;You hum when no-one’s listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you’re going hungry&lt;br /&gt;For the song you wrote in bed&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry it’s put bluntly&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll starve yourself to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success may someday find you&lt;br /&gt;But here’s the honest truth&lt;br /&gt;The only way you’ll get there&lt;br /&gt;Is if she plots the route&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re playing silly buggers&lt;br /&gt;If you let your ego lead&lt;br /&gt;Away from what she’s saying&lt;br /&gt;Cos she’s everything you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How happy will I be&lt;br /&gt;When she’s broken free&lt;br /&gt;Of the ties that bind&lt;br /&gt;To your narrow mind&lt;br /&gt;And the melody of misery&lt;br /&gt;You hum when no-one’s listening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-181837373143669250?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/181837373143669250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=181837373143669250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/181837373143669250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/181837373143669250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/hunger-nevers-now-you-say-youre-going.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-6560849316919959499</id><published>2007-10-14T09:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:57:32.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words are a way out&lt;br /&gt;They chip at doubt&lt;br /&gt;Sculpt something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;From my deepest, ugly thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A novel will appear&lt;br /&gt;From behind the sea of tears&lt;br /&gt;We are the moon behind&lt;br /&gt;Each others swaying tides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can clear the mess&lt;br /&gt;Of stacked up sadness&lt;br /&gt;That litters my garden&lt;br /&gt;And will not pardon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itself for the way&lt;br /&gt;We crumble away&lt;br /&gt;Apologies and heart felt things&lt;br /&gt;That the morning light brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are enough to calm me&lt;br /&gt;From the things that harm me&lt;br /&gt;Words are a way in…&lt;br /&gt;They break my skin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-6560849316919959499?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6560849316919959499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=6560849316919959499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/6560849316919959499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/6560849316919959499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/words-are-way-out-they-chip-at-doubt.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8597454222674471536</id><published>2007-10-14T09:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:55:11.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate’s a thousand faded fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Fallen to the floor&lt;br /&gt;When your hopes are on the ropes&lt;br /&gt;You know you’ll grow some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight of your words&lt;br /&gt;Can be a blessing or a burden&lt;br /&gt;Which do we prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Which makes us more certain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings bring good fortune&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no boredom in you burdens&lt;br /&gt;All I know, is if they go&lt;br /&gt;The situation worsens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living half a life&lt;br /&gt;Cardboard children, flat packed wife&lt;br /&gt;May suit the suited city gent&lt;br /&gt;Who cleans his car, pays his rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I crave the indecision&lt;br /&gt;Of chasing half baked visions&lt;br /&gt;Across the rolling tundra&lt;br /&gt;Even as it pulls me under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings bring good fortune&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no boredom in you burdens&lt;br /&gt;All I know, is if they go&lt;br /&gt;The situation worsens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8597454222674471536?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8597454222674471536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=8597454222674471536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8597454222674471536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8597454222674471536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/words-fates-thousand-faded-fantasies.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2313720565903146806</id><published>2007-10-14T09:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:53:41.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dead Soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am&lt;br /&gt;All that I could have been&lt;br /&gt;Everything slips&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gutter and the garden&lt;br /&gt;Where the weeds of wonder grow&lt;br /&gt;And I know it’s not your problem&lt;br /&gt;Where the things I’m feeling go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll dance in the valley where dead things go&lt;br /&gt;The vast museum of soldiers and souls&lt;br /&gt;Faded and jaded and put on display&lt;br /&gt;Where death and despair refuse to decay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2313720565903146806?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2313720565903146806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=2313720565903146806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2313720565903146806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2313720565903146806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/dead-soldiers-all-that-i-am-all-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-5449593510108319730</id><published>2007-10-14T09:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:52:39.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tie a Ribbon now a Rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faces are dusted&lt;br /&gt;With the remnants of the past&lt;br /&gt;Where the windows are busted&lt;br /&gt;And the floor’s just broken glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is a ruin&lt;br /&gt;The dreams we had are lost&lt;br /&gt;We dunno what we’re doing&lt;br /&gt;Stacking boxes in the loft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many faces&lt;br /&gt;Walk the corridors&lt;br /&gt;Talking of the places&lt;br /&gt;They’ve never met before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh won’t you take me back&lt;br /&gt;To the home we had&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone was lonely&lt;br /&gt;Lonely in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;And everything we did&lt;br /&gt;We did for one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden’s over growing&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are tangled in the mouths&lt;br /&gt;Of the weeds that brush a ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Carved from darkened clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is not a home&lt;br /&gt;It’s a cube that once held hope&lt;br /&gt;Where I hang around alone&lt;br /&gt;On a ribbon, now a rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many faces&lt;br /&gt;Walk the corridors&lt;br /&gt;Talking of the places&lt;br /&gt;They’ve never met before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh won’t you take me back&lt;br /&gt;To the home we had&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone was lonely&lt;br /&gt;Lonely in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;And everything we did&lt;br /&gt;We did for one another&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-5449593510108319730?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-1517059234076676123</id><published>2007-10-14T09:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:52:19.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reveal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re in and out of fashion&lt;br /&gt;The things that shape my passion&lt;br /&gt;Romance and revelation&lt;br /&gt;And the hopes of a nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where you began&lt;br /&gt;Decides where you’ll end up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life falls like autumn leaves&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll always believe&lt;br /&gt;Romance and revelation&lt;br /&gt;Are the only destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place you set your heart on&lt;br /&gt;Is the place you have to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to imagine&lt;br /&gt;That old age dulls the passion&lt;br /&gt;Romance and revelation&lt;br /&gt;They blur the generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find a time of comfort&lt;br /&gt;Settle in the seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By way of explanation&lt;br /&gt;Romance and revelation&lt;br /&gt;Are the only thing to cling to&lt;br /&gt;When the answers will not come&lt;br /&gt;Believe in what you’re feeling&lt;br /&gt;And not in things you hold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-1517059234076676123?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1517059234076676123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=1517059234076676123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1517059234076676123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1517059234076676123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/reveal-theyre-in-and-out-of-fashion.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-5884804150995374986</id><published>2007-10-14T09:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:51:35.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>untitled oct 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They deliver me from evil&lt;br /&gt;From the devilish&lt;br /&gt;And the dark&lt;br /&gt;They take on my upheaval&lt;br /&gt;And the revival&lt;br /&gt;Of my art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turn my hand to arming&lt;br /&gt;The insurgents and their sons&lt;br /&gt;Who’ll sketch by hand&lt;br /&gt;The Holy land&lt;br /&gt;And what it may become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this time looking you never really saw&lt;br /&gt;true leaders lead away from war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They carry all my burdens&lt;br /&gt;Through the dramas&lt;br /&gt;And the dark&lt;br /&gt;They draw back the curtains&lt;br /&gt;And the questions&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turn my hand to palming&lt;br /&gt;The placid people off&lt;br /&gt;They long to reach&lt;br /&gt;The bloody beach&lt;br /&gt;And pepper it with bombs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this time looking you never really saw&lt;br /&gt;true leaders lead away from war&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-5884804150995374986?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-6245098395705490684</id><published>2007-10-14T09:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:51:00.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photo Fading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s a girl to do with a point of view&lt;br /&gt;But no voice left to raise it&lt;br /&gt;What’s a girl to say when they turn away&lt;br /&gt;And she knows no words can change it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a gloomy day&lt;br /&gt;When you break away&lt;br /&gt;But your freedom sits disjointed&lt;br /&gt;It’s a stormy night&lt;br /&gt;When you find your life&lt;br /&gt;Is one that no one wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s a boy to do with a point to prove&lt;br /&gt;When nobody will listen&lt;br /&gt;What’s a boy to think chained to a sink&lt;br /&gt;In someone else’s kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a gloomy day&lt;br /&gt;When you break away&lt;br /&gt;But your freedom sits disjointed&lt;br /&gt;It’s a stormy night&lt;br /&gt;When you find your life&lt;br /&gt;Is one that no one wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do, there’s a lot to lose&lt;br /&gt;And hope’s a photo, fading&lt;br /&gt;What am I to find if I clear my mind&lt;br /&gt;To see why it keeps changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a gloomy day&lt;br /&gt;When you break away&lt;br /&gt;But your freedom sits disjointed&lt;br /&gt;It’s a stormy night&lt;br /&gt;When you find your life&lt;br /&gt;Is one that no one wanted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-6245098395705490684?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6245098395705490684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=6245098395705490684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/6245098395705490684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/6245098395705490684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/photo-fading-whats-girl-to-do-with.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8567084867515632796</id><published>2007-10-14T09:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:50:33.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moving On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m moving on&lt;br /&gt;We thought this thing might float&lt;br /&gt;We proved us wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re too intense&lt;br /&gt;Intrigue turns inertia&lt;br /&gt;You don’t make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not you, it’s me”&lt;br /&gt;We’ll both probably say it&lt;br /&gt;But you know it’s me&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s you&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fix it&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m moving on&lt;br /&gt;We tried to tether trust&lt;br /&gt;But it won’t belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m too intense&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I’m writing&lt;br /&gt;It’s all pretence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not you, it’s me”&lt;br /&gt;We’ll both probably say it&lt;br /&gt;But you know it’s me&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s you&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fix it&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8567084867515632796?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8567084867515632796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=8567084867515632796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8567084867515632796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8567084867515632796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/moving-on-im-moving-on-we-thought-this.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-1720528465050783993</id><published>2007-10-14T09:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:50:11.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over the Edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you turn back&lt;br /&gt;You might just see&lt;br /&gt;A shadow of the gallows&lt;br /&gt;That seem to follow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pin-pricked&lt;br /&gt;And the energy seeps out&lt;br /&gt;I’m desolate&lt;br /&gt;And I’m destined to the doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things they send to test me&lt;br /&gt;Are the only things I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Like the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;Over the edge&lt;br /&gt;Of an Earth always spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So best foot forward&lt;br /&gt;Wander free of me&lt;br /&gt;I’m destined to something&lt;br /&gt;That people shouldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m dumb struck&lt;br /&gt;But they all just say I’m dumb&lt;br /&gt;but I’m not fucked&lt;br /&gt;I curse the things I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things they send to test me&lt;br /&gt;Are the only things I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Like the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;Over the edge&lt;br /&gt;Of an Earth always spinning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-1720528465050783993?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1720528465050783993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=1720528465050783993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1720528465050783993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1720528465050783993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/over-edge-when-you-turn-back-you-might.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-1243828718268249106</id><published>2007-10-14T09:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:49:32.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Circus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life took herself too serious&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;How it leaves me cold and curious&lt;br /&gt;Til the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope in dropping off&lt;br /&gt;I might find&lt;br /&gt;Why the things I cannot stop&lt;br /&gt;They fill my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So travel with me&lt;br /&gt;Into the heart of a city&lt;br /&gt;Where no one ever sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And the circus never leaves&lt;br /&gt;So travel with me&lt;br /&gt;Dig the roots of my pity&lt;br /&gt;Where no one ever sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And the circus never leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been the death of me&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;I’ll play upon the infamy&lt;br /&gt;Of a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope in opting out&lt;br /&gt;I get the chance&lt;br /&gt;To lead the more devout&lt;br /&gt;A merry dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So travel with me&lt;br /&gt;Into the heart of a city&lt;br /&gt;Where no one ever sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And the circus never leaves&lt;br /&gt;So travel with me&lt;br /&gt;Dig the roots of my pity&lt;br /&gt;Where no one ever sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And the circus never leaves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-1243828718268249106?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1243828718268249106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=1243828718268249106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1243828718268249106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1243828718268249106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/10/circus-life-took-herself-too-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-994450429381458767</id><published>2007-10-14T09:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:48:54.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elusive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Rather than lose you&lt;br /&gt;I blamed myself&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else&lt;br /&gt;For the corridor you wandered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you&lt;br /&gt;And confused you&lt;br /&gt;I blamed our game&lt;br /&gt;Of subtle shame&lt;br /&gt;For every chance you’ve squandered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My truths remain elusive&lt;br /&gt;I had my way then slipped away&lt;br /&gt;My confessions are inconclusive&lt;br /&gt;I speak my mind in riddles, rhymes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you&lt;br /&gt;For betraying me&lt;br /&gt;I should have learned&lt;br /&gt;My back was turned&lt;br /&gt;And you let some footnote use you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you&lt;br /&gt;For delaying me&lt;br /&gt;If I could have&lt;br /&gt;My past life back&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure that I’d choose you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My truths remain elusive&lt;br /&gt;I had my way then slipped away&lt;br /&gt;My confessions are inconclusive&lt;br /&gt;I speak my mind in riddles, rhymes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-994450429381458767?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/994450429381458767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Indigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn away again&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get used to&lt;br /&gt;Falling through the gap between&lt;br /&gt;Where you find sleep and I find dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look away again&lt;br /&gt;While I’m changing&lt;br /&gt;Pick the seems of who I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;Speak fragments of the things I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you awake, I need to know&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are turning indigo&lt;br /&gt;So give me a minute&lt;br /&gt;Leave your dream unfinished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll write our story on the wall&lt;br /&gt;We’ll tell them all&lt;br /&gt;I’ll unbutton my heart&lt;br /&gt;It’s a start, you say&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of reaching&lt;br /&gt;For a star a wish too far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-6568284504791354988?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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my tongue so often&lt;br /&gt;It’s permanently blood&lt;br /&gt;And where all my fear’s forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I guess it must be love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s daylight hiding&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the gloom&lt;br /&gt;We’ll have to let some light in&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only see what you want to see&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder what you see in me&lt;br /&gt;I bite my tongue so often&lt;br /&gt;It’s permanently blood&lt;br /&gt;And where all my fear’s forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I guess it must be love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8836541588827479178?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8836541588827479178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Armada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fears&lt;br /&gt;Are nothing new&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had them years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in your bed&lt;br /&gt;I might have said&lt;br /&gt;I’ve shed the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To float a new armada&lt;br /&gt;And sail the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;With destiny and a ha’penny&lt;br /&gt;And my back turned to the breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time&lt;br /&gt;Will play again&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in your heart&lt;br /&gt;My life departs&lt;br /&gt;And will not shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So float a new armada&lt;br /&gt;And sail the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;With destiny and a ha’penny&lt;br /&gt;And my back turned to the breeze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2013539394429415288?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-5629309379005883813</id><published>2007-10-14T09:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:46:02.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Upon the beach of my imagination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write today&lt;br /&gt;to right the wrongs of my yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the best way&lt;br /&gt;To say&lt;br /&gt;That my words get in my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you bore me&lt;br /&gt;I adore me&lt;br /&gt;For I turn that sighed emotion&lt;br /&gt;Into a notion&lt;br /&gt;Or an ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of tears&lt;br /&gt;That drown my fears&lt;br /&gt;And float ideas&lt;br /&gt;Along a tide&lt;br /&gt;That my plainest dreams abide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the heart ache&lt;br /&gt;That you make&lt;br /&gt;That which I take&lt;br /&gt;And craft a subtle tale&lt;br /&gt;To show you how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cold heart&lt;br /&gt;Could never see me part&lt;br /&gt;From my one true lust&lt;br /&gt;That which says I must&lt;br /&gt;Throw sand grains to the sky, gold dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See them, on breezes, glitter&lt;br /&gt;It never fails to rid the bitter&lt;br /&gt;After taste&lt;br /&gt;Of our affection gone to waste&lt;br /&gt;On a lover running late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her own life&lt;br /&gt;In the skin of a washed up wife&lt;br /&gt;Over which she drags a knife&lt;br /&gt;But no blood seeps&lt;br /&gt;Or slowly weeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her heart is stone&lt;br /&gt;Skimmed alone&lt;br /&gt;Across the surface of the spray&lt;br /&gt;I write today&lt;br /&gt;To right the wrongs of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And craft with calloused hands&lt;br /&gt;A tomorrow on the pebbled sands&lt;br /&gt;Where failure and fear&lt;br /&gt;Can disappear&lt;br /&gt;Washed up relics, dried beneath the pier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wooden spine&lt;br /&gt;That stretches out in time&lt;br /&gt;To the swaying tide&lt;br /&gt;That hides&lt;br /&gt;The truth that sails inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head&lt;br /&gt;Where all she’s said&lt;br /&gt;Is casting arc thrown nets&lt;br /&gt;That tangle with regrets&lt;br /&gt;That I fear I may forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus make again&lt;br /&gt;the same mistakes of men&lt;br /&gt;who let love bathe&lt;br /&gt;in some unlit cave&lt;br /&gt;where they never gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it time to float&lt;br /&gt;or board the boat&lt;br /&gt;with subtlety&lt;br /&gt;or destiny&lt;br /&gt;or good old fashioned piracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so I’ll never&lt;br /&gt;have that treasure&lt;br /&gt;that fate would have us find together&lt;br /&gt;those things, now out of reach&lt;br /&gt;never wash up on my beach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-4227816408413360617</id><published>2007-09-06T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:17:51.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Boy In Awe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she makes a boy like me so proud&lt;br /&gt;open hearts and minds speak loud&lt;br /&gt;talking of the things held deep&lt;br /&gt;find inside the strength to speak&lt;br /&gt;to let things out that hold much weight&lt;br /&gt;to clear the junk and decorate&lt;br /&gt;your feelings with earthy, worthy tones&lt;br /&gt;and scrape the moss from long sat stones&lt;br /&gt;the guilt you feel it says so much&lt;br /&gt;you're a kind, warm girl who floats on love&lt;br /&gt;it's not a game of blame you play&lt;br /&gt;it's sorting thoughts and fears away&lt;br /&gt;it's beautiful, the strength you find&lt;br /&gt;to organise the past behind&lt;br /&gt;and make the present pure for you&lt;br /&gt;and find one future from our two&lt;br /&gt;your bravery leaves this boy in awe&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so proud, I couldn't love you more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-4227816408413360617?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4227816408413360617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=4227816408413360617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/4227816408413360617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/4227816408413360617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/boy-in-awe-she-makes-boy-like-me-so.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-7521056758112128375</id><published>2007-09-06T01:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:26:48.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she's not the marrying type&lt;br /&gt;but that's alright&lt;br /&gt;pieces of paper and wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;are tiny things&lt;br /&gt;but our souls forever merged&lt;br /&gt;are bigger than the universe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-7521056758112128375?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7521056758112128375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=7521056758112128375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7521056758112128375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7521056758112128375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/shes-not-marrying-type-but-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8820174110342261782</id><published>2007-09-06T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:24:27.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I Ever Wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing you to sleep&lt;br /&gt;with your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;I try my best&lt;br /&gt;but the words are wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I ever wanted was a you to call my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paint you a picture&lt;br /&gt;of your favourite day&lt;br /&gt;I try my best&lt;br /&gt;but the colours fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I ever wanted was a you to call my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk you home&lt;br /&gt;every day&lt;br /&gt;I try my best&lt;br /&gt;but forget the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I ever wanted was a you to call my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pin your hopes&lt;br /&gt;to shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;I try my best&lt;br /&gt;but they move too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I ever wanted was a you to call my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8820174110342261782?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8820174110342261782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=8820174110342261782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8820174110342261782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8820174110342261782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-i-ever-wanted-i-sing-you-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-3609264786742810986</id><published>2007-09-06T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:01:01.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you've got more answers&lt;br /&gt;than I've got questions&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are mapped out&lt;br /&gt;and you have the directions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-3609264786742810986?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3609264786742810986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=3609264786742810986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/3609264786742810986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/3609264786742810986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/youve-got-more-answers-than-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8943065256303751474</id><published>2007-09-06T00:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:57:00.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AaBb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves him&lt;br /&gt;and she loathes him&lt;br /&gt;fuck knows where it's heading&lt;br /&gt;she plans his funeral&lt;br /&gt;and it's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;but then she'll plan his wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he dates her&lt;br /&gt;but he hates her&lt;br /&gt;and he won't treat her with caution&lt;br /&gt;he fucks her&lt;br /&gt;then he chucks her&lt;br /&gt;and insists on the abortion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8943065256303751474?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8943065256303751474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=8943065256303751474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8943065256303751474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8943065256303751474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/aabb-she-loves-him-and-she-loathes-him.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-3670365532462969917</id><published>2007-09-06T00:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:48:30.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm leaving in the morning&lt;br /&gt;so pass me one last kiss&lt;br /&gt;a memory of something&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me not to do it&lt;br /&gt;and I'll unpack my case&lt;br /&gt;settle back beside you&lt;br /&gt;wipe the worry from your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies are hollow&lt;br /&gt;when I keep on doing wrong&lt;br /&gt;but think about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and I need a ride&lt;br /&gt;we'll whisper all the way&lt;br /&gt;and I'll get you back on side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving in the morning&lt;br /&gt;one more chance&lt;br /&gt;you smile, it's a warning&lt;br /&gt;one last merry dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you lead me on&lt;br /&gt;and do me wrong&lt;br /&gt;pull the wings from flying things&lt;br /&gt;and let us wander on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-3670365532462969917?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3670365532462969917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=3670365532462969917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/3670365532462969917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/3670365532462969917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-leaving-in-morning-so-pass-me-one.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-4321650882913702561</id><published>2007-09-05T16:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:57:36.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I'm dismayed&lt;br /&gt;the edges of our loose arrangement&lt;br /&gt;are growing frayed&lt;br /&gt;but it's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll sow patches&lt;br /&gt;across the gaps between us&lt;br /&gt;for time it snatches&lt;br /&gt;life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless we stop&lt;br /&gt;to rearrange things grown disordered.&lt;br /&gt;it's all we've got&lt;br /&gt;it's all I'll say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-4321650882913702561?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4321650882913702561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=4321650882913702561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/4321650882913702561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/4321650882913702561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-im-dismayed-edges-of-our-loose.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2922917564976250432</id><published>2007-09-05T13:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:14:04.608+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>her ramblings on a train&lt;br /&gt;of thought&lt;br /&gt;speak volumes&lt;br /&gt;of the life i sought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2922917564976250432?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2922917564976250432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=2922917564976250432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2922917564976250432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2922917564976250432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/her-ramblings-on-train-of-thought-speak.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-800211814834813956</id><published>2007-09-05T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:44:32.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if the poem's about you&lt;br /&gt;you will know&lt;br /&gt;they feel warm and true&lt;br /&gt;and they glow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-800211814834813956?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/800211814834813956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=800211814834813956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/800211814834813956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/800211814834813956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-poems-about-you-you-will-know-they.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-4646599591777643204</id><published>2007-09-05T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:42:17.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i used to find it funny&lt;br /&gt;i had one hand&lt;br /&gt;but when i lay it on your tummy&lt;br /&gt;i understand&lt;br /&gt;one hand to hold&lt;br /&gt;is all you need from me&lt;br /&gt;if i may be so bold&lt;br /&gt;to say i see&lt;br /&gt;my touch can be discrete&lt;br /&gt;i've hands enough&lt;br /&gt;i once felt incomplete&lt;br /&gt;but you brought love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-4646599591777643204?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4646599591777643204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=4646599591777643204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/4646599591777643204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/4646599591777643204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-used-to-find-it-funny-i-had-one-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-5896043410150591792</id><published>2007-09-05T11:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:36:42.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want my words to carry weight&lt;br /&gt;but they'll crush me&lt;br /&gt;when they make you hesitate&lt;br /&gt;and ask a question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you threaten not to speak&lt;br /&gt;why not just kill me&lt;br /&gt;i've been cut, i watch me bleed&lt;br /&gt;you always heal me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd give my life to you&lt;br /&gt;and not regret it&lt;br /&gt;you're everything here and now&lt;br /&gt;don't forget it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-5896043410150591792?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5896043410150591792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=5896043410150591792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/5896043410150591792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/5896043410150591792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-my-words-to-carry-weight-but.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-819404358362266404</id><published>2007-09-05T10:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:48:16.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he hates the way&lt;br /&gt;she'll always say&lt;br /&gt;the wrong thing&lt;br /&gt;but she says it so often&lt;br /&gt;he's almost forgotten&lt;br /&gt;if her words mean anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-819404358362266404?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/819404358362266404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=819404358362266404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/819404358362266404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/819404358362266404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/he-hates-way-shell-always-say-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-516149592673746341</id><published>2007-09-05T10:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:26:07.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;it always plays&lt;br /&gt;it's like they know&lt;br /&gt;throughout the day&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me how we feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that scent in the air&lt;br /&gt;it finds my nose&lt;br /&gt;and when it's there&lt;br /&gt;my heartbeat shows&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me that you're real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take me to the place&lt;br /&gt;where we met&lt;br /&gt;once long ago&lt;br /&gt;and show me the face&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget&lt;br /&gt;and tell me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me so many many stories of the dreams we'll split in two&lt;br /&gt;take our hearts, swap the halves, and hold tight to something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that book on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;i've read it twice&lt;br /&gt;not for myself&lt;br /&gt;but because you like&lt;br /&gt;the way it tells our tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that autumn breeze&lt;br /&gt;it brings us close&lt;br /&gt;here, i feel free&lt;br /&gt;and how it shows&lt;br /&gt;i know you're with me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take me to the place&lt;br /&gt;where we met&lt;br /&gt;once long ago&lt;br /&gt;and show me the face&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget&lt;br /&gt;and tell me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me so many many stories of the dreams we'll split in two&lt;br /&gt;take our hearts, swap the halves, and hold tight to something new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-516149592673746341?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8208024591149568005</id><published>2007-09-05T09:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:05:58.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you'll see&lt;br /&gt;the things you see in me&lt;br /&gt;i'm blinded to them&lt;br /&gt;momentarily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ego fits&lt;br /&gt;in that hollow space it sits&lt;br /&gt;i'm better than everyone&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a writer&lt;br /&gt;i chase success&lt;br /&gt;i think it's there, in reach&lt;br /&gt;as a lover&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure less&lt;br /&gt;but myself i'll have to teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to accept the fact you love me&lt;br /&gt;as much as i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8208024591149568005?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8208024591149568005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=8208024591149568005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8208024591149568005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8208024591149568005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/youll-see-things-you-see-in-me-im.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-6024685566121744084</id><published>2007-09-05T09:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:48:11.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>make a note, my boy&lt;br /&gt;the sympathy vote&lt;br /&gt;is in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;you'll pull it out&lt;br /&gt;when they least expect it&lt;br /&gt;don't neglect it&lt;br /&gt;the foot in a door&lt;br /&gt;a foot on the ladder&lt;br /&gt;dignity won't matter&lt;br /&gt;it's not where you're going&lt;br /&gt;it's how you get there quick&lt;br /&gt;pray on the warmth&lt;br /&gt;and make it stick&lt;br /&gt;when there's pity in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;that judge you.&lt;br /&gt;talent's never enough&lt;br /&gt;the one thing people love&lt;br /&gt;is a sob story told&lt;br /&gt;with a narrators tongue&lt;br /&gt;that despises the way&lt;br /&gt;it apologises&lt;br /&gt;for being born that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-6024685566121744084?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6024685566121744084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=6024685566121744084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/6024685566121744084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/6024685566121744084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/make-note-my-boy-sympathy-vote-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-1664456547701782893</id><published>2007-09-05T09:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:40:28.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>take a final look at the history book&lt;br /&gt;as i drop it from the balcony&lt;br /&gt;you make a present of my future&lt;br /&gt;from a hollow past, it's alchemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm awkward in my skin at times&lt;br /&gt;but you made it comfortable&lt;br /&gt;to converse fluent with the mirror&lt;br /&gt;without turning it to the wall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-1664456547701782893?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1664456547701782893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=1664456547701782893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1664456547701782893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1664456547701782893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-final-look-at-history-book-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-698972444922541804</id><published>2007-09-05T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:36:33.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at 3am&lt;br /&gt;the demons settled again&lt;br /&gt;i shoo them out&lt;br /&gt;but the scent of doubt&lt;br /&gt;left a trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel it here&lt;br /&gt;paranoia feeds a fear&lt;br /&gt;she's too good for me&lt;br /&gt;she'll always be&lt;br /&gt;that step above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm history&lt;br /&gt;delete every trace of me&lt;br /&gt;it's not the end&lt;br /&gt;i'll start again&lt;br /&gt;to suit my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i settle back&lt;br /&gt;into the life i have&lt;br /&gt;her pedestal&lt;br /&gt;it says it all&lt;br /&gt;i am blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not by god&lt;br /&gt;or the grace i've got&lt;br /&gt;but by the girl&lt;br /&gt;who curves the world&lt;br /&gt;across our horizon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-698972444922541804?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/698972444922541804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=698972444922541804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/698972444922541804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/698972444922541804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-3am-demons-settled-again-i-shoo-them.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2986296987236840634</id><published>2007-09-05T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:13:26.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Your Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, I love the songs&lt;br /&gt;you whispered in my ear&lt;br /&gt;but last night, it wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;i didn't feel you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't recognise you&lt;br /&gt;in the melody that rolled&lt;br /&gt;from someone elses tongue&lt;br /&gt;and a pen you didn't hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm narrow minded&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i ask too much&lt;br /&gt;but your words are full of beauty,&lt;br /&gt;your words reach out and touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sing a song for me&lt;br /&gt;one that holds your essence&lt;br /&gt;one full of Carlyness&lt;br /&gt;stamped heavy with your presence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2986296987236840634?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2986296987236840634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=2986296987236840634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2986296987236840634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2986296987236840634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-words-dont-get-me-wrong-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-7189922294922573693</id><published>2007-09-05T03:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T03:29:33.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;300&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milestones are there to pass&lt;br /&gt;but life's too fast&lt;br /&gt;i get wrapped up&lt;br /&gt;in situations&lt;br /&gt;that compromise&lt;br /&gt;my complications&lt;br /&gt;my ambitions&lt;br /&gt;and visions&lt;br /&gt;show me a future&lt;br /&gt;the i grab at, fingers tensed&lt;br /&gt;it all makes sense&lt;br /&gt;at last&lt;br /&gt;life's too fast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-7189922294922573693?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7189922294922573693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=7189922294922573693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7189922294922573693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7189922294922573693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/300-milestones-are-there-to-pass-but.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8932437250697662267</id><published>2007-09-05T01:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T02:04:20.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the doors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise for sleeping&lt;br /&gt;in your bed all afternoon&lt;br /&gt;i never thought you'd notice&lt;br /&gt;from the corner of the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where you were pressing daises&lt;br /&gt;and daisy massaged yours&lt;br /&gt;you really should have woke me&lt;br /&gt;instead of slamming doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos now they're off their hinges&lt;br /&gt;and don't sit in the frame&lt;br /&gt;out of the frame? unhinged?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you're the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't a marriage&lt;br /&gt;it's a makeshift mockery&lt;br /&gt;we sleep on dirty sheets&lt;br /&gt;and broken crockery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i love you like no other&lt;br /&gt;and i adore the things you said&lt;br /&gt;when you told me that you need me&lt;br /&gt;as you sent me back to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8932437250697662267?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8932437250697662267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=8932437250697662267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8932437250697662267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8932437250697662267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/doors-i-apologise-for-sleeping-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2075201789359253375</id><published>2007-09-05T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:55:32.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>but for your past&lt;br /&gt;i may have been your future&lt;br /&gt;it's the way to start a song&lt;br /&gt;that's not a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2075201789359253375?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2075201789359253375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=2075201789359253375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2075201789359253375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2075201789359253375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/but-for-your-past-i-may-have-been-your.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-7846267810721691164</id><published>2007-09-05T01:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:46:06.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stand Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's an angry mob standing&lt;br /&gt;on the landing of our home&lt;br /&gt;saying i've been playing&lt;br /&gt;where i shouldn't be playing&lt;br /&gt;and they've come to pick my bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those skeletons in the closet&lt;br /&gt;are playing hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;from the violence&lt;br /&gt;swallowing silence&lt;br /&gt;too scared to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we'll all stand up&lt;br /&gt;put a hand up, start calling&lt;br /&gt;in faith, unite&lt;br /&gt;and fight the fight&lt;br /&gt;in the name of the fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_Shepard"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_Shepard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-7846267810721691164?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7846267810721691164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=7846267810721691164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7846267810721691164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7846267810721691164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/stand-up-theres-angry-mob-standing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8041469854726353987</id><published>2007-09-05T01:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:36:24.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Every Dream Would Last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a square in the middle of town&lt;br /&gt;i'll meet you there&lt;br /&gt;dressed in hand-me-downs&lt;br /&gt;with scruffed up hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll say i look familiar&lt;br /&gt;I'll say we felt the same&lt;br /&gt;long ago, i know&lt;br /&gt;but you'll remember my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm the moment in the day&lt;br /&gt;you look away&lt;br /&gt;and catch your own reflection&lt;br /&gt;longing for the past&lt;br /&gt;where we were everything&lt;br /&gt;and every dream would last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a place we used to go&lt;br /&gt;it's smaller now&lt;br /&gt;but how resentment grows&lt;br /&gt;it weighs you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll tell me you've missed me&lt;br /&gt;i'll say 'improve your aim'&lt;br /&gt;you'll regret you ever kissed me&lt;br /&gt;you know i'll feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm the moment in the day&lt;br /&gt;you look away&lt;br /&gt;and catch your own reflection&lt;br /&gt;longing for the past&lt;br /&gt;where we were everything&lt;br /&gt;and every dream would last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8041469854726353987?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8041469854726353987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=8041469854726353987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8041469854726353987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8041469854726353987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/every-dream-would-last-theres-square-in.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-228395109778561522</id><published>2007-09-05T01:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:27:06.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And So She Sings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(first draft)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl with something to say&lt;br /&gt;is quiet tonight&lt;br /&gt;her voice alone could guide the way&lt;br /&gt;it casts a light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's there on the tip of her tongue&lt;br /&gt;and in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;brighter than the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;in summer skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all I know&lt;br /&gt;is that she shows me&lt;br /&gt;where it is a life must go&lt;br /&gt;and all i have&lt;br /&gt;is all she gave me&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad to watch it grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy who always says too much&lt;br /&gt;he makes it worse&lt;br /&gt;he ponders too long on love&lt;br /&gt;and how it works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he never could picture it real,&lt;br /&gt;a love like this.&lt;br /&gt;and more than death he dreads to feel&lt;br /&gt;her parting kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll let it show&lt;br /&gt;the girl, she knows me&lt;br /&gt;and she takes me on a path&lt;br /&gt;all i see&lt;br /&gt;is what she shows me&lt;br /&gt;and it glistens through the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as one they always say enough&lt;br /&gt;in silent songs&lt;br /&gt;the shadow softly cast by love&lt;br /&gt;it lingers long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two jigsaw pieces scattered&lt;br /&gt;there at their feet&lt;br /&gt;they click and merge on all that matters&lt;br /&gt;it's complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the light is low&lt;br /&gt;but how they know that&lt;br /&gt;they'll guide each other home&lt;br /&gt;where he'll write&lt;br /&gt;a heartfelt sonnet&lt;br /&gt;and she'll sing the song they know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-228395109778561522?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/228395109778561522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=228395109778561522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/228395109778561522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/228395109778561522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-so-she-sings-first-draft-girl-with_05.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-1101066864674086567</id><published>2007-09-05T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:18:57.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>evening news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we don't look like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but how we'd like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're a handsome flock of fuckers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posed, preened and magazined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from the moment you were born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you dodged the flack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mineral water off a ducks back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i'm typing words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hollow and without meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but keep on reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because somewhere along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;might be a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or a poem that moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and manuipulates you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stimulates and masturbates you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so smallest at the front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little dicks and little cunts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lined up for god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a firing squad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well the catholic church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it doesn't work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;two thousand years in the making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and faking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;salvation and devestation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slavery and solidarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dressed like twin sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and in a world of refugees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm a head of state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aint it great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a rigged election&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;semi-erection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking you gently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you don;t know it's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;til you're covered in my mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they vote me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i deserved it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but there's a hierarchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i preserved it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid white men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;same mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;over and over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and if 'woman is the nigger of the world'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm just a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;growing into my chastity noose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's still a little loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck me and love me and fuck me some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm just a whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in parisian underpasses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and toilet floors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there's an anger on the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a half tirade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sweet as cherryade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sour as the power of your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're manic, islamic on the front page of the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they show your face, full size, page one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;turn the leaf, she's undressed, underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the weatherman says, with my tongue in his cheek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's mild this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-1101066864674086567?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1101066864674086567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=1101066864674086567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1101066864674086567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1101066864674086567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/evening-news-we-dont-look-like-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-4089378639515209416</id><published>2007-09-04T23:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:04:50.761+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Collide and Join&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're one glorious, fucked up soul&lt;br /&gt;spread between two bodies&lt;br /&gt;we collide and join together&lt;br /&gt;raindrops on the tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real love ripples the air&lt;br /&gt;all the floating feelings solidify&lt;br /&gt;insecurity and paranoia&lt;br /&gt;follow loneliness to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are amazing halves&lt;br /&gt;of a glorious whole&lt;br /&gt;weddings and whatnots: only words&lt;br /&gt;but this reshapes my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not need to glance over&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re by my side&lt;br /&gt;if life flashes past as death appears&lt;br /&gt;with your beauty, mine will shine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-4089378639515209416?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4089378639515209416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=4089378639515209416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/4089378639515209416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/4089378639515209416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/collide-and-join-were-one-glorious.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2750136001273769972</id><published>2007-09-04T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:45:10.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Death calls&lt;br /&gt;But I am not ready&lt;br /&gt;Let me just slip on&lt;br /&gt;A few more years&lt;br /&gt;I plead&lt;br /&gt;I need a few more moments&lt;br /&gt;In the company&lt;br /&gt;Of she&lt;br /&gt;Who made life less fragments&lt;br /&gt;More a whole&lt;br /&gt;Into which I fell&lt;br /&gt;Deep in love&lt;br /&gt;By your side&lt;br /&gt;I find&lt;br /&gt;One life was not enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;they don't have much to say, you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-3904640875889130117?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3904640875889130117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=3904640875889130117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/3904640875889130117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/3904640875889130117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/virgin-who-fucks-like-whore-virgin-who.html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Sea Pea Induced Renaissance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your words&lt;br /&gt;are a kick in the cock&lt;br /&gt;make me shiver&lt;br /&gt;makes me stop&lt;br /&gt;and listen&lt;br /&gt;to the sounds of the streets&lt;br /&gt;unplug the buds&lt;br /&gt;of my cd player&lt;br /&gt;ear'ole the traffic&lt;br /&gt;and voicey noise&lt;br /&gt;walking to the melody&lt;br /&gt;of my mouldy melon&lt;br /&gt;a chitter chit chat&lt;br /&gt;chewing the fat&lt;br /&gt;of my own&lt;br /&gt;familiar&lt;br /&gt;thoughts&lt;br /&gt;(and faults)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8129128107779675205?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8129128107779675205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=8129128107779675205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8129128107779675205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8129128107779675205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/sea-pea-induced-renaissance-your-words.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-1039648121808892930</id><published>2007-09-02T21:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:57:56.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ETC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stole in a kiss&lt;br /&gt;a thousand wayward wishes&lt;br /&gt;neatened the edges&lt;br /&gt;and pressed them to my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'take these back'&lt;br /&gt;she pleaded with her pupils&lt;br /&gt;the windows to her world&lt;br /&gt;who teach me everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-1039648121808892930?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1039648121808892930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=1039648121808892930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1039648121808892930'/><link rel='self' 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hours&lt;br /&gt;to wash its taste from my mouth&lt;br /&gt;I press my lips against yours&lt;br /&gt;you purify, you cure the doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-5982869272907496029?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5982869272907496029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=5982869272907496029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/5982869272907496029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/5982869272907496029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2740563800829109719</id><published>2007-09-01T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:59:30.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bell Jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left your cage door open&lt;br /&gt;to see how far you'd fly&lt;br /&gt;look how far you've come&lt;br /&gt;oh, how I realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that clipped wings never flutter&lt;br /&gt;watched clocks never cease&lt;br /&gt;good girls never wander&lt;br /&gt;and smothered girls don't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carve my name in tree trunks&lt;br /&gt;so life forgets me not&lt;br /&gt;look how sure I show you&lt;br /&gt;the only facts I've got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that clipped wings never flutter&lt;br /&gt;watched clocks never cease&lt;br /&gt;good girls never wander&lt;br /&gt;and smothered girls don't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the daily papers line your cage&lt;br /&gt;you'll read there what you will&lt;br /&gt;I see it printed on your face&lt;br /&gt;it's obvious you feel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that clipped wings never flutter&lt;br /&gt;watched clocks never cease&lt;br /&gt;good girls never wander&lt;br /&gt;and smothered girls don't breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2740563800829109719?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2740563800829109719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=2740563800829109719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2740563800829109719'/><link rel='self' 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and prose&lt;br /&gt;wrapped it in pink ribbons&lt;br /&gt;and held it to my nose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-1338188344759213863?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1338188344759213863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=1338188344759213863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1338188344759213863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1338188344759213863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-progress-love-is-not-enough-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2444454526935245421</id><published>2007-09-01T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:52:54.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stay and face the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying or going&lt;br /&gt;what's the key to knowing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if working through an issue&lt;br /&gt;is better than escaping&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i'd miss you&lt;br /&gt;if the scenery was changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want this to work&lt;br /&gt;but your silence clears my head&lt;br /&gt;of anything of worth&lt;br /&gt;- places panic there instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me one truth&lt;br /&gt;show me something that you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;my insecurities will fade&lt;br /&gt;and i'll feel something with meaning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2444454526935245421?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2444454526935245421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=2444454526935245421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2444454526935245421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2444454526935245421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not forget / that all regret&lt;br /&gt;is a secret to share&lt;br /&gt;with a race of lonely people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girl, yeah, i get the gist&lt;br /&gt;a sorry story, always pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the daily papers line your cage&lt;br /&gt;you'll read there what you will&lt;br /&gt;i see it printed on your face&lt;br /&gt;it's obvious you feel....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-6614954285333857026?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6614954285333857026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=6614954285333857026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/6614954285333857026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/6614954285333857026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/notes-i-watch-it-for-hours-its-tiny.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-4225306391383578386</id><published>2007-09-01T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:43:33.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she made a mermaid&lt;br /&gt;of all the broken shells&lt;br /&gt;that litter little beaches&lt;br /&gt;like the dreams of broken girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-4225306391383578386?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4225306391383578386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=4225306391383578386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/4225306391383578386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/4225306391383578386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/mermaid-she-made-mermaid-of-all-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2209674881111100124</id><published>2007-09-01T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:42:33.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the overgrown undergrowth&lt;br /&gt;is scratching at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;of the room she keeps the ghosts&lt;br /&gt;of everything she's feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're labelled, numbered, boxed&lt;br /&gt;and held there for safe keeping&lt;br /&gt;she only lets them out&lt;br /&gt;when her hazel eyes start bleeding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2209674881111100124?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2209674881111100124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=2209674881111100124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2209674881111100124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2209674881111100124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/again-overgrown-undergrowth-is.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-5720479174338285980</id><published>2007-09-01T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:40:26.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>notes on dreaming in her bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she came to watch me sleep&lt;br /&gt;to see&lt;br /&gt;if sadness dared to taint my dreams&lt;br /&gt;worried that she'd hurt or hindered me&lt;br /&gt;but i could not find the words to make her see&lt;br /&gt;it's me that pushes me toward the edge&lt;br /&gt;i'm bordering two cities without success&lt;br /&gt;i want to suck my soul in but i can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a dreamer but can't sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-5720479174338285980?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5720479174338285980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=5720479174338285980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/5720479174338285980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/5720479174338285980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/notes-on-dreaming-in-her-bed-she-came.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2423610614741455074</id><published>2007-09-01T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:38:07.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>notes 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indifference and i&lt;br /&gt;play pat a cake&lt;br /&gt;across the bed&lt;br /&gt;of my best friend&lt;br /&gt;who, space between us, watches from afar&lt;br /&gt;like the pointed tips of shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;she wonders where to land&lt;br /&gt;i understand&lt;br /&gt;nothing of this relationship&lt;br /&gt;the fragile glass dome&lt;br /&gt;my heart calls home&lt;br /&gt;shatters beneath the illusion&lt;br /&gt;that everything's ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2423610614741455074?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2423610614741455074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=2423610614741455074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2423610614741455074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2423610614741455074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/notes-2-indifference-and-i-play-pat.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2829181770124366858</id><published>2007-09-01T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:03:31.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>footprints in the mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one set of footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;'my son' he said 'this you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;that is when i watched you from afar&lt;br /&gt;ashamed at the fuck up that you are&lt;br /&gt;no strength, no faith, no hope, no dignity&lt;br /&gt;an empty shell devoid of purity'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2829181770124366858?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2829181770124366858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=2829181770124366858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2829181770124366858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2829181770124366858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/footprints-in-mud-one-set-of-footprints.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8548861089252550134</id><published>2007-09-01T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:33:57.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>notes one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to feel it here&lt;br /&gt;but here lies fear&lt;br /&gt;dead, deceased, diminished&lt;br /&gt;but it reappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through darkness i'm ashamed to call her name&lt;br /&gt;that girl who says we feel the same&lt;br /&gt;rough with the smooth&lt;br /&gt;if neither of us win, neither of us lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved her life&lt;br /&gt;that crawled into my shell&lt;br /&gt;the shell that shattered sharply&lt;br /&gt;as we fell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8548861089252550134?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8548861089252550134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=8548861089252550134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8548861089252550134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/8548861089252550134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/09/notes-one-i-hate-to-feel-it-here-but.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-4753583548780818684</id><published>2007-08-12T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:58:12.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God is the Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for Carly Jones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments cannot be tarnished with regret&lt;br /&gt;For with your words you craft for me a net&lt;br /&gt;Whose security will never deviate&lt;br /&gt;From that thread spun tapestry of fate&lt;br /&gt;Your fingerprints are dusted on my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Hand crafted definitions of love scenes&lt;br /&gt;It’s gentle and it’s natural, it’s intense&lt;br /&gt;I find myself undressed of all pretence&lt;br /&gt;As we meander, one, through paths well trod&lt;br /&gt;I see your beauty, deep as faith in gods&lt;br /&gt;Where acceptance of your glory is rebirth&lt;br /&gt;Once a non-believer, I see love’s worth&lt;br /&gt;In love you have given me my faith&lt;br /&gt;In life you are the light that guides my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-4753583548780818684?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4753583548780818684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=4753583548780818684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/4753583548780818684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/4753583548780818684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-is-girl-moments-cannot-be-tarnished.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2834777964632825039</id><published>2007-07-05T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:23:49.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's subtle poetry at play&lt;br /&gt;in my day to day life&lt;br /&gt;the images and similies&lt;br /&gt;and the patterns in the lines&lt;br /&gt;of my thoughtful face&lt;br /&gt;that worries out words&lt;br /&gt;swooping through the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;like love-sick, punch-drunk birds.&lt;br /&gt;there's a story in my head&lt;br /&gt;a twisting, wagging tale&lt;br /&gt;the swaggers through itself&lt;br /&gt;and settles here and now&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the muddle&lt;br /&gt;of the metaphors that sway,&lt;br /&gt;to describe my indecision&lt;br /&gt;there's a poetry at play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2834777964632825039?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2834777964632825039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=2834777964632825039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2834777964632825039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2834777964632825039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-subtle-poetry-at-play-in-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8422543190609971502</id><published>2007-07-05T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:14:59.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gunshots and sundrops ring out in the sky&lt;br /&gt;it's the whatnots and the love-me-nots that i'm struggling to defy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8422543190609971502?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-1468954729486579349</id><published>2007-07-05T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:10:07.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i watch you die a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;and you're never gonna fall again&lt;br /&gt;you pass me by to pass your time&lt;br /&gt;and we're never gonna last, my friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-1468954729486579349?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1468954729486579349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=1468954729486579349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1468954729486579349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1468954729486579349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-watch-you-die-thousand-times-and.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-7860374523239090143</id><published>2007-07-04T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:56:42.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love your wonderful lies&lt;br /&gt;that I'm sure to believe&lt;br /&gt;for you make me naive&lt;br /&gt;see you're sweet to deceive&lt;br /&gt;so I wander to work&lt;br /&gt;in a starshine shirt&lt;br /&gt;that's buttoned up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;sparkles there in my eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-7860374523239090143?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7860374523239090143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=7860374523239090143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7860374523239090143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7860374523239090143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-your-wonderful-lies-that-im-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-5362631317204111540</id><published>2007-07-04T00:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:17:18.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Carlay - I be Porgy says:&lt;br /&gt;it could be the beginning of the end?&lt;br /&gt;le petit libertin says:&lt;br /&gt;or the end of the beginning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-5362631317204111540?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-7337573008137975059</id><published>2007-07-03T20:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:59:51.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a gonnabe in a world of wannabes&lt;br /&gt;join me on the journey&lt;br /&gt;i'm flying to, or trying to, touch the sun&lt;br /&gt;no matter how it burns me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-7337573008137975059?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7337573008137975059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=7337573008137975059' title='0 Comments'/><link 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change the endings of your novels&lt;br /&gt;and the chorus of your song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-7252128985909478923?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7252128985909478923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=7252128985909478923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7252128985909478923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7252128985909478923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-to-be-writer-so-to-start-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-2468168453755664818</id><published>2007-07-02T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:56:45.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you sleep like a flower sways&lt;br /&gt;on a summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;where beauty holds you in my gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'my boy' you say, 'i'm sure you jest.'&lt;br /&gt;it's not my way,&lt;br /&gt;believe me dear, I just confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrap you in my blanket / arms&lt;br /&gt;as beautiful you sleep&lt;br /&gt;and I shelter you from harm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-2468168453755664818?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2468168453755664818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=2468168453755664818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2468168453755664818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/2468168453755664818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-sleep-like-flower-sways-on-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-9047212725638100977</id><published>2007-07-01T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:35:29.045+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the southbound platform&lt;br /&gt;two eye pairs meet&lt;br /&gt;amidst the perfume&lt;br /&gt;of the mapped out streets.&lt;br /&gt;and footsteps patter&lt;br /&gt;over concrete sands&lt;br /&gt;and routine matters&lt;br /&gt;where time expands.&lt;br /&gt;a boy meets a girl&lt;br /&gt;in that clock stopped dot&lt;br /&gt;two tales unfurl&lt;br /&gt;and the clock's forgot.&lt;br /&gt;the landmarks scroll&lt;br /&gt;some cartoon scene&lt;br /&gt;as would-be lovers stroll&lt;br /&gt;there in between.&lt;br /&gt;blue evening sets&lt;br /&gt;in the city's rigid shape.&lt;br /&gt;while these vignettes&lt;br /&gt;storyboard escape.&lt;br /&gt;the night soon hangs&lt;br /&gt;a dark sheet across&lt;br /&gt;those meeting hands&lt;br /&gt;that pull from loss.&lt;br /&gt;big things appear&lt;br /&gt;in moments small&lt;br /&gt;embrace it when it's near&lt;br /&gt;and you can have it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-9047212725638100977?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/9047212725638100977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=9047212725638100977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/9047212725638100977'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Where I would ask 'what if I had made that wish'&lt;br /&gt;While never facing the fact that chasing the dreams&lt;br /&gt;That spiral intact was all I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;So here, in the shadow of you, I’m brand new.&lt;br /&gt;A perfect compilation of my hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Where I will be, in spite of me, a mirror image&lt;br /&gt;Of that person you feel is real, when you look at me unfinished&lt;br /&gt;And say 'I envy you; you know... you force yourself to pen your views.'&lt;br /&gt;But it's simple, Miss Jones, I'm fired, inspired, by my muse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-5248902867207383293?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5248902867207383293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firefly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;could bomb the sky&lt;br /&gt;see it shatter into glitter&lt;br /&gt;a thousand silver shards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, what a life...&lt;br /&gt;it races by&lt;br /&gt;see it passing through a prism&lt;br /&gt;a rainbow in your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you and I&lt;br /&gt;could build the sky&lt;br /&gt;see it wander through our wishes&lt;br /&gt;a swooping firefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, what a world&lt;br /&gt;it's reflected in your face&lt;br /&gt;you float your feelings home&lt;br /&gt;on a bed of lapping waves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-4075603777597839142?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4075603777597839142/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-8845421126575139667</id><published>2007-07-01T14:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:37:25.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fall in / Falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequential rumours cease.&lt;br /&gt;There's a silence on the lips&lt;br /&gt;of my enigmatic wordsmith.&lt;br /&gt;Love me if you please,&lt;br /&gt;there's a destiny at play&lt;br /&gt;that softens the dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ornamental burdens flee:&lt;br /&gt;there's a comfort in confusion;&lt;br /&gt;a romantic situation.&lt;br /&gt;For paradoxically&lt;br /&gt;the more I feel I fall&lt;br /&gt;the stronger I stand tall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-8845421126575139667?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-7771371007597327771</id><published>2007-06-30T13:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:56:24.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trust is life&lt;br /&gt;You never stop to hold it ‘til it’s gone&lt;br /&gt;It brings the light&lt;br /&gt;That pulls you from the dark and guides you on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trust is yours&lt;br /&gt;I know the tales you tell they taste of truth&lt;br /&gt;And I adore&lt;br /&gt;The present and the future we float through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter comes&lt;br /&gt;If you insist it’s summer then grey skies blue&lt;br /&gt;We see the sun&lt;br /&gt;You make my favourite daydreams echo true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I was rattled by a fear&lt;br /&gt;Though I digress&lt;br /&gt;For the past is just the route that got us here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-7771371007597327771?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7771371007597327771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=7771371007597327771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7771371007597327771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/7771371007597327771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/06/trust-is-life-you-never-stop-to-hold-it.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-5225436851696030515</id><published>2007-06-30T09:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T09:38:00.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s a merry dance you lead me&lt;br /&gt;As we race around the block&lt;br /&gt;Chasing dreams you feed me&lt;br /&gt;With one eye on the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sold me on your vision&lt;br /&gt;Of two futures merged&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret the decision&lt;br /&gt;That you gave me your word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life becomes a game of numbers&lt;br /&gt;Where we’re one and the same&lt;br /&gt;Adrift in a world of wonders&lt;br /&gt;I create in your name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-5225436851696030515?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5225436851696030515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=5225436851696030515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/5225436851696030515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/5225436851696030515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-merry-dance-you-lead-me-as-we-race.html' title=''/><author><name>circularcurve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987384471581635372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-7481701830638873553</id><published>2007-06-27T22:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:29:56.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about this constellation&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed to her whim&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow scented star shine&lt;br /&gt;That draws me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still surface of new love&lt;br /&gt;Reflected in her face&lt;br /&gt;I am rippled by her words&lt;br /&gt;I am tied there, to her grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surface of the lake&lt;br /&gt;Glistens like the skin&lt;br /&gt;Of her silver tongued despair&lt;br /&gt;On her thumb, that silver ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circular it starts&lt;br /&gt;And ends in one motion&lt;br /&gt;Where barriers she builds&lt;br /&gt;Will be destructed by emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly closed,&lt;br /&gt;No enigma fades away&lt;br /&gt;Consequential rumours&lt;br /&gt;Unite us in hear say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’ll lock doors&lt;br /&gt;Yet at the windows long&lt;br /&gt;For this boy, who waits&lt;br /&gt;For her to see he belongs&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-7481701830638873553?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7481701830638873553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=7481701830638873553' title='0 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looks alert&lt;br /&gt;to the needs of my existence&lt;br /&gt;while today mascarades in your flowing gown.&lt;br /&gt;I can be all I want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;So abandon type.&lt;br /&gt;unlock yourself.&lt;br /&gt;crave me as the tide craves&lt;br /&gt;the rippled shores&lt;br /&gt;of sandy laps&lt;br /&gt;to settle a head and rest a while.&lt;br /&gt;Still be the sea&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be me.&lt;br /&gt;But a me who lives easily&lt;br /&gt;in your constant complications.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-7801487258525620886?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7801487258525620886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>poem for a question mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Jones&lt;br /&gt;my spiralling enigma&lt;br /&gt;that bonds flesh to my bones&lt;br /&gt;makes me think bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my closest friend&lt;br /&gt;a mouthful of question marks&lt;br /&gt;broken bonds you mend&lt;br /&gt;in the whispering dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where Romeo and Juliet&lt;br /&gt;plays in the air&lt;br /&gt;far off, away, yet&lt;br /&gt;somehow we're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chiming spoon&lt;br /&gt;as you stir your tea&lt;br /&gt;in the light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this complicated love&lt;br /&gt;has become my one addiction&lt;br /&gt;you're too much, not enough...&lt;br /&gt;quite the contradiction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-3600115625816616618?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-7615343684000369597</id><published>2007-06-24T19:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:59:59.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love has no forecast. if it were expected we could prepare for it, like the rain. we could dress accordingly, we could shelter and prepare. only, it is never so. it appears with no warning and i find myself caught in it. the conditions of it's elements overwhelm me.&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is the gap between the seasons where their traits merge. you are the rain on a july afternoon, you are the sunbeam that sits on the fresh snow. i cannot explain it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-7615343684000369597?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20092988.post-6356561574798486149</id><published>2007-06-14T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:12:39.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from her window she watches&lt;br /&gt;across the lake&lt;br /&gt;as the mist of morning&lt;br /&gt;is skimmed from the top.&lt;br /&gt;as sunrise mirrors&lt;br /&gt;on the surface of her skin&lt;br /&gt;we've been up all night&lt;br /&gt;we've been everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-6356561574798486149?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6356561574798486149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>fear is&lt;br /&gt;feeling like the lid of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;is cracked&lt;br /&gt;and they all spiral out&lt;br /&gt;into the night sky&lt;br /&gt;and you'll not be there to catch them.&lt;br /&gt;for you are, a weaver&lt;br /&gt;and keeper&lt;br /&gt;and catcher of&lt;br /&gt;my most enlightened moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-3819961805459666344?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3819961805459666344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=3819961805459666344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/3819961805459666344'/><link 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forgotten light&lt;br /&gt;where, up all night,&lt;br /&gt;you are the solitary candle pulse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20092988-1860059637098367603?l=circularcurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1860059637098367603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20092988&amp;postID=1860059637098367603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1860059637098367603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20092988/posts/default/1860059637098367603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circularcurve.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-is-good-to-be-loose-and-watery.html' 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