<?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-3958977</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:28.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sevensequel</title><subtitle type='html'>poetrypage for the people</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevensequel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevensequel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>siRjon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18184044330336652248</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958977.post-85756332</id><published>2002-12-09T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T17:19:07.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Irene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the blooming bride&lt;br /&gt;of my brightest sky.&lt;br /&gt;- sparkling sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;bringing morning to day&lt;br /&gt;scent of hope - touch of glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the blooming bride&lt;br /&gt;of the brightest spring.&lt;br /&gt;- the sensitive lily,&lt;br /&gt;raised high above the roses&lt;br /&gt;planted in the quiet of my excisting being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the blooming bride&lt;br /&gt;of the highest mount.&lt;br /&gt;- the gentle wind,&lt;br /&gt;touching my chin&lt;br /&gt;with a tender kiss&lt;br /&gt;giving my world&lt;br /&gt;a life within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my blooming bride,&lt;br /&gt;- set sail,&lt;br /&gt;swaying my ground&lt;br /&gt;to an endless round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958977-85756332?l=sevensequel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85756332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85756332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevensequel.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85756332' title=''/><author><name>siRjon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18184044330336652248</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958977.post-85756046</id><published>2002-12-09T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T17:12:31.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silence - is what I've heard,&lt;br /&gt;stronger than infinit pages of poetry,&lt;br /&gt;- more harmful than the most hurtable linguistic lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by the breath of silence.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, reading no signs of life.&lt;br /&gt;Claming for a sentance, hoping for a word,&lt;br /&gt;paralysed by the breath of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chorus fills my emptied heart,&lt;br /&gt;with do's, re's and mi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silenced by my hunger,&lt;br /&gt;sung by my lust,&lt;br /&gt;claimed upon the breath of silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958977-85756046?l=sevensequel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85756046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85756046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevensequel.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85756046' title=''/><author><name>siRjon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18184044330336652248</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958977.post-85755831</id><published>2002-12-09T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T17:07:31.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was destined here,&lt;br /&gt;for a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;strung up like a flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During sunrise I felt my strength rise.&lt;br /&gt;It drove me away,&lt;br /&gt;in a blizzard of all&lt;br /&gt;between heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm awake,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter which, I'm deep in dreams&lt;br /&gt;of tomorrow bringing yesterday to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've done - what I haven't,&lt;br /&gt;isn't my doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was destined here,&lt;br /&gt;for a short period of time,&lt;br /&gt;living life&lt;br /&gt;- that wasn't even mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958977-85755831?l=sevensequel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85755831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85755831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevensequel.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85755831' title=''/><author><name>siRjon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18184044330336652248</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958977.post-85755549</id><published>2002-12-09T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T17:02:14.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are the glowing candle,&lt;br /&gt;lighting up my darkest days.&lt;br /&gt;By the stroke of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lead through a world beyond reason&lt;br /&gt;                                - a wonderous place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the delicate handwork of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;the streaming liquid of life.&lt;br /&gt;Giving birth to my spoken briefs,&lt;br /&gt;bringing sound to my deafen songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the delicate handwork of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;knitted from a ribbon of gold.&lt;br /&gt;Covering my heartbeat from hunger,&lt;br /&gt;hide me away from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the glowing candle,&lt;br /&gt;setting my soul to flames.&lt;br /&gt;With your touch I'm everlasting,&lt;br /&gt;with your smile you ease the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958977-85755549?l=sevensequel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85755549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85755549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevensequel.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85755549' title=''/><author><name>siRjon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18184044330336652248</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958977.post-85755274</id><published>2002-12-09T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T16:56:36.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My body is about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;My inside organs are circling my stomach,&lt;br /&gt;like the planets are circling the sun.&lt;br /&gt;                      I'm on orbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand how people -&lt;br /&gt;go crazy over this.&lt;br /&gt;are willing to die for it.&lt;br /&gt;are making it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why -&lt;br /&gt;this takes place every day.&lt;br /&gt;this is killing people.&lt;br /&gt;this is making people crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment, I'm embracing it.&lt;br /&gt;I've landed in the circular middle&lt;br /&gt;- under the influence of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here alone, but still, you are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And words, bound letters&lt;br /&gt;- they don't say everything,&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is - but in a small word - love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958977-85755274?l=sevensequel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85755274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85755274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevensequel.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85755274' title=''/><author><name>siRjon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18184044330336652248</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958977.post-85754918</id><published>2002-12-09T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T16:49:10.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sence I should walk away,&lt;br /&gt;turn my face to another direction&lt;br /&gt;turn my mind at another eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love that was so strong,&lt;br /&gt;is my clearest sight.&lt;br /&gt;It's the one -&lt;br /&gt;            most difficult to forget.&lt;br /&gt;            most difficult to set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You - that are distant&lt;br /&gt;You - that holds my heart.&lt;br /&gt;           Like the river - you ran by.&lt;br /&gt;           Like the wind - you brought hope.&lt;br /&gt;           Like a tear - you left a salty scribble,&lt;br /&gt;                                 through a dissected wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay down,&lt;br /&gt;gently cover my world from reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958977-85754918?l=sevensequel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85754918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85754918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevensequel.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85754918' title=''/><author><name>siRjon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18184044330336652248</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958977.post-85754301</id><published>2002-12-09T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T16:36:12.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trapped in a bowl,&lt;br /&gt;- filled with unspoken words.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crawling up the sides, keep sliding down,&lt;br /&gt;- need your scent to embrace me, to lift me up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bursting with tension,&lt;br /&gt;- wanting to feel you by my side, around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've touched my inner me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the edge, as high as sky.&lt;br /&gt;Still, you aren't here, I'm rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a glimpse I see you,&lt;br /&gt;- the moon is full, filled with you.&lt;br /&gt;I reach out - you withdraw.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts - but it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you be able, would you?&lt;br /&gt;I can and will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you I'm a slave, a servant,&lt;br /&gt;standing beside you,&lt;br /&gt;known, embraced, kissed, loved.&lt;br /&gt;To me,&lt;br /&gt;- you are loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958977-85754301?l=sevensequel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85754301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/85754301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevensequel.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85754301' title=''/><author><name>siRjon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18184044330336652248</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958977.post-84781764</id><published>2002-11-19T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T14:09:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seven is the sequel of time,&lt;br /&gt;a reflecting line -&lt;br /&gt;drawn to make a gap between past-present-future.&lt;br /&gt;a sequel, is in sequence to the sequel&lt;br /&gt;a circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958977-84781764?l=sevensequel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/84781764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958977/posts/default/84781764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevensequel.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84781764' title=''/><author><name>siRjon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18184044330336652248</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></entry></feed>
