<?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-7065181460176411706</id><updated>2012-03-01T02:40:09.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Writings</title><subtitle type='html'>If you read them all, you can read me like a book. But who reads books nowadays?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-4309195351900893468</id><published>2012-02-29T22:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T02:40:09.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dream Warrior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Oh dream warrior,&lt;br /&gt;Why have you come to haunt me?&lt;br /&gt;I've played my pain,&lt;br /&gt;Now you come to evict my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfection but nor are you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh dream warrior,&lt;br /&gt;Why have you come to haunt me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dream warrior,&lt;br /&gt;You've come for me in my sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And attacked without mercy,&lt;br /&gt;Against the lives you love,&lt;br /&gt;Now I cannot play my part,&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot play this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dream warrior,&lt;br /&gt;You used to walk along side us,&lt;br /&gt;Now you haunt what you protected,&lt;br /&gt;And come for the lives you love,&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;The music never stopped,&lt;br /&gt;Yet your heart did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dream warrior,&lt;br /&gt;You charge into battle,&lt;br /&gt;Against the one I hold most dear,&lt;br /&gt;For reasons I battle from the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;I've played my part,&lt;br /&gt;To see the other half fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lay maimed,&lt;br /&gt;Dying at your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Oh dream warrior&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned to protect her heart,&lt;br /&gt;I've failed to safeguard my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot touch me now,&lt;br /&gt;Oh dream warrior,&lt;br /&gt;For the bridge you must cross,&lt;br /&gt;To find your desire,&lt;br /&gt;Will fall when she does,&lt;br /&gt;Though I wish you'd reach me soon,&lt;br /&gt;For I am more than defenseless,&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;My dream warrior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-4309195351900893468?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/4309195351900893468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-dream-warrior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/4309195351900893468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/4309195351900893468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-dream-warrior.html' title='Oh Dream Warrior'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-2464812029319913504</id><published>2012-01-17T13:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:54:05.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The world was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;This time,&lt;br /&gt;My voice is strong,&lt;br /&gt;And shall stay the same,&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screams and shouts,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with so much doubt,&lt;br /&gt;The world preached redemption,&lt;br /&gt;And I believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I needed hope the most,&lt;br /&gt;With no chance to escape the constant choke,&lt;br /&gt;I followed the longest path,&lt;br /&gt;To find the world asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;This time,&lt;br /&gt;My voice is strong inside,&lt;br /&gt;And will stay strong,&lt;br /&gt;Until I become proven wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-2464812029319913504?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/2464812029319913504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2012/01/faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/2464812029319913504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/2464812029319913504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2012/01/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-6342821226036038202</id><published>2011-08-09T21:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:33:29.189+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Has hit me before,&lt;br /&gt;Would be the dealing,&lt;br /&gt;Of a lifestreams need for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I claim the meaning,&lt;br /&gt;Of absolute power,&lt;br /&gt;Without needing,&lt;br /&gt;Showing no devour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a look into the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Purpose fills my veins,&lt;br /&gt;I see no lies,&lt;br /&gt;Only complete gains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me ascend into happiness,&lt;br /&gt;I desire infinity,&lt;br /&gt;Show me no deadliness,&lt;br /&gt;For I seek divinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness was true,&lt;br /&gt;Until I gave into desire,&lt;br /&gt;Giving myself the source of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Until the last pill is downed for the liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-6342821226036038202?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/6342821226036038202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2011/08/addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/6342821226036038202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/6342821226036038202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2011/08/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-8662354257902647749</id><published>2011-08-05T11:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:22:27.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jester's Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silent,&lt;br /&gt;Want to be found voicing,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the world turns away,&lt;br /&gt;When they turn forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show constant emotion,&lt;br /&gt;Is to hide all truth,&lt;br /&gt;As if a jesters face,&lt;br /&gt;Was an everyday appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always shrouded,&lt;br /&gt;Makes the faceless scream,&lt;br /&gt;No sound is made,&lt;br /&gt;But truth escapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with being yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Walking around as all stare,&lt;br /&gt;At the one without a jesters face,&lt;br /&gt;And they all smile on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;And envy on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is going to walk around,&lt;br /&gt;Without a jesters face,&lt;br /&gt;And the silent will always,&lt;br /&gt;stay faceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-8662354257902647749?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/8662354257902647749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2011/08/jesters-mask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/8662354257902647749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/8662354257902647749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2011/08/jesters-mask.html' title='Jester&apos;s Mask'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-2921416740545123454</id><published>2011-06-12T00:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:20:30.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rational Logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing on the edge,&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a musical,&lt;br /&gt;So play me a song,&lt;br /&gt;To which would let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence is screaming,&lt;br /&gt;Building an end is never easy,&lt;br /&gt;While yours is built with might,&lt;br /&gt;Mine is built with stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices echo,&lt;br /&gt;As I fall like a shadow,&lt;br /&gt;In a world that knows no tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Saving myself was only logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathless in flight,&lt;br /&gt;In the face of fear,&lt;br /&gt;I smile,&lt;br /&gt;Because being happy was my last request,&lt;br /&gt;It was only logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-2921416740545123454?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/2921416740545123454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2011/06/rational-logic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/2921416740545123454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/2921416740545123454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2011/06/rational-logic.html' title='Rational Logic'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-3301024038986443306</id><published>2011-03-03T00:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T00:36:43.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eve of Romance</title><content type='html'>On the eve of romance,&lt;br /&gt;Frost breached my mind,&lt;br /&gt;So frozen I stood,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Would believe me winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face spoke a-thousand beauties,&lt;br /&gt;As I starred at the painting,&lt;br /&gt;That would later paint the love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;With elegance in one hand,&lt;br /&gt;And individuality in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream I dreamt of her,&lt;br /&gt;Was all but normal,&lt;br /&gt;As if inception had stopped me,&lt;br /&gt;For I believed this dream to be as beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;As the stars that surrounded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If comparison were asked of me,&lt;br /&gt;To look upon this girl and match an equal beauty,&lt;br /&gt;I'd believe her to be a goddess in such request,&lt;br /&gt;For she had hair as golden as a lion under the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes as moving as time itself,&lt;br /&gt;And skin as smooth as limestone that could only of been silkened by beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl in a crowd you see,&lt;br /&gt;She'd be a crowd to anyone but me,&lt;br /&gt;Because once we've gotten a glimpse of beauty,&lt;br /&gt;We never see the ordinary,&lt;br /&gt;Just the eve of romance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-3301024038986443306?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/3301024038986443306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2011/03/eve-of-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/3301024038986443306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/3301024038986443306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2011/03/eve-of-romance.html' title='The Eve of Romance'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-39545693288980487</id><published>2011-01-30T20:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:05:25.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting An Illusionary Mind</title><content type='html'>Stars procreating,&lt;br /&gt;Outlining infants in motion,&lt;br /&gt;Movement of birth preludes,&lt;br /&gt;Portraying a child.&lt;br /&gt;Like a man scribing a map,&lt;br /&gt;The stars are your paper,&lt;br /&gt;Imagination is your pen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Succumbing&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;to your artistic potential.&lt;br /&gt;Sparking life with&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;efflorescence,&lt;br /&gt;And a touch of mind,&lt;br /&gt;Like&amp;nbsp;spontaneous&amp;nbsp;budding of flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Radiant light bursting into the globe of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;While still young,&lt;br /&gt;The thought begins to think,&lt;br /&gt;And consumes the stars that form it,&lt;br /&gt;Time is irrelevent; when infinite finds a place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-39545693288980487?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/39545693288980487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2011/01/finding-answer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/39545693288980487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/39545693288980487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2011/01/finding-answer.html' title='Painting An Illusionary Mind'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-5971131742100563058</id><published>2010-12-19T13:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:17:20.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mirrors Mistake</title><content type='html'>What an illusionist,&lt;br /&gt;This mirror beholds,&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting back ones own illustration.&lt;br /&gt;Why can I not see myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With beams of light upon you,&lt;br /&gt;An illusionist exempts its work,&lt;br /&gt;Perpetuating its figure in front of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think an illusionist would know better,&lt;br /&gt;To forget one concept of humanity,&lt;br /&gt;No allusion can reflect an individuals soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes,&lt;br /&gt;To face an illusionist,&lt;br /&gt;I go so with the lights off,&lt;br /&gt;So I can fill the lines with my soul; not its.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-5971131742100563058?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/5971131742100563058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/12/mirrors-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/5971131742100563058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/5971131742100563058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/12/mirrors-mistake.html' title='A Mirrors Mistake'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-2835645794233009665</id><published>2010-11-16T12:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:02:43.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottled Love</title><content type='html'>Spark goes the fly,&lt;br /&gt;In the day of nights sky,&lt;br /&gt;Supplementing the stars,&lt;br /&gt;With their bioluminescence.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less is what I see,&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your amber-lit eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As delicate drops of frost,&lt;br /&gt;Repave the world in crystal,&lt;br /&gt;Only waiting,&lt;br /&gt;For the sun to ignite its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less is what I see,&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the white illuminating your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only night turned day,&lt;br /&gt;So I could see her face once again,&lt;br /&gt;With clarity unmatched,&lt;br /&gt;By any beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Her name was Michelle,&lt;br /&gt;And that is all I wish I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-2835645794233009665?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-6233347382581229112</id><published>2010-10-28T18:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:09:10.851+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easy Way Out</title><content type='html'>The motions play,&lt;br /&gt;And a cloud of dismay,&lt;br /&gt;Slows the drift in frolic,&lt;br /&gt;For another year to come.&lt;br /&gt;A plan is made,&lt;br /&gt;To lighten the shade,&lt;br /&gt;From a haze of anxiety,&lt;br /&gt;For another month to come.&lt;br /&gt;The today ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;With a dead mans prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a slight disillusionment,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is struck.&lt;br /&gt;Day swims into night,&lt;br /&gt;There is no dismay, anxiety, or fear,&lt;br /&gt;Just another dead mans prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-6233347382581229112?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/6233347382581229112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/10/easy-way-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/6233347382581229112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/6233347382581229112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/10/easy-way-out.html' title='The Easy Way Out'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-3768688382136192359</id><published>2010-10-22T01:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:54:02.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Color &amp; Sound</title><content type='html'>Like the ringing in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;That the sound will be lost forever,&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm beginning to hear it now,&lt;br /&gt;As the sound of you hymns through my head.&lt;br /&gt;Like the the sun creating color,&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;That without it I'd be colorless forever,&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;That the sun is getting dimmer and dimmer,&lt;br /&gt;As the luminosity of you washes away.&lt;br /&gt;When good-bye is silence,&lt;br /&gt;I know my day becomes night,&lt;br /&gt;And the ringing in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;Was the last word said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-3768688382136192359?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/3768688382136192359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/10/color-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/3768688382136192359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/3768688382136192359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/10/color-sound.html' title='Color &amp; Sound'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-8422489793472371786</id><published>2010-10-11T18:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:01:29.868+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Avenue François Arago</title><content type='html'>Stepping off of a bus,&lt;br /&gt;Looking down then up,&lt;br /&gt;Ending thoughts of the last man,&lt;br /&gt;On a bus that stopped,&lt;br /&gt;To a road that would not.&lt;br /&gt;Walking along a sidewalk,&lt;br /&gt;Illuminated with sapphire and jade,&lt;br /&gt;As castle after castle lay perpetuated by day,&lt;br /&gt;And without the sun one beauty would be lost,&lt;br /&gt;To a road that would not.&lt;br /&gt;As the moon raised high,&lt;br /&gt;Only one beauty was lost,&lt;br /&gt;The ending thoughts of the last man,&lt;br /&gt;To fantasize an avenue to be a road,&lt;br /&gt;That never was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-8422489793472371786?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/8422489793472371786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/10/avenue-francois-arago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/8422489793472371786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Changing the way I look into&amp;nbsp;conception,&lt;br /&gt;Changing the way I look at you.&lt;br /&gt;Holding you,&lt;br /&gt;Like the sky holds the sun,&lt;br /&gt;As if letting you go spreads darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Changing the way I look at the cosmos,&lt;br /&gt;Changing the way I look into euphoria,&lt;br /&gt;Changing the way I look at you.&lt;br /&gt;A day with you,&lt;br /&gt;Makes my nightmare a dream,&lt;br /&gt;And my dream a reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-790463835838422897?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/790463835838422897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/09/happiness-loves-its-kindness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As I enter a forest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the world never makes a sound out of place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walk over a bridge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the water under me grows quiet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I stare at a tree,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the brush of leaves ceases,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I step out of this forest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will see with two eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you can only hold onto one thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you walk through a forest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I chose you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no other way to piece you all together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to see the beauties that remind me of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-7944770043096500518?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/7944770043096500518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/09/piecing-you-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/7944770043096500518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/7944770043096500518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/09/piecing-you-together.html' title='Piecing You Together'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-6478827336446600745</id><published>2010-08-26T20:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:07:43.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Replicating You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My mind could never replicate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you portray to my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts are overstatements,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your beauties are understatements,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why else are we a perfect balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we walk down the sidewalk of another world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scenery has changed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But your beauty hasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that's why we're different,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that's why you're with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because how else would I make words find you,&lt;br /&gt;If there wasn't love keeping us together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-6478827336446600745?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/6478827336446600745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/08/replicating-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/6478827336446600745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/6478827336446600745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving you the love of thousand hearts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becoming as vulnerable as ever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please show me what I showed you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't want this reflection to ever end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-6249500683051924888?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/6249500683051924888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/6249500683051924888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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realization,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the life we live marks difference,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difference that makes us more human than ever before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live two lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One we live,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One we seek,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without both we'd not have a life to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-7365738951643032483?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/7365738951643032483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/7365738951643032483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/7365738951643032483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-world.html' title='Our World'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-8011048055065954400</id><published>2010-08-09T10:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:38:37.259+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs are learned on the darkest days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the feelings behind it are real,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your heart hurts most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story stays the same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A boy meets a girl one fateful day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotions flow in an endless whirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the strength of a river on a restless day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is always one strech of a river that is different from the rest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is why we fear the love of anothers presence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because a river on a restless day should never be calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a boy comes across the calmest parts of the most restless river,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows he's about to drown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why else would a girl stop the love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs are learned on the darkest days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the feelings behind it are real,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your heart hurts most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song is not worded in hate, disgust, or regret,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of why a boy would continue to love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of how the river whirled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-8011048055065954400?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/8011048055065954400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/08/song-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/8011048055065954400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/8011048055065954400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/08/song-of-love.html' title='The Song of Love'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-226221329529119637</id><published>2010-08-06T07:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T14:15:07.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Heightened Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eyes linked,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts aching,&lt;br /&gt;The day is nearly done.&lt;br /&gt;A mistake was made,&lt;br /&gt;Tears become gravities river,&lt;br /&gt;Down the face of the victim.&lt;br /&gt;A neck becomes lifeless,&lt;br /&gt;Head falling forward,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking a weakened link,&lt;br /&gt;You never said goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-226221329529119637?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/226221329529119637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/08/heightened-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/226221329529119637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/226221329529119637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/08/heightened-mistakes.html' title='Heightened Mistakes'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-2194159809512191785</id><published>2010-08-04T20:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:19:01.492+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mirror in the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The one thing I look for,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the brightest light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the darkest of nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without a mirror,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Light would never shine back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In from where it came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open a box and you will see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The light shining bright in the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflecting back from where it came,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if the sky was a single mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-2194159809512191785?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/2194159809512191785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/08/mirror-in-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/2194159809512191785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/2194159809512191785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/08/mirror-in-sky.html' title='A Mirror in the Sky'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-505582951527454052</id><published>2010-07-23T20:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:20:01.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why The Simple Things, Change Our Lives.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Day after day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at a single dying tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How the sun comes up behind it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Illuminating what I could not see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night after night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at a single dying tree,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And appreciate the serenity it brings me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A single day applies itself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A single person looks at a single dying tree,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it made all the difference when the eyes of both,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had fallen from the misconseption of anothers mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A single night applies itself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A single dying tree lays fallen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it made all the difference,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I sought out serenity from a single dying tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-505582951527454052?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-868590313734396267</id><published>2010-07-14T02:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T02:08:05.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Spent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Days are spent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nights are spent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creating you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While days fly by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Night bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without a doubt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my oceans,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my winds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each time I see your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see an unravaling sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you're beauty is means nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without I; creating words to define it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-868590313734396267?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/868590313734396267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/07/days-spent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/868590313734396267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/868590313734396267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/07/days-spent.html' title='Days Spent'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-3940015681691542301</id><published>2010-04-15T00:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:01:31.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Rivers</title><content type='html'>Rivers running rapidly through my head,&lt;br /&gt;Each with a memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;I  took a dip into a river,&lt;br /&gt;to find your soothing personality all  around me.&lt;br /&gt;I took a dip into a river,&lt;br /&gt;to notice your beauty  reflecting in its waters.&lt;br /&gt;I took a dip into a river,&lt;br /&gt;to realize a  smile glimmering on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Rivers running rapidly through my head,&lt;br /&gt;Each  with a memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;If only my head had waterfalls,&lt;br /&gt;for you to  fall down into the deep with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-3940015681691542301?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/3940015681691542301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/04/running-rivers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/3940015681691542301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/3940015681691542301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/04/running-rivers.html' title='Running Rivers'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-6358088802199427641</id><published>2010-04-14T23:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:00:15.152+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Road of Fantasies</title><content type='html'>Walking along a road of fantasies,&lt;br /&gt;I stumble upon a particular  puddle,&lt;br /&gt;The reflection showed me you and I,&lt;br /&gt;If we were together.&lt;br /&gt;Walking  along a road of fantasies,&lt;br /&gt;I stumble upon a particular flower,&lt;br /&gt;The  life one petal showed me you and I,&lt;br /&gt;As I put the flower in your  hair.&lt;br /&gt;Walking along a road of fantasies,&lt;br /&gt;I stumble upon a girl,&lt;br /&gt;the  girl was you and I was I,&lt;br /&gt;We looked at each other and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Walking  along a road of fantasies,&lt;br /&gt;I stumble upon an end,&lt;br /&gt;to the road I  wished would never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-6358088802199427641?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/6358088802199427641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/04/road-of-fantasies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/6358088802199427641'/><link 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/&gt;Days and Nights,&lt;br /&gt;Stars  and Suns.&lt;br /&gt;But when I see you, you see,&lt;br /&gt;I imagine you and I  smiling under a tree, leaves falling around us.&lt;br /&gt;The way I glance at  you in day, the way I wish you were with me at night.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine  myself as a Star and you as the Sun I live for.&lt;br /&gt;You see, my Fantasies  get the best of me,&lt;br /&gt;I look and wander off endlessly,&lt;br /&gt;Just for you  to be with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-5369516894178766529?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/5369516894178766529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/04/daydreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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see,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty in dying things.&lt;br /&gt;You see death,&lt;br /&gt;I see life.&lt;br /&gt;Others do not concern me,&lt;br /&gt;Only this beauty impresses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty begins to die,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone dissolves away.&lt;br /&gt;My past thrills become chills,&lt;br /&gt;I no longer thrive to believe,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty once fond to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all else fails,&lt;br /&gt;This sinful beauty prevails.&lt;br /&gt;Death is near,&lt;br /&gt;My fate ends here.&lt;br /&gt;This beauty, I regret,&lt;br /&gt;Numbs my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Life pains on my dying day.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I see the beauty in dying things...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-6635215437684478504?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/6635215437684478504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/01/beauty-of-dying-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/6635215437684478504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/6635215437684478504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2010/01/beauty-of-dying-things.html' title='The Beauty of Dying Things'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-1300470530129642658</id><published>2009-10-18T04:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:24:56.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deny The Lie</title><content type='html'>Do not deny, the lie,&lt;br /&gt;you thought of, in plain sight.&lt;br /&gt;It will corrupt you, erupt you,&lt;br /&gt;and it will confine you.&lt;br /&gt;Cry not the will to live,&lt;br /&gt;you have failed that task,&lt;br /&gt;with nothing left to say,&lt;br /&gt;speechless...&lt;br /&gt;Just pray, for the rays of judgment,&lt;br /&gt;to apply the lie,&lt;br /&gt;that you so deviously denied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-1300470530129642658?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/1300470530129642658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2009/10/deny-lie-corrected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/1300470530129642658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/1300470530129642658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2009/10/deny-lie-corrected.html' title='Deny The Lie'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-157829553606096418</id><published>2009-10-11T02:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:27:23.839+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darling Angel</title><content type='html'>My darling angel,&lt;br /&gt;do not cry tonight.&lt;br /&gt;You are crying for the wrong reason,&lt;br /&gt;the lies brought upon you,&lt;br /&gt;tease your very heart.&lt;br /&gt;My darling angel,&lt;br /&gt;do not cry tonight.&lt;br /&gt;for each tear seen,&lt;br /&gt;by those up above,&lt;br /&gt;the sadness erodes away.&lt;br /&gt;My darling angel,&lt;br /&gt;do not cry tonight.&lt;br /&gt;For you keep making those around you,&lt;br /&gt;cry even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-157829553606096418?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/157829553606096418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-darling-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/157829553606096418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/157829553606096418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-darling-angel.html' title='My Darling Angel'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-9199610760123361655</id><published>2009-10-08T15:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:28:43.515+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifted</title><content type='html'>We are half of ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;using so very little from the potential gifted to us.&lt;br /&gt;Though a gift we do not deserve,&lt;br /&gt;using it carelessly.&lt;br /&gt;When the day comes we will make use of such a gift,&lt;br /&gt;though that day is not today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-9199610760123361655?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-4947787653233634887</id><published>2009-10-01T02:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:16:09.364+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Fit In</title><content type='html'>What does it mean to look at the end of the happiness you found,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that it, like everything else, is too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;My happiness knows me all too well, for it knows that my joy is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;As if my existence were irrelevant to the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;My emotions serve as a taint to which I accept,&lt;br /&gt;as if I were open to dismay.&lt;br /&gt;For in this world I write my finest words for you to read,&lt;br /&gt;though at the cost of all that is worth living for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-4947787653233634887?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/4947787653233634887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-do-i-fit-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/4947787653233634887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/4947787653233634887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-do-i-fit-in.html' title='Where Do I Fit In'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-185436158190085472</id><published>2009-10-01T02:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:06:24.392+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Misleading</title><content type='html'>Purity is an expectation misleading,&lt;br /&gt;to be pure is to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is nonexistent to our lives,&lt;br /&gt;yet dream we live by.&lt;br /&gt;Presuming our flaws do not show perfection,&lt;br /&gt;a fantasy we cannot survive without.&lt;br /&gt;Reality has been a problem from the start,&lt;br /&gt;why do we need to be so misleading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7065181460176411706-185436158190085472?l=foresought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/feeds/185436158190085472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2009/09/misleading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/185436158190085472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7065181460176411706/posts/default/185436158190085472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foresought.blogspot.com/2009/09/misleading.html' title='Misleading'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286933472341983076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnYJ_2NBekk/TGgueGsF8AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4NmYaS900VI/S220/Avatar1.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065181460176411706.post-328955486798546009</id><published>2009-10-01T01:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:40:54.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith is the Sin</title><content type='html'>Cry for the faithful, who seek grace.&lt;br /&gt;Claiming the souls of the pure,&lt;br /&gt;with anthems of theoretical belief.&lt;br /&gt;Is our story so irrational that we find ourselves lost.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense they preach to the pure, corrupting their essence.&lt;br /&gt;The world is purity, faith is corruption.&lt;br /&gt;Cry for the faithful,&lt;br /&gt;though they do not deserve such sympathy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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