<?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-11687983</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:37:52.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blackpoints</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11687983.post-112106075999956523</id><published>2005-07-11T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T13:46:00.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our deepest fear......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What is your deepest fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marianne Williamson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-112106075999956523?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/112106075999956523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=112106075999956523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/112106075999956523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/112106075999956523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/07/our-deepest-fear.html' title='Our deepest fear......'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11687983.post-111781793368392134</id><published>2005-06-04T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:58:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I used to go to sleep with the hope that tomorrow would be a better day, now that hope is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I used to go to sleep alone and wake to a world filled with people, now that world is empty.&lt;br /&gt;I used to go to sleep knowing my life had a purpose, now that purpose is fading.&lt;br /&gt;I used to go to sleep knowing I was alive, now that fact is blurred.&lt;br /&gt;I used to go to sleep with an idea of who I was, now that person is suffocating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I used to go to sleep with a picture of who I was becoming, now that picture is marred.&lt;br /&gt;I used to go to sleep with a fiery passion for existence, now that fire has dimmed.&lt;br /&gt;I used to go to sleep with a genuine smile, now that smile has left…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know if it is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to go to sleep as me, now that person is lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111781793368392134?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111781793368392134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111781793368392134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111781793368392134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111781793368392134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/06/lost.html' title='Lost.....'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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-11687983.post-111755857144708776</id><published>2005-06-01T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T00:56:11.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i really really cant sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Up late again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well something always sets it off&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone's face and that's all it takes&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with a romantic whose soft&lt;br /&gt;Here I go for days so I write just in case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, when was way back then&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I'll be up late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could go on for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to think, or is it just me&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm stepping way out of line&lt;br /&gt;But you're the reason I sing, your not just some thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, when was way back then?&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I'll be up late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just late night thinkin&lt;br /&gt;The clock was tickin back then&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be up late&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be up late&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be up late -- again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Tyler Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insomnia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the girl, and the cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And the more I try, the more that I forget&lt;br /&gt;To think of you is a flash to find&lt;br /&gt;To think of you I find my light to pass the time&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be that better one&lt;br /&gt;Time goes slowly with you only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia my friend&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the girl and I lost my light&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stumbling through this hollow room for peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I find that I am going over everything I've said to you, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia my friend&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be that better one&lt;br /&gt;Time goes slowly with you only&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be that better one&lt;br /&gt;Time goes slowly with you only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia my friend&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia my friend&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia, insomnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the girl whose not impressed by&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia and my cigarette light, my cigarette light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Tyler hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY THIS WAS THE BLOODY REASON I CAN'T SLEEP.......&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't...... oh help me....... give me a pill or something...&lt;br /&gt;piwvbvibepijfbIvbevloibpivbasmv cloabv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111755857144708776?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111755857144708776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111755857144708776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111755857144708776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111755857144708776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-really-really-cant-sleep.html' title='i really really cant sleep'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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-11687983.post-111755734125914892</id><published>2005-05-31T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T00:35:41.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing our way</title><content type='html'>And Hansel said to Gretel,&lt;br /&gt;"Let us drop these breadcrumbs so that together, we find our way home,&lt;br /&gt;because to lose our way would be the most cruel of things."&lt;br /&gt;This year I lost my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And losing your way on a journey is unfortunate,&lt;br /&gt;but losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.&lt;br /&gt;The journey lasted months,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I traveled alone, sometimes there were others who took the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;And took my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But when the destination was reached,&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't me who arrived, it wasn't me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once you've lost yourself, you have two choices;&lt;br /&gt;Find the person you used to be, or lose that person completely.&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes you have to step outside of the person you've been,&lt;br /&gt;and remeber the person you were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;the person you wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;The person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--From One Tree hill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep stuff man... deep stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Its not always true dat the person you are is the person you are showing the world...&lt;br /&gt;how many times have ya conformed to do the thing deemed most acceptable among your group? but that thing is not wad you would have done...... im guilty of that all the time, im guilty of making others act or behave other then who they truely are. facades.....&lt;br /&gt;Im just glad the SJI bunch didnt perpetuate this falseness. miss you lot, a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111755734125914892?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111755734125914892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111755734125914892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111755734125914892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111755734125914892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/05/losing-our-way.html' title='Losing our way'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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-11687983.post-111582835450450380</id><published>2005-05-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T14:04:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change......</title><content type='html'>I want to let you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That people always change.&lt;br /&gt;It is something no one can feign&lt;br /&gt;The forces that move us remain untamed&lt;br /&gt;You can never stay the way you claim&lt;br /&gt;No one is always the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is the element that takes it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It bares it away in hidden halls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the sea carving the wind swept shores&lt;br /&gt;Time relentlessly moulds our souls' core&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be the same as before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is all that remains of this&lt;br /&gt;People are often lost in this abyss&lt;br /&gt;They all have the same wish&lt;br /&gt;To finally find some peace&lt;br /&gt;But the journey in darkness will never cease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People find each other in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111582835450450380?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111582835450450380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111582835450450380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111582835450450380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111582835450450380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/05/change.html' title='Change......'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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-11687983.post-111564943403158220</id><published>2005-05-09T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:37:14.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good kind......</title><content type='html'>Heaven sent, I am living a dream&lt;br /&gt;No change is ever as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Dreading the former yet anticipating the latter,&lt;br /&gt;He ensures that everything is better.&lt;br /&gt;He set me down upon this new land,&lt;br /&gt;Alone among strangers I stand.&lt;br /&gt;Threading theses unfamilar streets,&lt;br /&gt;My way as a man i seek.&lt;br /&gt;If I could so ask for another wish,&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't get enough of this.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this opportunity,&lt;br /&gt;I hope with my entirety,&lt;br /&gt;That time lost with people of my kind,&lt;br /&gt;I shall again find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111564943403158220?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111564943403158220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111564943403158220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111564943403158220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111564943403158220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-kind.html' title='The good kind......'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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-11687983.post-111564814529728662</id><published>2005-05-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:15:45.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blackie.....</title><content type='html'>I wanna be a black man,&lt;br /&gt;Like Daniel Nonis,&lt;br /&gt;But I could never be that tan.&lt;br /&gt;How swift he runs,&lt;br /&gt;Practising for track,&lt;br /&gt;That’s how he gets his precious tight buns.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, of them he is proud,&lt;br /&gt;‘Firmest in the land’&lt;br /&gt;He will proclaim to any crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how over the years,&lt;br /&gt;He has been able to live his life,&lt;br /&gt;With those big wing like ears.&lt;br /&gt;And he thinks he is so tough,&lt;br /&gt;With all his bulging muscles,&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, he is all fluff.&lt;br /&gt;Even putting physical qualities aside,&lt;br /&gt;He has virtues aplenty,&lt;br /&gt;But he will never forget his backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always doing the right thing,&lt;br /&gt;He is the utmost gentleman,&lt;br /&gt;But you wouldn’t want to hear him sing.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what he tries to say,&lt;br /&gt;Seriously or out of jest,&lt;br /&gt;It ends up sounding pretty gay.&lt;br /&gt;But gay he is not,&lt;br /&gt;As many times he would say,&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh, that girl is really hot.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he is an army boy,&lt;br /&gt;Roughing it out in the wild,&lt;br /&gt;Treating his gun as a toy.&lt;br /&gt;To defend his nation with all his might,&lt;br /&gt;Which is easy for him,&lt;br /&gt;Because Nonis is camouflaged at night.&lt;br /&gt;But now he is safe in camp,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;Come morning, his pants will be damp.&lt;br /&gt;haha i miss the guys... aiight, i admit this isnt as good as duaney, but it'll do=)&lt;br /&gt;racism intended all towards nonis, haha my brother from another mother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111564814529728662?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111564814529728662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111564814529728662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111564814529728662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111564814529728662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/05/blackie.html' title='blackie.....'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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-11687983.post-111383943718947097</id><published>2005-04-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:43:40.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day and Night......</title><content type='html'>Hands of a princess, skin so supple and divine&lt;br /&gt;My heart she possesses, do I hold hers in kind?&lt;br /&gt;It is her fault i am ensnared, a consequence of my capture&lt;br /&gt;To do so if dared, to embrace this rapture&lt;br /&gt;The lord knows this world can be cruel, and so he sent me her&lt;br /&gt;I am just a stumbling fool, but she i would hold dear&lt;br /&gt;And neither the sunshine's rays, nor the moonlight glow&lt;br /&gt;Signifying the passing of days, can stem this riptide flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as daylight falls and night reigns&lt;br /&gt;our souls meet in common halls, but no solace do i gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never was this of mine origin, directed by her proding&lt;br /&gt;Leading me to chargin, all this was her doing&lt;br /&gt;Her radiance spans the ages, a beauty so captivating&lt;br /&gt;Yet i go no further then the edges, held back by barriers repudiating&lt;br /&gt;Though the sun's intense light, cannot meet the moon's soft incandescence&lt;br /&gt;Shall we deny what is right? And never explore our essence?&lt;br /&gt;With faith so strong and passion ever wild&lt;br /&gt;Would loving me be wrong? Do you think me mild?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jus a work in progress-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I am a dreamer, I really want to see her now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111383943718947097?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111383943718947097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111383943718947097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111383943718947097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111383943718947097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-and-night.html' title='Day and Night......'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11687983.post-111279456174426234</id><published>2005-04-06T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:36:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roses....</title><content type='html'>The fountains mingle with the rivers and the rivers with the oceans.&lt;br /&gt;The winds heaven mix forever with a sweet emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world is single, all things by a law divine,&lt;br /&gt;In one spirit meet and mingle, why not I with thine?&lt;br /&gt;See the mountains kiss high heaven and the waves clasp one another.&lt;br /&gt;No sister flower would be forgiven if it disdained its brother.&lt;br /&gt;And the sunlight clasp the earth and the moonbeams kiss the sea,&lt;br /&gt;What is all this sweet work worth, if thou kiss not me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111279456174426234?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111279456174426234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111279456174426234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111279456174426234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111279456174426234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/04/roses_06.html' title='roses....'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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-11687983.post-111254285918480216</id><published>2005-04-03T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:40:59.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fragile firsts.....</title><content type='html'>60.24.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did we cry goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;did we part our ways?&lt;br /&gt;did we leave a distance between?&lt;br /&gt;then why do i still feel you beside me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an angel you came, like time you flew&lt;br /&gt;with wings larger than life&lt;br /&gt;they say lightning never hit twice&lt;br /&gt;i want to prove them wrong..would you strike me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unrequited love stings the soul&lt;br /&gt;unfair trials hurts the heart&lt;br /&gt;but look to our Dad up there&lt;br /&gt;that is no simple Love flowing out&lt;br /&gt;it's the Love of Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i right or am i selfish?&lt;br /&gt;i care too much to let you be torn..&lt;br /&gt;between two worlds you want to live in&lt;br /&gt;so i said i won't fightbut what am i doing now?&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three simple words&lt;br /&gt;one lifetime of courage&lt;br /&gt;as much as you'll abhor it&lt;br /&gt;i'll still have to say it&lt;br /&gt;but only when we meet again&lt;br /&gt;tête-à-tête, face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty-six days minus the time we spent&lt;br /&gt;seventeen years minus the love i had&lt;br /&gt;the numbers keep growing, lives keep changing&lt;br /&gt;but one thing will never change&lt;br /&gt;sixty.. twenty-four.. seven..&lt;br /&gt;i'd be here for you&lt;br /&gt;-Duane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111254285918480216?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111254285918480216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111254285918480216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111254285918480216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111254285918480216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/04/fragile-firsts.html' title='fragile firsts.....'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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-11687983.post-111209102421991640</id><published>2005-03-29T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:46:41.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good guys.....</title><content type='html'>Mercurial; is it's essence,&lt;br /&gt;the counterpart fails in his efforts,&lt;br /&gt;electrified by it's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion; is it's deception,&lt;br /&gt;constantly in it's employ,&lt;br /&gt;its execution; perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fickle; is it's attention,&lt;br /&gt;epicurean desires manifest;&lt;br /&gt;the heart's direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sating; craving melodramatics,&lt;br /&gt;substance is forsaken for the peripheral;&lt;br /&gt;it spurns the idyllic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turmoil; it's eternal malady,&lt;br /&gt;hellish torments it's soul endures;&lt;br /&gt;punishment for the first tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost; what it aspires,&lt;br /&gt;is not what it needs,&lt;br /&gt;pain and suffering respire&lt;br /&gt;- me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lady fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fortune is likened to a lady; she favours those who are bold enough to treat her roughly"&lt;br /&gt;-Machiavelli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111209102421991640?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111209102421991640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111209102421991640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111209102421991640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111209102421991640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-guys.html' title='good guys.....'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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-11687983.post-111188761112408384</id><published>2005-03-27T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T09:40:11.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wind; his companion...</title><content type='html'>I am the breath that transpires between two lovers&lt;br /&gt;As their eyes converse; a heart-to-heart&lt;br /&gt;The lingering taste of a sweetest first kiss&lt;br /&gt;And your after-scent on my shirt&lt;br /&gt;I am the love of ages; passion&lt;br /&gt;Of time immemorial; I belong,&lt;br /&gt;As they do, snug in each others arms&lt;br /&gt;A perfect mould; so made to fit&lt;br /&gt;And a perfect moment; this,&lt;br /&gt;And eternity.&lt;br /&gt;-RyL-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In any and all situations, this rule always applies,&lt;br /&gt;'In time, all things shall pass' "&lt;br /&gt;-Lincoln-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fleeting moment............ frozen in eternity....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111188761112408384?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111188761112408384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111188761112408384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111188761112408384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111188761112408384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/03/wind-his-companion.html' title='the wind; his companion...'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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-11687983.post-111184847263924136</id><published>2005-03-26T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:47:52.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The precedent.....</title><content type='html'>A swallow does not make a summer; neither does one day. Similarly neither can one day, or a brief space of time, make a man blessed and happy.&lt;br /&gt;-Aristotle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work for it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The maidens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The past beckons to me but I heed not its call,&lt;br /&gt;Sullen pain hidden behind its alluring doors.&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet is her sting, for joy and pain abound,&lt;br /&gt;Moving with the pendulum’s swing, the maiden cultivates her halls.&lt;br /&gt;The sister is no lesser mistress, impatience found,&lt;br /&gt;Mercurial and dangerous, her rewards entice.&lt;br /&gt;Choice is none, save be swept in her wake.&lt;br /&gt;Look to her and grasp your fate, no one can deny her siren’s song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111184847263924136?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111184847263924136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111184847263924136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111184847263924136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111184847263924136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/03/precedent.html' title='The precedent.....'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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-11687983.post-111175615032275885</id><published>2005-03-26T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T21:09:10.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>begins.....</title><content type='html'>language is a beauty indescribable;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonder&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;open minds faces anew;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;learn&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;symphony rolls and passion ensues;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harmony&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;poetry across the ocean;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotion&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy these works from which a passion for literture brings, original and popular writings of songs, poems and ideas from minds greater than mine. Sparks of inspiration, the muse picks her vessal; blackpoints move ceaselessly through time. A lineage to be savoured......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11687983-111175615032275885?l=blackpoints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/feeds/111175615032275885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11687983&amp;postID=111175615032275885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111175615032275885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11687983/posts/default/111175615032275885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpoints.blogspot.com/2005/03/begins.html' title='begins.....'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14685619108205689895</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></feed>
