<?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-15909148</id><updated>2011-10-28T02:02:19.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhymes, Moods &amp; Madness</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of poetry and thoughts from the mind and soul of a contempory american man.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-6213375941378147310</id><published>2010-12-27T00:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T00:45:55.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GTI Wreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eight and a half years ago I was in a nasty car wreck and came out unscathed. I was approaching one the worst manic episode of my life at that point. I stumbled upon a short writing I composed shortly after that accident that I wanted to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Darkness surrounds me as I leave my driveway in the newly purchased GTI. It is Friday night, and I am definitely ready for a little rest and relaxation. A house light flickers through the trees as I drive out of my neighborhood. Nighttime approaches so much quicker during the winter months even though it was only a little after seven. For the end of October it was awfully cold already, but the first snow was still yet to hit. My night begins with a trip to the movie theater. There was a new release that night and my crew was excited about seeing it, and I had volunteered to get tickets early for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The night air was cold and hard to breath, darkness had already settled in. The sharply colder temperatures caused nearly freezing rain to pound down outside. Traffic was heavy as it always is on Friday night, but I was not in any hurry.  I was driving my 2000 Volkswagen GTI 1.8T and was still adjusting my self to the optimal comfort level. I had just taken off my seat belt to fix my coat when I realized that there was an intersection coming up. This is not an uncommon intersection for me to drive through. It is only about five miles from my house and I pass through it at least once per day. I knew that I needed to be extra careful through the intersection. Forgetting about the seat belt I continue into the intersection on green, but as I entered the light turned yellow. As soon as I saw that the light had turned yellow I also saw the other car! An older Acura Legend turned left in front me. There was no time to stop and my vehicle proceeded into the passenger side of the Acura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At that moment all I saw was white for a brief second, heard the crunch of metal and smelt leaking auto fluids. Opening my eyes I see that I had just been caught by the airbag and I feel like I'm in one piece. Stumbling out of the car in a daze, I look around to see people running up to me. Asking if I was ok, and what had happened. Shaking them off, I told them I was alright and proceeded back to the wreck. The evaluation of the scene was not good. My car looked totaled, and given the age of the Acura it was obviously totaled as well. I approached the front of the car and saw the damage. The motor was hanging sideways and the intercooler had flown about ten feet from the car. I ran to scoop up the intercooler, becoming dangerously close to the oncoming traffic. The intercooler was mangled up beyond belief. A couple of the witnesses ran up and told me that I should get back over to the side of the road away from the traffic. Walking back to the side of the road I see my bumper laid out and broken up about fifteen from the accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Shaking my head I reach to pull out a smoke, but my hands are trembling to the point that I brake the first two in the process. I can not believe that I am alive in these first few minutes after the accident. My back was sore, and my body was pumping adrenaline. In a matter of seconds my night had gone from getting movie tickets to going to the emergency room. The trip to the E.R. was uneventful, and was checked out ok. I had felt different then. Something in me snapped and suddenly I did not know what was real and wasn't. Half of my mind felt normal when it was like a second half of my mind was awakened. This half of my find had been in the background for the longest time subtly giving me hints into enlightenment. Not ready to waken until the time was just right. It seems as though a second spirit has awakened with in me and the GTI wreck seems now to play a significant role in this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-6213375941378147310?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/6213375941378147310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=6213375941378147310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/6213375941378147310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/6213375941378147310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2010/12/gti-wreck.html' title='GTI Wreck'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-4474769873146336917</id><published>2010-08-31T19:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T19:42:45.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A night of normal</title><content type='html'>Over the years I've always longed for some companion. Someone to hold and someone to hold me. Someone to love who loves me the same. I could go on with all the trite fall in love bull that we are all familiar with it but tonight I don't feel particularly emotional.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time when I write on this blog I'm at my worst. I've sunken into some depression or come down off some manic high that has left me staring out at the world as a bleak empty shell. Tonight that's not the case though. Tonight I'm writing on a normal day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life to me centers around my self. That may sound shallow or egotistical but its true. My ego rules my life. I have my immediate family, my daughter, one or two friends, and work. Most of days and nights are spent alone. I often turn to a drink to comfort me, or look for ways to improve my stance in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The messed up part of it all is that I am often more interested in my materialistic desires than anything else in the world. Does anyone really care about the 40k car, the top of the line designer laptop, the tablet with 3g connectivity, the 150 dollar bottle of scotch? No. No one cares, and really hardly anyone knows I have these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thing missing from my life the most, is simply someone to share my life with. At the rate I'm going I'll be single at 30, which is fairly common these days. However I always thought I would be long married by now. Alas, maybe I'll find someone someday. Of course statistically I'll probably end up divorced so I may be better off staying single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-4474769873146336917?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/4474769873146336917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=4474769873146336917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/4474769873146336917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/4474769873146336917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2010/08/night-of-normal.html' title='A night of normal'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-3014941534626796634</id><published>2009-12-24T00:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:29:29.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Regrets</title><content type='html'>As I reflect upon years gone past&lt;div&gt;I am realizing my life wont last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things I've done at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been triumphed the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things I've done for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have left me looking at the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe one day I'll figure out the balance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the day I guess I'll keep drinking from this chalice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-3014941534626796634?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/3014941534626796634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=3014941534626796634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/3014941534626796634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/3014941534626796634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2009/12/drunken-regrets.html' title='Drunken Regrets'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-5535612739466326842</id><published>2009-04-13T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:43:14.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed</title><content type='html'>Speed.&lt;br /&gt;Focus.&lt;br /&gt;Agility.&lt;br /&gt;Concentration.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;In and out&lt;br /&gt;Diving left and right&lt;br /&gt;Pushing forward&lt;br /&gt;In the moment&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Don't&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever stop&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Stop and you'll burn out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-5535612739466326842?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/5535612739466326842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=5535612739466326842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/5535612739466326842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/5535612739466326842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2009/04/speed.html' title='Speed'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-2047065225921144238</id><published>2007-04-08T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:43:30.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressive Musings, emotions, insanity.</title><content type='html'>Leaning towards dawn of years past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envisioning our time,&lt;br /&gt;reliving the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Remember?&lt;br /&gt;Do you Care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinations of actions never taken,&lt;br /&gt;filed in thy mind along with purple camels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drudging Along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;NS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving the course of the&lt;br /&gt;Tangerine Taxi Cab of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the golden llama&lt;br /&gt;The Holy GraiL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Euro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagining for a frozen moment in time that life was truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nor poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor tormented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nor deadly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Imagine&lt;br /&gt;a LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue skys filled with green Palm Leaves&lt;br /&gt;Your companion at your side.&lt;br /&gt;Standing hair shining&lt;br /&gt;Glistening among the mid Day Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking over...&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a glance of pure desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The need for you and your need for them is simply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wall seperates a corporate attitude&lt;br /&gt;even more&lt;br /&gt;a family&lt;br /&gt;a band&lt;br /&gt;much work is needed.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it stand as is,&lt;br /&gt;GOD has a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating through a meloncholy dreamworld&lt;br /&gt;of broken hearts and tear filled eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking sunshine never found&lt;br /&gt;misery &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surrounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight birds sing songs of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Mindight stars bring in tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deppressive states of mind flood my eyes with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOOD RED&lt;/span&gt; images of &lt;strong&gt;Death &amp; Sorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lonliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my companion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always faithful&lt;br /&gt;always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never angers or shouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always my deppressed companion.&lt;br /&gt;She never doubts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never screams never lies never cheats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a life long member of the lonely hearts club band.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you'll never Join.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-2047065225921144238?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/2047065225921144238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=2047065225921144238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/2047065225921144238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/2047065225921144238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2007/04/depressive-musings-emotions-insanity.html' title='Depressive Musings, emotions, insanity.'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-8234401975663774758</id><published>2006-11-04T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:07:51.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Friends</title><content type='html'>You know what one of the shittiest feelings in the world is? It's that feeling you get after you spend a wonderful evening with somebody. Dinner, drink some wine, enjoy each other's company. The conversation is going great, both us are laughing. Eye contact is being made... But then at then end of the night you make a move and she kisses you back, gently. This isn't an impulse kiss out of lust where you immediatly shove your tounges down one anothers throats until you feel her thorax. No this is one those kisses you want at the end of a date, well maybe not all dates, but at least after the ones of girls you want to keep around. The kiss is soft and passionate, you pull back her hair a bit and breathe heavy on her neck. But then the bomb drops....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;She busts out the one word, you really don't want to hear. The F word, that's right, she brings out the whole friend argument. Bubbles burst, bombs explode, statues topple. The night of it hurts, but even more so it hurts when she actually calls you back a week later.... Fuck It.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-8234401975663774758?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/8234401975663774758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=8234401975663774758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/8234401975663774758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/8234401975663774758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-what-one-of-shittiest-feelings.html' title='Just Friends'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-6169852267624170817</id><published>2006-09-17T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:20:41.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>Standing there&lt;br /&gt;Waiting there&lt;br /&gt;Impatient there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through clouded panes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wishing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things you have done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torment&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dissent&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found Love&lt;br /&gt;Drowned Love&lt;br /&gt;Miss our Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-6169852267624170817?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/6169852267624170817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=6169852267624170817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/6169852267624170817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/6169852267624170817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/09/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-115715096761190758</id><published>2006-09-01T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:27:28.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Rage</title><content type='html'>Touch me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;slowly from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;tightly gripped around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't ever slip away,&lt;br /&gt;I can't begin to miss today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as you caressed soft skin as if&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I were an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and saw my eyes melt and meld&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;within a crater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let me feel alone&lt;br /&gt;craving pulse in drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;always hurt and torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;emotions burning rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can not seem to comprehend,&lt;br /&gt;Why wont this rage ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a lesson I shall never learn&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;one to protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protecting mind and heart from demon&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;she will collect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a haze in society,&lt;br /&gt;An emotional rage, a falseity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-115715096761190758?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/115715096761190758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=115715096761190758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/115715096761190758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/115715096761190758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/09/emotional-rage.html' title='Emotional Rage'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-115682297057395844</id><published>2006-08-28T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:42:50.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friends</title><content type='html'>Leaving friends behind,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the times.&lt;br /&gt;The times we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad these things I know now,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking all my thoughts out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Finding out the truth behind you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was here when you needed me,&lt;br /&gt;You were gone when I called upon thee.&lt;br /&gt;Pretending my crys were just a phantom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends are hard to find,&lt;br /&gt;Always helping in a bind.&lt;br /&gt;When you find one hold on tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend does not let you down,&lt;br /&gt;Stays in touch in another town.&lt;br /&gt;Always caring, Always believing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-115682297057395844?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/115682297057395844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=115682297057395844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/115682297057395844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/115682297057395844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/08/true-friends.html' title='True Friends'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-115682238860779352</id><published>2006-08-28T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:33:08.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Blog - Infinite Darkness of the Soul</title><content type='html'>I ran across a poetry blog that I think you might enjoy &lt;a href="http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us/"&gt;Infinite Darkenss of the Soul&lt;/a&gt;. I highly reccomend you check it out. In particular I found the poem &lt;a href="http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us/2006/07/21/poem-smoke-mirrors/"&gt;Smoke &amp; Mirrors&lt;/a&gt; quite moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-115682238860779352?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/115682238860779352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=115682238860779352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/115682238860779352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/115682238860779352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/08/poetry-blog-infinite-darkness-of-soul.html' title='Poetry Blog - Infinite Darkness of the Soul'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-115559321999573747</id><published>2006-08-14T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:07:00.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude Today</title><content type='html'>No longer searching.&lt;br /&gt;No longer yearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must embrace being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long I looked to replace you.&lt;br /&gt;For so long I tried to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm finally empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting the times we had.&lt;br /&gt;The good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am better off without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone is not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Though it can drive me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can live without my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because what you did to me.&lt;br /&gt;Constantly spat on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I still forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories slowly fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Simply forgetting those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embracing solitude today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-115559321999573747?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/115559321999573747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=115559321999573747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/115559321999573747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/115559321999573747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/08/solitude-today.html' title='Solitude Today'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-114763724865300295</id><published>2006-08-06T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:07:57.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love once grand</title><content type='html'>It's a been long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long lonely time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've taken the time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sit and write a rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pushing down hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressing emotions thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure when to grin.&lt;br /&gt;Not capable of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle has been fought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they were for naught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aimed at me with intense precision,&lt;br /&gt;Failing to realize my own decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched that arrow burn freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked but knowing surely,&lt;br /&gt;That I must attack greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How our Love once grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Became so bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It was once grand, now it's merely anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-114763724865300295?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/114763724865300295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=114763724865300295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have left me full of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;It seems you'll never commit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113752292549784154?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113752292549784154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113752292549784154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113752292549784154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113752292549784154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/01/lonely-longing.html' title='Lonely &amp; Longing'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113739544366404510</id><published>2006-01-16T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T02:10:43.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long</title><content type='html'>So long good friend of my mine,&lt;br /&gt;We've had some truly amazing times,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you come to terms with it all,&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise you'll take a horrid fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times we've taken that drive,&lt;br /&gt;Those muddy afternoons I felt alive,&lt;br /&gt;Riding along thru noon and night,&lt;br /&gt;Never stopping not even with this spite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113739544366404510?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113739544366404510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113739544366404510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113739544366404510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113739544366404510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-long.html' title='So Long'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113717011233957856</id><published>2006-01-13T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:35:12.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is like a butterfly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Happiness is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But if you turn your attention to other things, It comes and sits softly on your shoulder.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113717011233957856?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113717011233957856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113717011233957856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113717011233957856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113717011233957856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/01/happiness-is-like-butterfly.html' title='Happiness is like a butterfly.'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113716907774283323</id><published>2006-01-13T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:17:57.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Hello, Hello.</title><content type='html'>Hello, hello, hello.&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Please respond to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what you really want?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how things will always go?&lt;br /&gt;I can not help to dream,&lt;br /&gt;That these days will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Amongst my pain,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;To come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not being me.&lt;br /&gt;I have made so many mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Hurtful painful mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Please baby forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113716907774283323?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113716907774283323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113716907774283323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113716907774283323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113716907774283323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-hello-hello.html' title='Hello, Hello, Hello.'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113669400188461111</id><published>2006-01-07T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:20:01.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Too</title><content type='html'>Why are you keeping my baby from me?&lt;br /&gt;I know you and I, we fought over coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have acted always the best,&lt;br /&gt;I may have hurt you like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please you must know,&lt;br /&gt;That I love our daughter so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much I love her with all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;So much I care for her, its off the charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, you must not keep her away,&lt;br /&gt;Please, she's my baby too in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113669400188461111?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113669400188461111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113669400188461111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113669400188461111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113669400188461111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-baby-too.html' title='My Baby Too'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113666819703933223</id><published>2006-01-07T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:06:03.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disease</title><content type='html'>Hard times have been flowing for the two of us,&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the beginning when I first laid eyes on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you were just like me, searching long overdue,&lt;br /&gt;For that kind of feeling, that intense caress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit back and stare amongst snow covered trees,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if our current situations are to much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are being crushed, living in a world of despair,&lt;br /&gt;These unjust emotions, eating us away like a disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to understand,&lt;br /&gt;Wont ever comprehend,&lt;br /&gt;These emotions I feel for you,&lt;br /&gt;This Love is so real for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it may prove untrue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113666819703933223?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113666819703933223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113666819703933223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113666819703933223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113666819703933223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/01/disease.html' title='Disease'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113666747538522932</id><published>2006-01-06T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:16:27.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kept Away</title><content type='html'>She's going on a month now,&lt;br /&gt;Just a three week old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother has kept me away,&lt;br /&gt;Not spending even a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is see you,&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never lets me see you,&lt;br /&gt;Not even for a moment gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont let her keep us apart for long,&lt;br /&gt;Baby please, I'll try and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these things they can take some time,&lt;br /&gt;I love you Sage, I'll see you soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113666747538522932?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113666747538522932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113666747538522932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113666747538522932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113666747538522932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2006/01/kept-away.html' title='Kept Away'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113459006681303649</id><published>2005-12-14T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:54:26.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing me to you</title><content type='html'>As I've traveled along the roads of dark emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ever longed and ever prayed&lt;br /&gt;for a love so bright&lt;br /&gt;to illuminate my heart&lt;br /&gt;to scare the black away&lt;br /&gt;until my pain is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mary, I prayed to you.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mary, you made it true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, a week ago,&lt;br /&gt;events lined up so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate led me in, only to run into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then our meetings,&lt;br /&gt;have been lovely,&lt;br /&gt;have been beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;have been simply amazing,&lt;br /&gt;purely heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mother Mary,&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113459006681303649?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113459006681303649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113459006681303649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113459006681303649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113459006681303649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/12/bringing-me-to-you.html' title='Bringing me to you'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113406723531169850</id><published>2005-12-08T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:41:56.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment for John</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/1600/John%20Lennon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/400/John%20Lennon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/december/8/newsid_2536000/2536321.stm"&gt;25th anniversary&lt;/a&gt; of John Lennon's death. John left us with some of the most beautiful poetry and prose, and a heart filled message of peace that few could live up to today. If we all take a moment today to remember a great musician, poet and inspiration for several generations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you about strawberry fields&lt;br /&gt;You know the place where nothing is real&lt;br /&gt;Well here's another place you can go&lt;br /&gt;Where everything flows.&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the bent backed tulips&lt;br /&gt;To see how the other half live&lt;br /&gt;Looking through a glass onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you about the walrus and me-man&lt;br /&gt;You know that we're as close as can be-man&lt;br /&gt;Well here's another clue for you all&lt;br /&gt;The walrus was Paul.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the cast iron shore-yeah&lt;br /&gt;Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet-yeah&lt;br /&gt;Looking through a glass onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you about the fool on the hill&lt;br /&gt;I tell you man he living there still&lt;br /&gt;Well here's another place you can be&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;Fixing a hole in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a dove-tail joint-yeah&lt;br /&gt;Looking through a glass onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113406723531169850?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113406723531169850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113406723531169850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113406723531169850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113406723531169850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/12/moment-for-john.html' title='A moment for John'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113399489613788007</id><published>2005-12-07T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:34:56.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>Living amongst a hopeless crowd&lt;br /&gt;Blind and tired, lost but wired&lt;br /&gt;Can not seem to comprehend this shroud&lt;br /&gt;Thrill and fear, chilled a tear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113399489613788007?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113399489613788007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113399489613788007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113399489613788007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113399489613788007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/12/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113390210130424221</id><published>2005-12-06T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:48:21.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting and Waiting</title><content type='html'>Shining outward with a smile so grand&lt;br /&gt;Looking inward on a heart so damaged&lt;br /&gt;Eyes piercing always into my land&lt;br /&gt;Seeking emotions never left stranded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting and waiting&lt;br /&gt;Patient and nervous&lt;br /&gt;Shaking and shrinking&lt;br /&gt;Insistant and curious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost amongst a pool of you so deep&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the iceburg is all we've reached&lt;br /&gt;Can not begin to fathom how far I've leaped&lt;br /&gt;To merely breach through your keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting and waiting&lt;br /&gt;Patient and nervous&lt;br /&gt;Shaking and shrinking&lt;br /&gt;Insistant and curious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113390210130424221?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113390210130424221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113390210130424221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113390210130424221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113390210130424221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/12/wanting-and-waiting.html' title='Wanting and Waiting'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113389963403545034</id><published>2005-12-06T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:12:41.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Blogging Poets</title><content type='html'>This site was just named to Blogging Poet's List of 100 Blogging Poets &lt;a href="http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/bloggingpoetcom/2005/12/6/100-blogging-poets-day-89-hard-days-night.html"&gt;featured here&lt;/a&gt;, or you can view the &lt;a href="http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/bloggingpoetcom/2005/9/11/tooth-rats-and-100-blogging-poets.html"&gt;entire list.&lt;/a&gt; I also wanted to point out another poets blog that was featured as &lt;a href="http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/bloggingpoetcom/2005/11/21/100-blogging-poets-day-73-who-are-you.html"&gt;number 73&lt;/a&gt; on Blogging Poet's list, &lt;a href="http://anonymouspoet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anonymous Poet&lt;/a&gt; I highly recommend you check out his site, it's full of some very insightful lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113389963403545034?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113389963403545034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113389963403545034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113389963403545034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113389963403545034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/12/100-blogging-poets.html' title='100 Blogging Poets'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113380354126496282</id><published>2005-12-05T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:12:38.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>Hues of golden, starry rays,&lt;br /&gt;In a sea of black and blue,&lt;br /&gt;Entwining our love lost days,&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration, she's my muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Special thanks goes out to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5853586"&gt;anonymous poet&lt;/a&gt; for helping me make this rhyme flow like wind on a sunny spring afternoon.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113380354126496282?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113380354126496282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113380354126496282' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113380354126496282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113380354126496282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/12/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113373004878423313</id><published>2005-12-04T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:56:01.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Infectious Desire</title><content type='html'>The lonely hearts club met in moonlit grace&lt;br /&gt;A smile, an eye, an infectious desire&lt;br /&gt;Soft spoken words in between one glance&lt;br /&gt;Passion peaks amongst our bonded fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113373004878423313?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113373004878423313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113373004878423313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113373004878423313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113373004878423313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/12/infectious-desire.html' title='Infectious Desire'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113365463822687701</id><published>2005-12-03T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T19:03:58.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash</title><content type='html'>beaten, battered, bruised and weakend&lt;br /&gt;moments passed, heaven trashed&lt;br /&gt;suns rays pass over truly leaving&lt;br /&gt;a row of ducks, always screaming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113365463822687701?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113365463822687701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113365463822687701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113365463822687701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113365463822687701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/12/trash.html' title='Trash'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113354892253629879</id><published>2005-12-02T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:42:02.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide</title><content type='html'>Depression, whether chemical or situational, can lead one down a very dark and lonely path of apathy, self hate and lack of inspiration. When it gets bad, and I don't mean just laying around feeling sorry for your self. But when it gets real bad you start to see things dying instead of living. As if looking through the world with cursed eyes that see lives fade away. You get to that breaking point when you start to invision different ways to go. By a gun, by a car, by an injection or pills. It doesn't matter their are millions of ways to take your own life. I have been on that edge many times in life, it's part of me I've seen death. But I'm still here. Probably only because of the loving support of my family, because without them I don't think I would of made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of the families recently decided to take his own life. It has caused tsunami sized waves of destructive emotions throughout his family, friends, co-workers and more. He was a well respected, and much loved man that unfortunately chose a very painful way out. I know many of you have been to that edge and back, and I know it hurts. But remember, if you ever feel that way think long and hard about the many many people you will hurt. Call somebody, anybody. Go to the hospital and talk to someone if you have to, just remember to never make rash decisions because we all Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113354892253629879?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113354892253629879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113354892253629879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113354892253629879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113354892253629879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/12/suicide.html' title='Suicide'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113311324462678437</id><published>2005-11-27T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T12:40:44.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Months</title><content type='html'>Eight months ago we were somewhat happy together trying to make it work. I gave in to my temptations, violated my principals thinking it would make things better. Of course though our tensions grew and the fighting continued, then one day reality bites. She's pregnant... Now the due date is a month a way, I have heavy suspicions that she was cheating on me.. I don't even know if this kid is mine. How do I get my self into these situations, I don't know. One month away, run far away. Till a morning comes, he day is dawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113311324462678437?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113311324462678437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113311324462678437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113311324462678437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113311324462678437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/11/nine-months.html' title='Nine Months'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113305124563925050</id><published>2005-11-26T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T19:27:25.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kryptonite</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic"&gt;Green kryptonite, the only variety potentially fatal to Superman, induces lassitude and inertia followed by death if not removed in time from Superman's presence.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my kryptonite, whenever I get a call or think of you I become weak. Willing to do any thing just to spend a moment with you. Tonight yet again I give into your cunning ways... Tonight I give into your ruse, knowing all along that you're using me for your own personal gain. Yet being the nice guy I am, and add the fact that I Love you dearly I will play along. Play another game tonight, never blowing out the candle light. Well I do believe that it is true, nice guys do finish last. To all you nice guys out there, don't be afraid to be a dick sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113305124563925050?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113305124563925050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113305124563925050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113305124563925050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113305124563925050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/11/kryptonite.html' title='Kryptonite'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113233857219026610</id><published>2005-11-18T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T13:37:47.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Days</title><content type='html'>Two days ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We met with open arms&lt;br /&gt;Embraced in Loving charm&lt;br /&gt;Strolled through the pines&lt;br /&gt;An insightful time&lt;/blockquote&gt;Two days ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The moment came to part&lt;br /&gt;I knew we would grow apart&lt;br /&gt;Sure as twilight strikes&lt;br /&gt;Leaves our afternoon delight&lt;/blockquote&gt;These are our Final Days&lt;br /&gt;Blown Away&lt;br /&gt;Left to torment heart &amp; soul&lt;br /&gt;Love lost in a burning coal&lt;br /&gt;Smoke filled memories&lt;br /&gt;Of what is left to be...&lt;br /&gt;Our Final Days&lt;br /&gt;Of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I awoke in this pain&lt;br /&gt;Holding you in vain&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me alone and empty&lt;br /&gt;Forced to drink the bottle uprightly&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Blinded in a haze&lt;br /&gt;Stared at the fone in daze&lt;br /&gt;It's done again&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone without being sane&lt;/blockquote&gt;These are my Final Days&lt;br /&gt;Thrown Away&lt;br /&gt;Left to forget my heart &amp;amp; soul&lt;br /&gt;Love smoldered in an extinguished coal&lt;br /&gt;Washing away my memories&lt;br /&gt;Of what will never be...&lt;br /&gt;My Final Days&lt;br /&gt;Without you Loving Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;This poem goes out to you, you know who you are.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113233857219026610?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113233857219026610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113233857219026610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113233857219026610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113233857219026610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/11/final-days.html' title='Final Days'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113209042901441863</id><published>2005-11-15T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T11:44:16.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>War Is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.instantkarma.com/images/warisover98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.instantkarma.com/images/warisover98.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry even poorly written can enlighten one's soul and bring a tear to the eye. I ask that you not always judge the poem you read by the way it flows, but by the heart and soul that is flowing out of all of us. The world is sad sad place at times, but remember to always grab hold of the reins and do what must be done. Peace to all, and remember what John and Yoko once told us: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instantkarma.com/warisover.html"&gt;The War Is Over... If You Want It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Grab a pen and write a few lines, a rhyme can heal a poem will save.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113209042901441863?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113209042901441863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113209042901441863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113209042901441863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113209042901441863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/11/war-is-over.html' title='War Is Over'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113208767938214676</id><published>2005-11-13T04:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:45:05.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Me</title><content type='html'>Walking along the same old path,&lt;br /&gt;Traveling down that same road again.&lt;br /&gt;You're by my side,&lt;br /&gt;that moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me always in a state to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me always in a state to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times flow for moments,&lt;br /&gt;But bad times always follow.&lt;br /&gt;As you leave me alone in sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;for a reason I can't see till morrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me always in a state to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me always in a state to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone that same old path,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were here once again.&lt;br /&gt;You've left my side,&lt;br /&gt;this moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me now in this state I cry,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me now in this state I shall die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113208767938214676?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113208767938214676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113208767938214676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113208767938214676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113208767938214676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/11/leaving-me.html' title='Leaving Me'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113164779180800342</id><published>2005-11-10T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T13:36:31.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Dreaming?</title><content type='html'>Traveling through fields of purple, pink and green.&lt;br /&gt;Spying the clouds ever changing in the moment remains to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Running away from ghosts of the past, not quite sure where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that this day must end, knowing that this dream will die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113164779180800342?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113164779180800342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113164779180800342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113164779180800342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113164779180800342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/11/am-i-dreaming.html' title='Am I Dreaming?'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113209244236896156</id><published>2005-11-04T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:10:35.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/1600/Abstract-02-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/400/Abstract-02-med.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I Were Me, I Would Be Complete&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113209244236896156?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113209244236896156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113209244236896156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113209244236896156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113209244236896156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/11/complete.html' title='Complete'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-112680319280203048</id><published>2005-09-15T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:53:35.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking Frustrations</title><content type='html'>I can't believe you're having my child.&lt;br /&gt;I can't concieve the feelings we've lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away, from all of our problems.&lt;br /&gt;Never today, do we face anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going insane, pulling my hair,&lt;br /&gt;drinking emotions, under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I stay alive,&lt;br /&gt;Even the reason I want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't control the depression, the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps on coming, keeps on drudging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away, today's endless problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-112680319280203048?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/112680319280203048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=112680319280203048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/112680319280203048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/112680319280203048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/09/drinking-frustrations.html' title='Drinking Frustrations'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113209358830589107</id><published>2005-09-01T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:26:56.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Days</title><content type='html'>When did you become so ungrateful?&lt;br /&gt;So HATEFUL!&lt;br /&gt;So far away,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the girl that I fell in Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did we get so far apart?&lt;br /&gt;Apart from our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;where our emotions once lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas a day,&lt;br /&gt;not so long passed.&lt;br /&gt;We layed and stared,&lt;br /&gt;Rolled and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days....&lt;br /&gt;Those sunny rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far gone,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they lay,&lt;br /&gt;merely a fog filled distant memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Are you truly still out there?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113209358830589107?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113209358830589107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113209358830589107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113209358830589107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113209358830589107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/09/those-days.html' title='Those Days'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-112546019592495643</id><published>2005-08-31T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:49:55.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You keep ignoring fate</title><content type='html'>Waking up this afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;rolling over hitting snooze.&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why, why I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you roll your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;every time I see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;I look at you with open arms,&lt;br /&gt;you run away as if harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you cross that spring morn,&lt;br /&gt;you turned your head as if torn.&lt;br /&gt;I simply can not understand,&lt;br /&gt;why our hearts can not land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep me five feet away.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you stop running today?&lt;br /&gt;You keep ignoring fate.&lt;br /&gt;Never realizing I'm your mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know our love is true?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we always feel blue?&lt;br /&gt;Destiny can not be fooled,&lt;br /&gt;even though your mind may rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-112546019592495643?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-112542194387058797</id><published>2005-08-30T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:12:23.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going somewhere?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Driving a long down interstate seventy-seven on my way to work, it was like any other normal day. I was looking forward to getting into work to check out and some the new leaked auto photos. I knew I had to avoid my boss this morning too. It was already 8:24 I was a half an hour late. I forgot to fill up my coffee mug before I left. All of these semi-meaningless nuances that add up to one big nuance which is what I had to do when I got to my destination. But wait, is it not common in the twenty-first ultra-fast century that we live in today all about. The destination. The finish, the next step seeing the big picture? If not I'll give you another example of what I'm convening to you. While driving somewhere and running late thoughts become focused on the destination. You stop paying attention to where you are start paying attention to where you are going. Is it not easy to fall into this trap?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast-forward thirty-five seconds after that brief lapse of enlightenment and you begin to remember where you are. You focus on your surroundings. Your driving in a neighborhood, you recognize the road but nothing in particular it's just the back way home you take when it is nice out. Then a small child four or five years of age runs into his driveway and trips. You see the child cry it out for help because of the stinging and sight of blood. The mother runs out and picks up the child. She puts a small pad with alcohol on it and dabs it on the burn. The child screams again, but the mother just reassures the child with a pat on the head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast-forward thirty-five seconds the mother and child are out of site and you suddenly realize how much activity is going on in this small, familiar neighborhood. There's a man yelling at his wife from the lawn mower. A mail man struggling with a package. All of these things are happening in the present that you are missing out on. All because you are paying to much attention to the future. After observing these events and pondering them for short time I decided that:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is more important to pay attention to where you are, &lt;br /&gt;and remember where you are going,&lt;br /&gt;then it is to pay attention to where you are going,&lt;br /&gt;and remember where you are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe that seems obvious to you, or maybe it does not even click to you, but maybe just maybe it makes perfect sense. And maybe you just think to your self about where you are, and slowing things down just a bit. We all have places to go and deadlines to meet, but maybe we can all remember that we have been there before and just slow things down and start paying attention to where we are instead of where we are going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-112542194387058797?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/112542194387058797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=112542194387058797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/112542194387058797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/112542194387058797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/08/going-somewhere.html' title='Going somewhere?'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-112537347182561166</id><published>2005-08-30T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:34:21.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/1600/abstract-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="&lt;br /&gt;margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/400/abstract-01.jpg" border="0" alt="abstract image" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Depression is a mood that all of us feel from time to time, some more frequently than others. Caused by situations, chemical inbalances and a slew of other things. When depresssion comes on strong we often feel that world is working against us, and that the only way to fight is to give up. This is not the attitude we should take. No matter how much crap life hands you, it may be comforting to realize that someone else has gone through the exact same thing before. Life is a difficult adventure and as soon you have your ducks all lined in a neat row, you get smacked in the face by something unexpected. A car wreck, a divorce or you may find out that your girlfriend is pregnant. Whatever the reason you feel depressed just take a step back and try to get a grasp on things. It is never easy pulling out, but have faith in your self and the answers will make themselves apparent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-112537347182561166?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/112537347182561166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=112537347182561166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/112537347182561166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/112537347182561166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/08/coping.html' title='Coping'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-112535490949508296</id><published>2005-08-29T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:37:47.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Moments</title><content type='html'>Life wraps you up, in the daily grind.&lt;br /&gt;Pulling you in, as you loose your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days fly by, months move quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Now you lay, hoping to go swiftly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is lost, your life is gone.&lt;br /&gt;All thats left, is mornings dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, upon your life.&lt;br /&gt;You stare in wonder, at the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood drips slowly, on the rug.&lt;br /&gt;Would things be different, without the drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas it's time to die, deaths bell is ringing.&lt;br /&gt;The reaper greets you, bone finger reaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-112535490949508296?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/112535490949508296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=112535490949508296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/112535490949508296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/112535490949508296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-moments.html' title='Last Moments'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-112529211039487974</id><published>2005-08-29T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:37:34.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Why do I always feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always run a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you knew how much I care.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you knew my despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love for you is beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeds without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we give this a try.&lt;br /&gt;Will it happen before I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-112529211039487974?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/112529211039487974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=112529211039487974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/112529211039487974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/112529211039487974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/08/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15909148.post-113209415821419401</id><published>2005-08-25T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:37:22.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's no secret</title><content type='html'>It's no secret how I feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;I have never hidden my thoughts surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;You know that my Love for you is true,&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason I can't live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claim to love me, but you never call.&lt;br /&gt;You disappear, without ever a notice.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to forget your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;That way you smile, and your soul comes alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret that I'll always Love you.&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret that I'll be true.&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll realize that our timing is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;On that day you'll forget this other shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-113209415821419401?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/113209415821419401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=113209415821419401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113209415821419401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/113209415821419401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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To welcome whomever comes into my thoughts. You will find here as this spot develops a collection of rhymes, moods &amp; madness. Things that may not make sense to all or any, yet they made sense to one for at least a passing moment. I leave you with a short rhythm about someone who I care for dearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15909148-112528556096119892?l=phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/feeds/112528556096119892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15909148&amp;postID=112528556096119892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/112528556096119892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15909148/posts/default/112528556096119892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantasmalspectre.blogspot.com/2005/08/unveiling.html' title='Unveiling'/><author><name>Phantasmal Spectre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03533034280445592718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/756/1490/320/phantasmalspectre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
