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<title><![CDATA[save me]]></title>
<link>http://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/?p=125</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 21:18:57 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>fudgedflummery</dc:creator>
<guid>http://fudgedflummery.el.wordpress.com/2008/09/29/save-me/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m living, but barely breathing.
teetering,
on the edge of lucidity,
the brink of insanity.
n]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I'm living, but barely breathing.<br />
teetering,<br />
on the edge of lucidity,<br />
the brink of insanity.<br />
not quite fallen,<br />
but not yet standing on my own.<br />
maybe you're the one<br />
to end this fumbling, flailing<br />
invitation.<br />
are you ready for saving<br />
my savior?</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Internal Combustion]]></title>
<link>http://sylverlyt.wordpress.com/?p=151</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 19:24:34 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>sylverlyt</dc:creator>
<guid>http://sylverlyt.el.wordpress.com/2008/09/29/internal-combustion/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Brim full of what if&#8217;s and what not&#8217;s.
It&#8217;s driving me mute crazy at 3in the morni]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Brim full of what if's and what not's.</p>
<p>It's driving me mute crazy at 3in the morning.</p>
<p>I just had to do something, else I'd lose my mind.</p>
<p><em>(That is , If I haven't lost it yet moments before this)</em></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Fork]]></title>
<link>http://sylverlyt.wordpress.com/?p=145</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 14:55:34 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>sylverlyt</dc:creator>
<guid>http://sylverlyt.el.wordpress.com/2008/09/28/fork/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s the torture between trying to be still and wanting to move.
An inch, maybe two?
But,
mayb]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It's the torture between trying to be still and wanting to move.</p>
<p>An inch, maybe two?</p>
<p>But,</p>
<p>maybe the torture is enough.</p>
<p>Maybe, it is the right way.</p>
<p>The easy way.</p>
<p>At least with the torture, I can keep it the same way.</p>
<p>Without the complications.</p>
<p>Stillness kept sacred for everyone's sake.</p>
<p>Is it?</p>
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<title><![CDATA[What a Day!]]></title>
<link>http://plameowyn.wordpress.com/?p=255</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 09:40:09 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>plameowyn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://plameowyn.el.wordpress.com/2008/09/16/what-a-day/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Yesterday I had to go to Sofia to deal with all the tedious bureaucracy of getting one&#8217;s room.]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yesterday I had to go to Sofia to deal with all the tedious bureaucracy of getting one's room. And I had one of those days when all you want to do is damn everything and curse all the time. Well, it was not all that bad. I did get things done and managed to go home, but what a ride I had - the worse in my history of train rides and it is pretty colourful. Of course, the people were interesting, we had a nice chat, they were ok, thank heavens. But all the nerves I wasted, the sleep deprivation, the shit I had to take from officials - I barely made it. The waiting in lines, the moody first year students who had no clue what they were getting themselves into...the spiteful bus driver...and the half bare room...I have high hopes to get this room well, we'll see about that. It was a rainy, gloomy day yeaterday. As opposed to today when the sun is shining brightly. An aftertaste remains - a reminder of all the stuff I have to do from now on. The responsibilities. The communication. It can be viewed as a good thing or bad, depending on mood. Today...it's...ambiguous. I hope/apprehend. I am still set on making the best out of it. But it will require a lot of effort. So...til' later. ≈</p>
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<title><![CDATA[In Between!]]></title>
<link>http://dumakey.wordpress.com/?p=231</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 13:16:22 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Duma Key</dc:creator>
<guid>http://dumakey.el.wordpress.com/2008/09/15/in-between/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Once again its Monday, and my mood to say the least is not good. I dont think there is any real reas]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once again its Monday, and my mood to say the least is not good. I dont think there is any real reason for being in such a mood, I just am! People are annoying me, life is getting on my nervous and I am sick of being in this permanent state of limbo.</p>
<p>I drank way to much beer last night, late on after I locked up the pub. Today I suffer for this once more, not quite hungover just in between, and there we go again that word in-between.</p>
<p>Everything at the moment is in-between. My relationship is in-between, sort of friends, sort of relationship, Abigail goes to university on Sunday at which point the choice slips, and I have to let her go from any emotional tie to me. So we are in-between. The stupid thing here is that I knew I should have stopped this, I knew I should never have got involved, and now I know that her going is going to hurt me, though I will never show it.</p>
<p>I never let anyone get under my skin, I never let anyone see me, yet with Abigail, it has all been different, she was a friend, the bond I guess just grew. To be fair she is one of the most amazing people I have met, it is her deep depths, her nice nature,  the way she cares and loves, the way she held herself together through an impossible nightmare, the way she could never stand and see anyone hurt, and the fact I don't think she could ever be mean or nasty.</p>
<p>Out of the people I have met on this so called journey of life, that I lead, Abigail shines and stands strong by far, she is a rare gem, though she See's this not, a diamond that still sees herself as coal, even if I sat and proved to her that she was a diamond, she would much prefer to be coal, that is the beauty of her, of who she is, a whole and complete person. Much better and higher on life's rainbow, than I am or could ever hope to be.</p>
<p>I know now that it will bother me when she is gone, not that I will ever say, its a conversation that I can not have with her, primarily as she needs to go and have no ties to me. I always thought I was immune to any concept of emotion. She leaves on Sunday and as suddenly as our relationship began, it so to will end. I have thought about ways to keep things afloat, but that is pure selfishness on my part, satisfying my own need to be in her arms, as oppose to what is best for her.</p>
<p>When all logic dictates, despite my burning need to run to Spain, those quite times at home alone were where I wanted to run to Abigail, the special stolen moments we spent together, despite my fear of the inevitable. The fear of being burnt. She must go and needs to be free to enjoy and experience university and the 15 miles between us may as well be a whole continent. She needs to fulfil the potential that after time has driven her back to study, that unique aspect of university life, free. Because I care so much I must let her slip away now, with out over complicating things for her.</p>
<p>The irony lays in the fact it was I that wanted to run, yet it is her that goes!</p>
<p>Trying to clear my head, sort out the dead wood and work out exactly what I am doing here. I know after Sunday that things between Abi and I will never be the same again, and that at some point I will have to see her come to the pub with a new guy in toll, and just can only hope that she is happy. For me I must return back to the darkness that consumes my world and decide what it is I need to do.</p>
<p>I know now that I can not carry on living as I am, and do not want to slide back into the isolation of me, having stepped out of that for a while. I also know that to find happiness I have to find peace with in me, the answers don't lay in the bottom of another bottle of Smirnoff and numerous cigarette's.</p>
<p>The problem I have is embracing me and then placing that back into the context of life, and that I fear is far to much for me to handle. I could head of over to Spain, but I take myself with me, I could move away, but still I come with me, I cant run from me. The gift that Abigail bestowed upon me is the realisation that I just cant run anymore. That I can not place a round peg in a square hole and expect it to fit, it just does not.</p>
<p>Now I am left with pieces and the shadows that are me in a world where nothing fits. I think I already know the answer to the riddle that is my life, but I think the enormity of the task I now face is far to much, and the prospect now of stepping back to where I was is no longer an option.</p>
<p>The only door I find logical is the one with the exit sign.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[for you?]]></title>
<link>http://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/?p=120</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 23:16:29 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>fudgedflummery</dc:creator>
<guid>http://fudgedflummery.el.wordpress.com/2008/08/22/for-you/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[these tears I shed are not for you.
this red i&#8217;ve bled is not for you.
it&#8217;s a penance fo]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>these tears I shed are not for you.<br />
this red i've bled is not for you.<br />
it's a penance for my sorrow,<br />
a repentance for my foolishness.</p>
<p>this heart that broke is all for you.<br />
these words I've spoke are all for you.<br />
it's my soul for your perusal,<br />
my reply for your refusal.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[if you didn't know what came next..]]></title>
<link>http://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/?p=71</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 19:10:12 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>fudgedflummery</dc:creator>
<guid>http://fudgedflummery.el.wordpress.com/2008/08/21/if-you-didnt-know-what-came-next/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[if there was no guarantee that the next step you took would be on solid ground, would you still take]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>if there was no guarantee that the next step you took would be on solid ground, would you still take that step?</p>
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<title><![CDATA[mistake]]></title>
<link>http://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/?p=59</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 07:12:39 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>fudgedflummery</dc:creator>
<guid>http://fudgedflummery.el.wordpress.com/2008/08/21/mistake/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[your smiling lips pressed so tightly against mine
reminds me just how tightly I should have held ont]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>your smiling lips pressed so tightly against mine<br />
reminds me just how tightly I should have held onto you.<br />
I let you go when I should have pulled you closer,<br />
and when you keep me there,<br />
centered in front of you,<br />
secure in your arms,<br />
put in place by your touch,<br />
our words fall into white noise.<br />
no need for cluttered explanations,<br />
shed our breathless anticipation,<br />
no longer pretending we don't remember<br />
how to fit together just right.<br />
acknowledged mistakes,<br />
repentant tears falling on our lips,<br />
whispered forgiveness lingering on frost-laden air.</p>
<p>reunions and well-deserved love<br />
must all come to a crashing halt;<br />
they always do.<br />
hear my unspoken grief,<br />
my heart's lament.<br />
this place can't hold me much longer,<br />
and neither can your arms,<br />
even though leaving you here<br />
shreds the last bit of decency I've left to offer.</p>
<p>I lay before you a mistake I'm sure I've made again.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[outpourings]]></title>
<link>http://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/?p=57</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 07:04:50 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>fudgedflummery</dc:creator>
<guid>http://fudgedflummery.el.wordpress.com/2008/08/21/outpourings/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[nothing tastes more bitter than a love heavily advertised that proves to be too elusive to capture. ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>nothing tastes more bitter than a love heavily advertised that proves to be too elusive to capture. That night, well I though you loved me, and I was terribly mistaken. The lines across my face serve as evidence of my foolishness.</p>
<p><strong>unrelated, but still a foolish outpouring:</strong></p>
<p>If I were to know untamed, unrestricted love, would my fragile heart be able to survive its pressure? If I survived you once, can I once again or was it luck the first time around?</p>
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<title><![CDATA[the oldies station]]></title>
<link>http://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/?p=51</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 06:48:16 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>fudgedflummery</dc:creator>
<guid>http://fudgedflummery.el.wordpress.com/2008/08/21/the-oldies-station/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[inspired by your loving caution,
touched by that shy way you
pretend not to miss me,
that blunt way ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>inspired by your loving caution,<br />
touched by that shy way you<br />
pretend not to miss me,<br />
that blunt way you<br />
pretend you still love me.<br />
you read so much into my words,<br />
so little into my feinted cruelty.</p>
<p>in some diluted sense<br />
I wish you were here,<br />
if only to feel the air<br />
charged like it was,<br />
to feel my skin<br />
crawl once more.</p>
<p>but we all come to the<br />
bitter conclusion that<br />
what's past is gone.<br />
what's of you is now<br />
an oldie but goodie,<br />
a station I only tune into<br />
when I get those unshakable blues.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[i can't]]></title>
<link>http://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/?p=13</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 21:03:58 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>fudgedflummery</dc:creator>
<guid>http://fudgedflummery.el.wordpress.com/2008/08/20/untitled-2/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[it&#8217;s like I&#8217;ll stop breathing
and cease to exist.
my heart&#8217;s being pushed
into my ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>it's like I'll stop breathing<br />
and cease to exist.</p>
<p>my heart's being pushed<br />
into my throat,<br />
beating so loud I can't<br />
hear my own thoughts.</p>
<p>I can't trust my feet,<br />
they'll only lead to you.</p>
<p>every waking moment,<br />
every technicolor dream--<br />
you're in my blood<br />
and I just can't get you out.</p>
<p>love is this crazy thing,<br />
it keeps haunting me--<br />
leaving me sleepless and scared.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[地平線]]></title>
<link>http://plameowyn.wordpress.com/?p=183</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 07:44:20 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>plameowyn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://plameowyn.el.wordpress.com/2008/08/18/%e5%9c%b0%e5%b9%b3%e7%b7%9a/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[
藍
紫
橙
空が赤く染まる 
快晴
上空
流され・流す
夕焼けが起こる
観察

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<li><span><span>藍<a href="http://plameowyn.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/chakra-brow-300.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-184" src="http://plameowyn.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/chakra-brow-300.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="155" /></a></span></span></li>
<li><span><span><span><span>紫</span></span></span></span></li>
<li><span><span><span><span><span><span>橙</span></span></span></span></span></span></li>
<li><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="display:inline;">空が赤く染まる</span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></li>
<li><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>快晴</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li>
<li><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>上空</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li>
<li><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>流され・流す</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li>
<li><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>夕焼けが起こる</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li>
<li><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>観察</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li>
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<title><![CDATA[Learning to Let Go and TRUST]]></title>
<link>http://marissahyatt.wordpress.com/?p=35</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 06:46:23 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>marissahyatt</dc:creator>
<guid>http://marissahyatt.el.wordpress.com/2008/08/17/learning-to-let-go-and-trust/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[&#8220;When we worship the Lord, let’s remember that He is in control. Nothing alarms Him, or take]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:center;"><em><strong>"When we worship the Lord, let’s remember that He is in control. Nothing alarms Him, or takes Him by surprise. Nothing is too big for Him to handle, or so small it escapes His attention. When the winds of my world begin to blow, He remains seated. When raging waves surround me, He governs their temper…I need not be moved … Because the Lord is seated and sovereign…He alone is sovereign."</strong></em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>- Ronald James -</strong></p>
<p>At this point in my life I feel as though I'm completely riding the line. I'm in the land of In-between. I've graduated high school, but not in college yet. I'm almost an adult, but not quite there. I've got an incredible job with <a href="http://revolvetour.com">Revolve</a>, but haven't started yet. I'm living at home, but when my job starts I'll only be here three days a week. Its just this awkward place in life where everything is almost here but not quite. </p>
<p>Lately I've been asking myself the question, "What kind of spiritual lesson am I'm supposed to be learning through all of this?" And I hadn't realized what it was until I was talking with a good friend <a href="http://beyondjems.wordpress.com">Amy</a>. She said it plain and simple, "He's asking you to give up control and trust Him." When she said it to me in just 10 simple words, it hit me: He is asking me to do the very thing that I have been telling Him I was so scared of doing and haven't done 100%. I realized how much of my life I have said the same thing over and over to Him, "Alright God, its all yours. Take all of my life into your hands. Do what you will. I trust you. I give it ALL to you." Three days later, I realize that nothing major has happened and tell Him, "Ok God, I know that you are still working on all of this, and probably still taking some time to plan my life out, so while your doing that, let me just take this <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">BIG</span> LITTLE thing over here and I'll handle it myself." To which He responds, "But I thought you were giving it ALL to me, Marissa? I'll let you take what you want and then once it doesn't turn out the way you had planned, I'll still be here, ready and willing to take it upon myself to work out." </p>
<p>All of my life I have done this. Whether it be taking financial issues or relationship issues into hand, I tend to do this with God. I fake Him into thinking He's getting all of me, when in reality I know that I'm not willing to give it <em>all</em> to Him. But who knew! He's smarter than that, but still just as loving and accepting. </p>
<p>I went to a small group for a church I am starting to go to, <a title="Grace Chapel" href="http://gracechapel.net">Grace Chapel</a>, and the leader talked a lot about how we make 'idols' out of things in our life, putting them before God and trying our hardest to deal with them ourselves. At the end he posed a question, "What are your idols that you are taking 'control' of and placing before Him?" I realized how much I was putting before him and trying to 'take control' over. </p>
<p style="text-align:left;">This week especially I have realized that God is showing me the ares of my life that I need to start working through in order to fully let Him live <em>in</em> me. I heard this many MANY times. When we open the door for Christ to live <em>in </em>and <em>through</em> us (not just <em>with</em> us) He starts shining lights on the areas of our lives that need to be changed and/or let go of (i.e. what we need to give up). So obviously the things that He is shining lights on are my control and trust issues. What am I <em>not</em> willing to give up? What am I <em>trying</em> to control? What am I doing <em>my </em>way?</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>Bottom line: </strong><em><strong>What am I not trusting HIM with?</strong></em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;">So my question to you is, what are you not willing to give up? What are you holding captive because you think you can do it better than He can? What are not trusting Him with?</p>
<p style="text-align:left;"> </p>
<p style="text-align:left;">On a side note, check this video out. My <a href="http://michaelhyatt.com">dad</a> showed it to me and I thought it was pretty incredible/creative! Or watch it <a title="Again and Again Video" href="http://www.new.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=14211072862&#38;oid=5594113353" target="_blank">here</a> for a clearer picture. The song is "Again and Again" by Bird and the Bee.</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style='text-align:center; display: block;'><object width='425' height='350'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/6kxDxLAjkO8'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/6kxDxLAjkO8&rel=0' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='350'></embed></object></span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Rhymefest - In Between]]></title>
<link>http://beatsandbombs.wordpress.com/?p=341</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 19:13:50 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>beatsandbombs</dc:creator>
<guid>http://beatsandbombs.el.wordpress.com/2008/08/08/rhymefest-in-between/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[

Here is Rhymefest&#8217;s new joint called &#8220;In Between&#8221; off of his new album El Che. T]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://beatsandbombs.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/rhymefest3.jpg"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-345" src="http://beatsandbombs.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/rhymefest3.jpg" alt="" width="132" height="101" /></a></p>
<p>[audio http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/68812/rhymefest-in_between-beatsandbombs.mp3]</p>
<p>Here is Rhymefest's new joint called "In Between" off of his new album <em>El Che.</em> This dude is one hell of a performer and I can't wait to see what he does with Mark Ronson now that he is on his label. All their music should be dope as hell. I'm sure Wale will be thrown on some tracks too so that gets me geeked. Let me know what you think.</p>
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