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			<title><![CDATA[ Bedtime poetry (collection) ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Just a collection of poems I written into random before I went to bed/sleep. Go ahead and pick ones you like and dislike. Can&#39;t put on any staple of
quality, although I think some can stand on their own.
<br>
<br>
---
<br>
1
<br>
<br>
There is little that can be told in the day.
<br>
I have seen them all, keeping their word.
<br>
For the day, there is nothing wrong.
<br>
Until the winter night comes.
<br>
<br>
---
<br>
2
<br>
<br>
There is no reprise for the damned,
<br>
Only there is... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 01:43:52 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Move on ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1688/t/Move-on.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;Move on,&quot; she whispered in my ear,
<br>
That gentle, soothing voice.
<br>
It promised me to forget my past,
<br>
My sins,
<br>
My every regret.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Move on,&quot; she whispered in my ear,
<br>
Her tinkling laughter fade,
<br>
Away into the nothingness,
<br>
As I stare numbly at my pane&#39;s.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Move on,&quot; she whispered in my ear,
<br>
And it seems that is the way,
<br>
But how can I just move along,
<br>
When we all had our say?
<br>
<br>
I know that I... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 20:23:52 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Through the Seeing Glass ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1682/t/Through-the-Seeing-Glass.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ I can&#39;t even bear to look at her anymore.
<br>
Her face,
<br>
Her body,
<br>
The arched ankle in her high heeled shoes.
<br>
<br>
It drives me crazy.
<br>
Living in this glass walled prison.
<br>
Staring longingly,
<br>
Like a hungry wolf waiting to be let out,
<br>
<br>
The desires that hunger within me,
<br>
They promise me such sweet delights.
<br>
Let me out.
<br>
<br>
I can&#39;t bear to hear her,
<br>
Her tinkling laughter,
<br>
The gentle, lilting voice.
<br>
<br>
It&#39;s like... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 18:56:47 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Longing ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1675/t/Longing.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;">
  I see you in the endless sea,
  <br>
  Shining back in my dreams, oh dear lady.
  <br>
  Come, come to reality with me.
  <br>
  <br>
  I wish to smell you in all your savagery,
  <br>
  To see your motion displayed properly,
  <br>
  To hear the life pouring trough your body.
  <br>
  <br>
  I cannot abide figments no longer,
  <br>
  Dreams softer than air, tasteless forever.
  <br>
  I want, oh how I want to touch in clarity.
  <br>
  <br>
  So, unhide... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 02:07:05 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ The Raven ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1648/t/The-Raven.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <br>
This one was written for Liz, a long time ago, and I just realized I&#39;d never posted it here.
<br>
<br>

<div style="text-align:center">
  <br>
  <span style="font-size:17px"><strong>The Raven</strong></span>
  <br>
  <br>
  They say there&#39;s no beauty in the Raven,
  <br>
  That it&#39;s a bird of ill omen, messenger of doom;
  <br>
  They would rather watch and hear a songbird,
  <br>
  Listen to its trill where the flowers bloom.
  <br>
  <br>
  Shows they&#39;ve never really... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 20:17:14 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Sleepless muse ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1645/t/Sleepless-muse.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;">
  Storm is in my mind,
  <br>
  Because of an element of insight.
  <br>
  Noise drifts to song and back at night.
  <br>
  <br>
  Not just the thing,
  <br>
  But the whole of the thing,
  <br>
  Does beckon from my words.
  <br>
  <br>
  Unspoken universes rattle,
  <br>
  In a drift of my eyes,
  <br>
  Waiting the turn of the tide.
  <br>
  <br>
  Pinching my nerve,
  <br>
  Do my fingers struggle for
  <br>
  Figments of inspiration to unwind.
  <br>... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 01:53:28 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ True tears ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1631/t/True-tears.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ Everything kind of flew away after that.
<br>
<br>
It was as if a sharp wind had blown through me, a gust that uprooted even the strongest trees.
<br>
<br>
I didn&#39;t know how to react to it. I didn&#39;t even know why I couldn&#39;t react to it.
<br>
<br>
Her tears. They fell. Like a water&#39;s spring.
<br>
<br>
Ah, I wanted to catch them, to wipe them away. But when I did, a warm, unfamiliar feeling swelled inside me.
<br>
<br>
What was it?
<br>
<br>
The ghosts of my past blew around... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 03:32:46 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ A secret place and power ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1624/t/A-secret-place-and-power.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;">
  A secret place and power
  <br>
  <br>
  I live in a thousand glimmers,
  <br>
  Dreaming repeated music,
  <br>
  That sometimes flows
  <br>
  <span style="font-style: italic;">Free.</span>
  <br>
  <br>
  Curtained by grey reality
  <br>
  I live my days coloured
  <br>
  By images conjured for
  <br>
  <span style="font-style: italic;">Free.</span>
  <br>
  <br>
  In-between hours of sloth
  <br>
  Broken for a moment by healthy excuses
  <br>
  Can my... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 05:43:29 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Loss ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1605/t/Loss.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ We watched, silently, as the entourage arrived.
<br>
Slick, well dressed, cool and collected in their mis-match.
<br>
One a sloth,
<br>
another a bowl,
<br>
a third a porcupine.
<br>
<br>
How did I lose to such as this?
<br>
I wonder as I sit idly by.
<br>
<br>
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<br>
<br>
Due to circumstances (I.e. I am paranoid about the Internet) I can&#39;t explain further why the use of animals and a bowl as a connotation, nor can I fully
explain what this poem really talks about. It can mean... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 03:17:38 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Light and Dark ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1595/t/Light-and-Dark.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2"><font size="4">Just a couple of random poems/writings I cooked up......</font>
<br>
<br></font>

<div style="text-align: center;">
  <font size="2"><font size="4"><span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;">The Dark</span>
  <br></font>
  <br></font>
</div>

<div>
  <div style="text-align: center;"></div>

  <div>
    <div style="text-align: center;">
      <font style="font-size: 16pt;" size="3" face="Franklin Gothic Medium">I can be comforting and warm</font>... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 17:40:13 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Love on the Highway ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1569/t/Love-on-the-Highway.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ Gripped tightly in Grace&#39;s embrace, she whispers in my ear, urging me on.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Faster. Harder. More. MORE.&quot;
<br>
<br>
I&#39;m thrilled by her reckless demands, her insatiable appetite.But I must hold back, maintain control. There are too many people around for an overt
display.
<br>
<br>
Distraction, that&#39;s it. Billy Joel&#39;s voice fills the small space, I focus on the lyrics. &quot;The piano sounds like a carnival, the microphone smells
like a beer.&quot;
<br>
<br>... ]]></description>

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			<author>feeds@yuku.com (vaalium)</author>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 02:44:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ A Moment in the Colorado Night ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1568/t/A-Moment-in-the-Colorado-Night.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ I&#39;m standing in the driveway, just outside the garage. The cul de sac is dark, for which I am grateful, and in that restful silence, I savor the delicate
magic of this moment.
<br>
<br>
The clouds are illuminated from within by flashes of lightening, their billowing internal structure revealed in the night sky. The thunder rumbles distant and
faint, almost an afterthought. Most of the drops never reach the ground on their six thousand foot journey to the concrete of my driveway. They... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 13:43:20 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Excuses ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1564/t/Excuses.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ Thunder rumbled this morning,
<br>
rain tap dancing on the black-tar
<br>
streets below. I was going to
<br>
mop the floor,
<br>
do some laundry,
<br>
run out the door, get some groceries --
<br>
but there was no sunrise;
<br>
<br>
so much for a day at the beach,
<br>
someone must be sighing.
<br>
<br>
Does it make it a better day
<br>
for doing housework?
<br>
<br>
Grumbling thunder, rain beating on the windows.
<br>
<br>
I don&#39;t think so.
<br> ]]></description>

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			<author>feeds@yuku.com (Ravenblack)</author>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 13:48:15 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ The Cashier ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1556/t/The-Cashier.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ She scrambled back to her register
<br>
after getting the change she needed
<br>
and the customers-in-line stabbed her
<br>
with stares of <span style="font-style: italic;">where have you been</span>
<br style="font-style: italic;">
<span style="font-style: italic;">for the past five minutes of my precious time?</span>
<br>
But as they watched her count through
<br>
a heavy stack of fifties - change
<br>
for the thousand dollar some asshole gave
<br>
to pay for his two-bag $40.55 groceries,... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 11:06:49 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Mrs Lee ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1555/t/Mrs-Lee.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ She smelled of sour plums and pressed flowers;
<br>
beads of sweat on her forehead ran down
<br>
fierce creases, she would wipe them off
<br>
with her white lacy hanky before they could fall.
<br>
She&#39;d instruct us to turn to the page as her eyes
<br>
scanned over the heads of the restless for recess.
<br>
<br>
Twenty years later, on a train, she&#39;s sitting
<br>
in front of me. Her hair once curly and black
<br>
is now a head of white furls; same eyes, same
<br>
pitbull jaws; she&#39;s... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 10:51:45 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Confess ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1551/t/Confess.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <br>
I broke it.
<br>
<br>
But I wish someone else did --
<br>
It&#39;s got to be that guy
<br>
who used it before me.
<br>
<br>
Quick! get the superglue
<br>
or some sticky tape!
<br>
Maybe I can fix the damn thing
<br>
before it&#39;s found out.
<br>
<br>
Too late!
<br>
A passing witness sees
<br>
the two pieces,
<br>
&quot;what happened to this?&quot;
<br>
<br>
Lips flap like a tent
<br>
giving way to wind;
<br>
words sputter out:
<br>
excuses --
<br>
useless --
<br>
sentences can&#39;t... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 23:37:36 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Anticipation ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1550/t/Anticipation.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ I really suck at poetry, but thought I&#39;d try one out for size.
<br>
<br>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">He paced back and forth</span>
<br style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="font-weight: bold;">senses all a-tingle</span>
<br style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Muscles bunching and relaxing as he watched and waited in anticipation</span>
<br style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Hunger growled in his stomach as he eyed his... ]]></description>

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			<author>feeds@yuku.com (deliciousruby)</author>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 20:55:17 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Monsoon ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1543/t/Monsoon.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;">
  <font size="3" face="Bookman Old Style">The storm is rolling in, low, ominous, exciting</font>
  <br>
  <font size="3" face="Bookman Old Style">The thrill of what is coming tingles in my veins</font>
  <br>
  <font size="3" face="Bookman Old Style">Anticipation mounts within, teasing me with hope</font>
  <br>
  <font size="3" face="Bookman Old Style">The scent of rain heavy on the air, a promise strong</font>
  <br>
  <font size="3" face="Bookman Old... ]]></description>

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			<author>feeds@yuku.com (Silent)</author>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 08:55:51 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Vampire Possession ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1542/t/Vampire-Possession.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ I&#39;d much rather write stories but since none of my stories are um, exactly short, I figured I&#39;d begin by tossing out some of my &quot;I&#39;m
bored&quot; poetry <img src="/domainskins/bypass/img/smileys/wink.gif">
<br>
<br>
<font size="3" face="Bookman Old Style">Memorizing promises that hold you in their grasp
<br>
A thousand words uttered in a single glance
<br>
Think you&#39;ve found redemption in that tainted touch
<br>
But hell reeks of salvation until you&#39;re in its folds... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 08:26:03 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ White ]]></title>
			<link>http://cassiopeia.yuku.com/topic/1532/t/White.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ The castle stood there,
<br>
Majestic in its crenelations,
<br>
Towering over the rest of the city.
<br>
All who looked and wondered were in awe,
<br>
At its crumbling facade,
<br>
The off-white stone,
<br>
Whitewashed, and peeling.
<br>
<br>
Those who ventured inside found
<br>
the air cloying with the scent of dust.
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The dark nether regions exposed suddenly
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By a shaft of sunlight pouring in,
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from a broken roof.
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Many have come to marvel,
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