<?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-456145726757484932</id><updated>2011-11-02T14:41:54.208-07:00</updated><category term='DARKNESS'/><category term='smokin'/><category term='AZURE'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='Erotica'/><category term='LYRICS'/><title type='text'>INCANDESCENT BLU</title><subtitle type='html'>If I never make a penny off my writng I will still love to write. I just want to be read and to quiet the thoughts in my head. When I empty my mind of the thoughts I have it fills up with new ones. My thoughts are emotionally provoking. 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line-height: 115%;"&gt;Getting wrapped up in your arms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Falling in love with all your boyish charms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Oooo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;At any given moment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Oooo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;At any given moment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ooo ooo ooo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; 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line-height: 115%;"&gt;Aaah &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;At any given moment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Aah ahh ahh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;At any given moment you can be found on my mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;You can see I’m in love with you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I think the whole world sees it too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Youre so cute with your bashful ways&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I love all our yesterdays&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;And&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;At any given moment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;And &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;At any given moment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mmmm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;At any given moment you can be found on my mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-6361924613341267857?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6361924613341267857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6361924613341267857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2011/11/at-any-given-moment-11-2-11.html' title='at any given moment 11-2-11'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1765679467590559972</id><published>2011-09-01T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:03:13.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being on the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;it allows me to see webs of lies people spin&lt;br /&gt;those who pretend to commit no sin&lt;br /&gt;and those that hide behind a phoney grin.&lt;br /&gt;being outside looking in allows me to see&lt;br /&gt;more clearly the people I keep close to me&lt;br /&gt;those who know the truths of honesty&lt;br /&gt;and those who love me for me.&lt;br /&gt;blu (tbc...)8/24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1765679467590559972?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1765679467590559972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1765679467590559972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-being-on-outside-looking-in-it.html' title=''/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-5484996678233995978</id><published>2011-08-16T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:58:50.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Nurse Tribute for my sister Rachael 8/16/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Why do we stay up and study all hours of the night?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we give sleep such a determined fight?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we put aside our needs for the needs at hand?&lt;br /&gt;We are Nurses in training and we are in high demand.&lt;br /&gt;Student Nurses are Angels in training about to receive their wings.&lt;br /&gt;Student Nurses are Angels in training about to do amazing things.&lt;br /&gt;All the hard work we have endured to accomplish our goals&lt;br /&gt;All of the sacrifices we have made will comfort many souls. &lt;br /&gt;We may feel unappreciated, and pushed to our limits.&lt;br /&gt;We may even at times be pushed to call it quits.&lt;br /&gt;But just one smile or one “Thank you” will melt our giving hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Just one is all it takes to renew our love of our healing arts.&lt;br /&gt;All the bad feelings disappear to be replaced by the values we represent: &lt;br /&gt;Human dignity, compassion, dedication, integrity, leadership and excellence..&lt;br /&gt;We are comforters, and counselors. We are the frontline of medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Not only are Nurses Angels, Nurses are very special friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-5484996678233995978?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/5484996678233995978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/5484996678233995978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2011/08/student-nurse-tribute-for-my-sister.html' title='Student Nurse Tribute for my sister Rachael 8/16/11'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-5452355384982587846</id><published>2010-11-07T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:27:16.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Nothing to Forgive</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My life is nothing like before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've done, seen and heard a whole lot more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If he's doing me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He's gonna sing the same old song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imma pack him up and ship him out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sucka free, no more going back for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The girl of the past is history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more looking back for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more tears shed for a guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more waiting or being a standby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have way too much heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I'm not gonna fall apart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have way too much love to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have way too much life to live&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; way too much live to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So there is nothing to forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wide and deep as the bluest skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Measures the Enlightenment in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Go ahead and play your little game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not naive that you are a lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know how to get to the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; When I do, Imma shoot you down like John Wilkes Booth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not impressed with your dead presidents&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;or an upscale address of residence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love without being in love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm waiting for a sign from heaven above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A sign to tell me if you are the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Till then any relationship can come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can chill with all that macho bravada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the charming talk will get you nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nothing you can do will change my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been around and I know your kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My life is nothing like before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love me a whole lot more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If he doing me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know that it wont be long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imma pack him up and ship him out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm a good woman I deserve a whole lot more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more looking back for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more believing his story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more tears over a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've taken all the hurt I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have way too much heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So Im not gonna fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have way too much love to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and way too much life to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; way too much life to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So there is nothing to forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All I want from love is fidelity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For a man to be honest with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It seems no man can be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I prayed, It would be different with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you 've done wrong time will tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will see the signs I know them well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dark intentions come to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dont worry about making things right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promised me , "to thy own self be true"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love me more than I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can walk away with no hesitence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Go run Game a girl with no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You will be just another lesson in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another man who wont deserve me as a wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;My life is nothing like before&lt;br /&gt;I've done, seen and heard a whole lot more&lt;br /&gt;So when you do me wrong &lt;br /&gt;Just know it wont be long&lt;br /&gt;Imma pack you up and ship you out the door&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised, I'm honest to the core&lt;br /&gt;I'm a new woman and I'm grown&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm just fine all on my own&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and do you&lt;br /&gt;Just know Imma do me too&lt;br /&gt;No worries if this is the end&lt;br /&gt;It is all good my friend&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna fall aprt&lt;br /&gt;I have way too much heart&lt;br /&gt;I have way too much love to give&lt;br /&gt;and way too much life to live&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; way to much life to live&lt;br /&gt;So there is nothing to forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-5452355384982587846?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/5452355384982587846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/5452355384982587846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/11/there-is-nothing-to-forgive.html' title='There Is Nothing to Forgive'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1948082409537684343</id><published>2010-06-23T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T05:29:26.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARKNESS'/><title type='text'>Recession Depression 2010</title><content type='html'>I can feel the sadness creepin in&lt;br /&gt;My world&amp;nbsp;is about to flip and spin&lt;br /&gt;My mind is always submiting within&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try to please I never win&lt;br /&gt;My life is like a Merry -Go- Round&lt;br /&gt;What goes up must come down&lt;br /&gt;So my smile becomes a frown&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing replaces the laughter sound&lt;br /&gt;All I ever do is think about him&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why his outlook on life is so grim&lt;br /&gt;I feel his rage though I am not his victim&lt;br /&gt;I have no recourse but to pray&lt;br /&gt;Tired of tears every night and day&lt;br /&gt;When will happiness come to stay&lt;br /&gt;Im beginning to believe it never may&lt;br /&gt;Empathetic to his anger about repression&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to survive from fall out of recession&lt;br /&gt;His words, how they do leave a lasting impression&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this sadness before I am anticipating depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1948082409537684343?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1948082409537684343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1948082409537684343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/06/recession-depression-2010.html' title='Recession Depression 2010'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-6579318025030567377</id><published>2010-05-25T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:02:27.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suchen meine Mütter gebären Familie editdelete</title><content type='html'>Meine Mutter wurde in Kampen Sylt Deutschland in 1951 geboren. Sie Wurde in 1953 durch einen Amerikaner Copule Angenommen und hat sie in Amerika gelebt, da sie 3 war. Ihr Name, wenn sie in einem Waisenhaus in Deutschland gelebt hat, war Rosewitha Witte ot Wiitte. Ich hoffte, jemanden in Deutschland zu finden, das würde entweder jenen Nachnamen hat, oder kennt jemanden durch jenen Namen. Ich hoffte, dass sie Familienmitglieder fragen könnten, wenn sie von irgendeinen Frauen in ihren Familien wissen, die ein Mädchenbaby zu einem Waisenhaus iin den Jahren 1951 zu 1954 aufgegeben hatten. Es ist mein Glaube, dass sie ein Posten WWII Kind ist, und darf das Ergebnis wenn Beziehung zwischen einem Soldaten, der entweder jenes Gebiet während der Jahre nach den Krieg oder sie besetzt hat, ist das vielleicht ein Kind von sein „ein SS Züchtend Haus“. Eine andere Möglichkeit ist war ihre Mutter nur zu arm, sich sie zu der Zeit zu pflegen. Keine Materie was das Ergebnis der Suche ist wir nur hoffen, Antworten zu finden. Meine Mütter angenommener Vater ist gestorben, als sie 13 war, ihr Bruder ist gestorben, als sie 20 war, und ihre angenommene Mutter ist vor ungefähr 20 Jahren gestorben. Sie hat nie wirklich anerkannt durch den Rest ihrer angenommenen Familie so daher sie fühlt wie eine verlorene Seele gefühlt. Alle hat sie für Familie ist ihr Ehemann und ihre Kinder. Ich kenne seine eine verrückte Idee nur, zufällige Leute in Deutschland zu kontaktieren, aber jeder Andere sucht wir haben versucht hat führt nicht irgendwo. Das Waisenhaus, in das meine Mutter war, als ein Säugling wurde verbrannt bevor socoiety hat behalten Informationen über Computer so alle Dateien sind gegangen. Im, der traurig ist zum interupting Ihres Lebens mit meiner Suche, meine Müttergeburtfamilie zu finden,. thankyou für Ihre Zeit. Sie sind sehr großzügig gewesen, zu antworten. Aufrichtig April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-6579318025030567377?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6579318025030567377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6579318025030567377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/05/suchen-meine-mutter-gebaren-familie.html' title='Suchen meine Mütter gebären Familie editdelete'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-8742087899864698277</id><published>2010-02-03T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:33:37.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO MY DAUGHTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thought I was a woman but I was just a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the first time I kissed a boy and felt love in my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I was a woman but I was just a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the first time a boy I had kissed tore my heart apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I was a woman but I was just a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the first time I knew it was more than like, it was love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I was a  woman but I was just a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time I vowed my love before my family and God Above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I was a woman but I was just a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time I held my child and realized I was a Mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I was a woman but I was just a girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the first time the one I loved betrayed me for another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I was a woman but I was just a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the first time I thought I knew the difference between the two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew I was a woman and no longer just a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time I decided to love myself and to thyne own self be true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that I am a woman I have not forgotten being just a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so for the first time my dear daughter let me say to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On your journey to being a woman and no longer just a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always be your mother and have taken this journey too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be the woman to guide you while you are just a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the first time that you need me I will be here for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like the woman who guided me when I was just a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;teaching you to love yourself, as woman and as your Mother,I must do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-8742087899864698277?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8742087899864698277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8742087899864698277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-my-daughter.html' title='TO MY DAUGHTER'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-8667473162708921686</id><published>2010-01-21T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:33:25.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INDEPENDENT LADY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a hot summer night on the southside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;finna get ready to take a li'l ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gonna cruise the hood in my pearl Escalady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gonna sight some brothas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe act a li'l shady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They holla and they flex as I slide by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I'm still lookin' for the right guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's gotta be a hottie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he's gotta stay fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With a li'l bit of thug in his eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You all know the Independent lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;White Honey in the pearl Escalady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I learned from my man how to be shady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didn't wanna slide but baby he made me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here's a brothas chance to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;down with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But he's gotta be V.I.P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not just anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every body's poppin' bottles these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Downin' themselves in a purple haze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All kindza drink at ev'ry house party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, even the ol' cliche Baccardi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you're VIP then you've got the Cha Ching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and all the icy icy on your bling bling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you ain't clubin' you ain't doin the damn thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NOW LISTEN TO THE PRETTY LADY SING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You all know the Independent Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not lookin' for a yes, just need a maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We gonna spend some time , Is that ok baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come and take a ride in my Escalady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We gonna cruise the hood sippin on HQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby if you're good mix in the Henny too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I'm gonna slide I want all to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You lookin' like the Hottie with the V.I.P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A li'l bit of street to really sex me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dont worry bout my man he's history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We're goin' to the club to shake all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe if I'm lucky there will be a girl fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He might be there with her if I am right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's gonna see me in a new light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You all know the Independent Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;White Honey in a pearl Escalady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didn't wanna do it but I'm out bein' shady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didn't wanna slide but baby he made me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here's a brothas chance to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Down with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But he's gotta be V.I.P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not just anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You all know the Independent Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;White Honey in the pearl Escalady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not lookin' for a yes just need a maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didn't wanna slide but baby he made me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So come and take a ride in my Escalady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-8667473162708921686?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8667473162708921686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8667473162708921686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/independent-lady.html' title='INDEPENDENT LADY'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-4866729787387297621</id><published>2010-01-21T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:12:03.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HEART STILL LONGS FOR HIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think about him, still, after all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way he looks, the way he smells&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, When I'm sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I forget he is gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reach for him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is not there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart still longs for him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sleepwalk through every day, still, daydreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;About his laugh, his smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, when I'm out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I hear him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turn around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is not there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart still longs for him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love him, still, after all this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all his mistakes, all his lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the time, I miss him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to be with him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I cannot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is not there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart still longs for him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-4866729787387297621?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4866729787387297621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4866729787387297621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-heart-still-longs-for-him.html' title='MY HEART STILL LONGS FOR HIM'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1051808594772667800</id><published>2010-01-21T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:06:29.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I let go of my heart today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said goodbye to my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the hardest thing I ever had to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said goodbye to my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I removed the ring he gave to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said goodbye to my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I erased every trace that I could see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said goodbye to my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's sad to me he wont know our daughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said goodbye to my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wipe away those tears remembering he didn't want her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said goodbye to my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is now time for me to grieve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said goodbye to my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still dont understand why he had to leave &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said goodbye to my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1051808594772667800?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1051808594772667800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1051808594772667800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-love.html' title='GOODBYE LOVE'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-4179147380880497339</id><published>2010-01-21T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:58:27.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRACK WIDOW 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Once I was in love and soared through the heavens. He was my lover and my best friend for eight years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life wasn't perfect but it was adventurous and fullfilling. My Love was stolen from me by the devil of all drugs. My heart bounds me to this weary planet where I mourn the loss of my love. Although he is still living, he is the walking dead. Seeing him on the street makes me cry remembering the man he used to be. Listening to my daughter cry for her father breaks my heart, knowing that I am not only denying myself I am also denying her the love we both long for. He cannot see past his own wants and needs. He cannot hear the pleas from his family, his friends, or me to get the help he needs to come back to us. He is addicted to the devil of all drugs and the man he was he is no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to soar the heavens again.  I'm afraid there is no one who can help me until I have found my release from the grief that binds me here. I'm afraid that day will never come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont know how to let go of my love for the man he was or my sorrow for the man he now is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a crack widow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-4179147380880497339?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4179147380880497339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4179147380880497339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/crack-widow-2007.html' title='CRACK WIDOW 2007'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1250072917425504075</id><published>2010-01-21T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:46:05.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOY TOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Out rollin' in my blue jeans and white T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bustin in a new pair of Nike&lt;br /&gt;My ass lookin' Mighty, Mighty&lt;br /&gt;I wear more bling than Ice T&lt;br /&gt;My future's lookin' brightly&lt;br /&gt;And now your girl , she wanna fight me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault you're a play boy&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was just your boy toy&lt;br /&gt;finally free from you, I jump for joy&lt;br /&gt;Now you only call me just to annoy&lt;br /&gt;with the charms you try to deploy&lt;br /&gt;your girls heart you did destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know the affect you would have on me&lt;br /&gt;The hypnotic trance of your eyes held me fondly&lt;br /&gt;I never asked to fall for you completely&lt;br /&gt;What will I do, now that Im free&lt;br /&gt;You still hanging around not letting me be&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to walk away Independently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be her heart you seek, not mine&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know bout her, thought I was your Valentine&lt;br /&gt;I know our friendship was hard to define&lt;br /&gt;What is it about me that gets you to cross the line&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I see the signs&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my mind. Get out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard at work tryin' to replace you&lt;br /&gt;Better get your girl, that's what you should do&lt;br /&gt;Tell her to pay me no mind cuz you and I are through&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't only me. It takes two&lt;br /&gt;You were chasing me, if she only knew&lt;br /&gt;It's your fault , you shoulda stayed true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out rollin' in my blue jeans and white T&lt;br /&gt;Bustin in a new pair of Nike&lt;br /&gt;The ass is lookin mighty , mighty&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearin' more Ice than Ice T&lt;br /&gt;My future is lookin' brightly&lt;br /&gt;And now your girl she wanna fight me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you were a play boy&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know I was just your boy toy&lt;br /&gt;finally free from you I jump for joy&lt;br /&gt;Now you only call me just to annoy&lt;br /&gt;with the charming ways you deploy&lt;br /&gt;my trust in you you did destroy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1250072917425504075?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1250072917425504075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1250072917425504075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/boy-toy.html' title='BOY TOY'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-634839588697848620</id><published>2010-01-21T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:22:45.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEARS FALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;        fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;           one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;               by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                  one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     from deep glassy pools of blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                   One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                           one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                     tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from a pain that has no mirrored reflection at the source&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;          One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;          by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;          one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;          tears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;          stream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;over a pale white saddened surface&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                             One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                          by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                      one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                               tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                          fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from one who has loved and lost love in a battle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Won&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Tears Fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-634839588697848620?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/634839588697848620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/634839588697848620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/tears-fall.html' title='TEARS FALL'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-391906686172105615</id><published>2010-01-21T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:10:50.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVED BY ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want to kiss you behind your ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be the one to ease your fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to hold you close to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And show you what it's like to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loved by me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to put my arms around you tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuddle up to you every night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell you everything is gonna be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And show you what it's like to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loved by me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to look into your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And know I will hear no lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to hold you close to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And show what it's like to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loved by me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wanna know how it would be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you was to be with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just take me by the hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's walk on the beach in the sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the waves splash our feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pull you close and our lips meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we walk along the shore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will make your heart soar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what I have to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to give all my love to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And show you what its like to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loved by me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-391906686172105615?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/391906686172105615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/391906686172105615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/loved-by-me.html' title='LOVED BY ME'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-6203498494679014035</id><published>2010-01-21T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:00:51.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE IDEA OF YOU 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The idea of you is Poetry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you swagga and sway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you walk across the room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The gleam in your eye as you smile and flirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The scent of your cologne as you walk by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But your voice, so smooth, so silky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gets me so hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love it when you call my name &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you call me baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when you tell me maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I imagine what it would be like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel your skin touching mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel your breath in my ear as you hold me near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder what your fingers feel like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the small of my back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what they would feel like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you slide them up into my hair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And pull my head back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I day dream about your succulent lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;caressing my neck, my breast, my thigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The very thought of you inside of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brings out a sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find the more I'm near you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the more these thoughts cross my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes they are so vivd and clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reality gets left behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look into your eyes I try to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If thoughts of me tempt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you whipser my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that they do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-6203498494679014035?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6203498494679014035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6203498494679014035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/idea-of-you-2002.html' title='THE IDEA OF YOU 2002'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-7132158264104358886</id><published>2010-01-21T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:51:24.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ODE TO CUPID</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh winged creature who floats soft in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And did pierce my heart deep with your arrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh with your Angelic soft flesh, and golden hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You captured my heart quick as a sparrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh protector and giver of love and care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me see plain man as Pharoh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Cupid, our hearts you combined as one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sealed with honeydew never to come undone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-7132158264104358886?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/7132158264104358886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/7132158264104358886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/ode-to-cupid.html' title='ODE TO CUPID'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1058035221212762904</id><published>2010-01-21T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:45:02.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAVING ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you crave these lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My tongue and sweet taste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you crave these hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My thighs and small waist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you crave this body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My soft skin and curves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you crave this hottie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do I excite those nerves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1058035221212762904?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1058035221212762904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1058035221212762904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/craving-me.html' title='CRAVING ME'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-8633310510611699136</id><published>2010-01-21T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:32:10.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LONELY WOMAN'S CHRISTMAS WISH 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is a man with a plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One who has all his teeth and maybe a tan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He would have to have his own money and a REAL job&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He would have to be outgoing, I dont want a snob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want for Christmas is a man who treats me right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One who knows where his home is and isn't out all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He would take me out dancing once in a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One who when I came home from work would greet me with a smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want for Christmas is a man who will give me his heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if he's only kinda cute and only kinda smart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He doesnt have to be perfect in every little way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santa, do u think you could bring him before Christmas day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-8633310510611699136?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8633310510611699136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8633310510611699136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/lonely-womans-christmas-wish-2003.html' title='THE LONELY WOMAN&apos;S CHRISTMAS WISH 2003'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-4946770325033912794</id><published>2010-01-21T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:25:13.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONELY NEW YEAR 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will the new year bring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's not a shiny new ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably more lonely cold nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where i sit at home with no lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart saddens at the thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wish love could be bought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe then I would have a chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To find true love at first glance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart aches every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the love I felt has went away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel nothing inside, Im numb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my son's father calls me dumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His words dont hurt me anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why wont he just walk out the door?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have nothing left to give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I dont even want to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see not future love for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM DESTINED TO BE LONELY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-4946770325033912794?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4946770325033912794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4946770325033912794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/lonely-new-year-2002.html' title='LONELY NEW YEAR 2002'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-5954206352618102278</id><published>2010-01-21T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:19:49.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS TEARS 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Christmas should be filled with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughter for every girl and boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But smiles wont be on my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A stream of tears will take their place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I am forced to live in hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a man who cannot tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I dont want him in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will never be his wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anger, sorrow and depression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will leave an everlasting impression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my lonely empty heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sadness I fear will never depart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I no longer like the holiday season&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without love there is no reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So no smiles will you see from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till my tormentor sets me free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-5954206352618102278?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/5954206352618102278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/5954206352618102278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-tears-2002.html' title='CHRISTMAS TEARS 2002'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-5952233076057346064</id><published>2010-01-21T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:12:23.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DO I LOVE THEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How do I love thee, let me count the ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you look at me with a sparkle in your eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you whisper my name and think you are so sly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you act so crazy just to make me smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you hold me tight even if it is just for a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you hold my hand and walk with me at the park.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you make your desires clear with no mercy like a shark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you talk to me as if you have nothing to hide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you listen to me I know in you I can confide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you kiss me deeply and make it last forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you touch my body, each touch a new endeavor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you make love to me and the whole world disappears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you love me, with your love I have no fears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-5952233076057346064?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/5952233076057346064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/5952233076057346064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-do-i-love-thee.html' title='HOW DO I LOVE THEE'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-2150174150176666286</id><published>2010-01-21T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:19:55.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TABOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Taboo, what does that mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Does it mean the sexy secret things you shouldn't do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Or is it the breaking of rules not meant to be broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Is it dating someone you shouldn't date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hating someone you shouldn't hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Loving someone you shouldn't love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Is it crossing that line not meant to be crossed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Is it doing something because you know you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Even though you know you shouldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Is what is Taboo for you Taboo for me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Taboo? What does that mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Is it doing what you've always been told you're not supposed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;If you don't get caught is what you did still considered Taboo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Is it doing what you want even though society says no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Does your conscience make what you do Taboo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Taboo? What does that mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-2150174150176666286?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2150174150176666286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2150174150176666286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/taboo.html' title='TABOO'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-3675554634339036608</id><published>2010-01-21T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:12:43.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS HEAVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE...IT IS TWO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YET BEING ONLY ONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A MAN...A WOMAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUSED INTO AN ANGEL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT IS HEAVEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-3675554634339036608?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3675554634339036608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3675554634339036608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-heaven.html' title='IT IS HEAVEN'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-4173628988882005851</id><published>2010-01-21T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:11:22.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WHEN LOVE IS CHALLENGED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT GROWS MORE SURE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNITING TWO HEARTS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WITH BONDS THAT ENDURE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FULLFILLING A PROMISE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLEDGED WITH GOLD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO CHERISH FOREVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO HAVE AND TO HOLD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-4173628988882005851?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4173628988882005851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4173628988882005851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/vow.html' title='A VOW'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-3954373391976899962</id><published>2010-01-21T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:07:04.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWIMMING WITH OTTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Drifting silently on the quiet waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the wind whispering secrets through my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;warm sunlight caresses my creamy white skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and shimmers in the wake of swimming otters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rocking gently on the quiet waters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the boat wandering from here to there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mind begins to wonder and spin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as I gaze at the swimming otters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gliding gracefully in the quiet waters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fish conspire to avoid their snare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how quickly their sleek bodies move within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the shadows of the playful swimming otters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Submerging slowly into quiet waters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my thought escaping into the warm air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nature takes over as I sink in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I am swimming with otters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-3954373391976899962?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3954373391976899962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3954373391976899962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/swimming-with-otters.html' title='SWIMMING WITH OTTERS'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-8220068003298885129</id><published>2010-01-21T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:00:10.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM 1990</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you wanted peace you should have spoken louder before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the choice has been made and it's time to go to war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The war may not be ours to fight, but its freedom we are fighting for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've thought long and hard of what this war means to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have decided that it is supposed to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that if I lost my right to be free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would pray that someone would help get it back for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are Americans, born to be free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proud of the heritage Given to you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cry for peace and freedom from the war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But freedom is what our soldiers are fighting for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I think we take for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the fathers of This country fought for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it was our freedom on the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would it be so bad to go to war?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-8220068003298885129?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8220068003298885129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8220068003298885129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/freedom-1990.html' title='FREEDOM 1990'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1695717779337111327</id><published>2010-01-21T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:51:16.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't drean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't hate, I don't love, I don't feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories haunt me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The future taunts me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; the tears are real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1695717779337111327?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1695717779337111327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1695717779337111327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cry.html' title='I CRY'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-6979048958672371993</id><published>2010-01-21T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:48:55.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBSESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is that what it is that I am feeling?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is that the reason I am not healing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;obsession&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is this why my heart doesn't matter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is this why so many tears pitter patter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;obsession&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is that why I don't let go of this man?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why I cannot reconstruct my lifes plan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;obsession&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is this why I can't hear what others say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is this the reason I'm wasting away?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OBSESSION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-6979048958672371993?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6979048958672371993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6979048958672371993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/obsession.html' title='OBSESSION'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-2961972206431657290</id><published>2010-01-21T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:44:06.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOSE 4/7/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every time I trust you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I give you my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I lose myself in you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems I have nothing of me left to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am no longer there for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will see you are the one who has lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I still lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-2961972206431657290?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2961972206431657290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2961972206431657290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-lose-4704.html' title='I LOSE 4/7/04'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-4367745437848957485</id><published>2010-01-21T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:40:19.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE 4/7/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's funny how sadness is described as feeling blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes are darkest blue while crying over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the moment I am happy but is it to good to be true?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My moments of happiness with you have far to few&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes are still blue, only a slightly lighter hue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems they are anticipating what mistake you will do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tears are there waiting for you to give them their cue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the sadness returns the dark blue will renew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-4367745437848957485?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4367745437848957485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4367745437848957485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/blue-4704.html' title='BLUE 4/7/04'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1637569540582330930</id><published>2010-01-21T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:32:38.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKEN 1/24/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'd rather be beaten than broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Bruises on the outside can be hid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Bruises on the outside soon fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Broken bones can mend with time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Beating is a punishable crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'd rather be beaten than broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;A fake smile can't hide the bruises inside my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Tears give away the bruises on my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Broken hearts also mend with time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Breaking a heart is not a punishable crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'd rather be beaten than broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;At least at some point it comes to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;With a beating I have the chance to defend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The hurt is on the outside and doesn't last long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;A beating doesn't make me cry everytime I hear our song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'd rather be beaten than broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The hurt inside my soul is unrelenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;My unconditional love blinded me from preventing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Tears from the pain in my heart are unending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Every sad love song has my tears descending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1637569540582330930?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1637569540582330930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1637569540582330930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/broken-12406.html' title='BROKEN 1/24/06'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-5742894524745988436</id><published>2010-01-21T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:20:22.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SYMPATHIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In your time of loss and tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're feeling down and raggedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the whole world seems in disarray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, it is just today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open up your heart to the promise of tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch the sun rise to take away your sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch the children play carefree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember what it is to be happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time heals all wounds, so they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, it will take more than one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I offer my condolences to all of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart felt sympathies, may God bless you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-5742894524745988436?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/5742894524745988436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/5742894524745988436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sympathies.html' title='MY SYMPATHIES'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-953240872063393527</id><published>2010-01-21T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:14:32.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYES ARE NEVER EASY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am a Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Kids come before everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For him I would do anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my kids with all my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With who I had to part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love is unconditional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our family is untraditional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who had to make a choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with an opinion and voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of a son who struggles with Authority&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who I have made my priority&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a Mom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who had to let go of pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who now with his Father does reside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have done all I can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a Son &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who needs the influence of a Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who realized I couldnt do it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who into crime I refuse to let him fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who realized her Son needs his Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And without him I am sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-953240872063393527?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/953240872063393527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/953240872063393527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbyes-are-never-easy.html' title='GOODBYES ARE NEVER EASY'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-3932391590998440974</id><published>2010-01-21T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:40:43.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LE ME BE 12/31/03</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me be a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That always brings a smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be a daydream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That makes you happy for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be a fantasy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sexy Romantic style&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A happy memory file&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-3932391590998440974?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A heavy sigh in my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know where to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make the emptiness whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since you left my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have never left my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My feelings I cannot hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've tried, I've tried, I've tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make the wrongs go right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've cried, I've cried, I've cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday and every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-2678215240998404452?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2678215240998404452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2678215240998404452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/shadow-in-my-heart.html' title='SHADOW IN MY HEART'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1856131928452913746</id><published>2010-01-21T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:20:40.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME 6/17/96</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look at myself in the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never see the same person twice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A daughter, a sister, a lover, a mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A teacher, a student, a friend, and a foe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes she's young and sometimes she's old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She can be warm or she can be cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once in a while she's beautiful and thin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of the time she's fat and ugly within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I see a soul who is broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other times she's brave , bold, and outspoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One minute happy, the next minute sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She could be content or maybe mad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A woman, a child, both are inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When one is out the other will hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know all these people are me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look in the mirror they are who I see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1856131928452913746?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1856131928452913746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1856131928452913746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-61796.html' title='ME 6/17/96'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-3003843402419934154</id><published>2010-01-21T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:10:18.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUG OF WAR 6/16/96</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; My life is like a Tug of War&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My spirits needs for complete control and complete freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are battling my needs for love and commitment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart and my conscience are the audience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching, Waiting to see who wins, but not cheering for either side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart has no feeling and my conscience is silent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The battle of the two sides is at a standstill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both sides are equally matched in importance and strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My only question is which side will tire first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that I can open my heart to feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my conscience will be able to guide me again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-3003843402419934154?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3003843402419934154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3003843402419934154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/tug-of-war-61696.html' title='TUG OF WAR 6/16/96'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1330416475557747020</id><published>2010-01-21T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:03:57.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIET CONFIDENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he passes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flirting with dark eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he sits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Underneath dark skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he watches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I try to disguise..my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is he walking my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he walks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, this will be the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he turns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All he has to say, "This Way."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1330416475557747020?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1330416475557747020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1330416475557747020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/quiet-confidence.html' title='QUIET CONFIDENCE'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1798904479125852672</id><published>2010-01-21T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:56:30.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are a part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;express the very heart of me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;of inspiration, infatuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;of even degradation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;they are a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;to express what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;to express how I deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;of love and lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;of hate and disgust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;they are the very heart of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;not so easily spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;when my heart is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;they come and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;aren't just for show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;they are a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;they are the very heart of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1798904479125852672?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1798904479125852672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1798904479125852672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/words.html' title='WORDS'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-8210762441723028511</id><published>2010-01-21T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:47:51.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETTER TO THE NATION 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I speak every day to my Sisters and Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them family, all from different mothers.&lt;br /&gt;They're in a country not there own.&lt;br /&gt;Risking life, county days till they can come home.&lt;br /&gt;They believe in their cause, believe in their fight.&lt;br /&gt;They have to believe to get thru the fears of the night.&lt;br /&gt;In this letter to the nation I want them to know,&lt;br /&gt;There are those of us at home with tears that flow.&lt;br /&gt;Families at home supporting our soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;After all, they are just doing a job, following orders.&lt;br /&gt;The orders of a government who is trying to save face.&lt;br /&gt;May they all come home safely with Gods Grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-8210762441723028511?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8210762441723028511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8210762441723028511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/letter-to-nation-2008.html' title='LETTER TO THE NATION 2008'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-159714317345657212</id><published>2010-01-20T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:56:12.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with a Gangsta</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm in love with a Gangsta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you know, it's just my luck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at him, he's fine as fuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in love with a Gangsta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night he's out past two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tell myself, "Girl, whatcha gonna do?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in love with a Gangsta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With his nine strapped to his side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the times he almost died.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in love with a Gangsta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; when he comes into my bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's kissin and touchin with no words said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in love with a Gangsta.... A Gangsta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooooh and when he comes to do the night thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so hard to do the right thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-159714317345657212?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/159714317345657212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/159714317345657212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-in-love-with-gangsta.html' title='I&apos;m in love with a Gangsta'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-6032276898267630352</id><published>2010-01-20T11:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:48:29.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE</title><content type='html'>I'll start with toes painted red&lt;br /&gt;Legs, silky smooth spread across the bed&lt;br /&gt;A satin red teddy barely covering my ass&lt;br /&gt;Champagne bubbling over in my crystal glass&lt;br /&gt;In a candlelit room with bedroom eyes&lt;br /&gt;We meet with a kiss and passionate cries&lt;br /&gt;In each others arms we fall to the floor&lt;br /&gt;onto a soft bearskin rug as you sigh for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-6032276898267630352?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6032276898267630352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6032276898267630352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/valentine.html' title='VALENTINE'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-7848044145775589250</id><published>2010-01-20T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:45:14.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ALL YOUR HEART CAN DO IS FEEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT DOES NOT SEE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT DOES NOT HEAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOUR MIND HAS EARS AND EYES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DONT RELY ON WHAT YOU FEEL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RELY ON WHAT YOU KNOW TO BE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-7848044145775589250?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/7848044145775589250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/7848044145775589250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-heart.html' title='YOUR HEART'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-8828575339307698282</id><published>2010-01-20T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:36:38.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WINTER LOVE</title><content type='html'>In the Quiet, all around&lt;br /&gt;Softly, gently, falling down&lt;br /&gt;Whispering thru the winter breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Blanketing the barren trees&lt;br /&gt;White and fluffy to the eye&lt;br /&gt;Falling from the darkened sky&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful sight it is to see&lt;br /&gt;The snow fallling just for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;At the cabin in the woods&lt;br /&gt;We put on our coats with hoods&lt;br /&gt;Out we go to brave the cold&lt;br /&gt;Making snow angels never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;Back inside by the fire&lt;br /&gt;There is a warmth that will transpire&lt;br /&gt;Outside snow falls gently in the night&lt;br /&gt;Inside glowing embers of desire burn bright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-8828575339307698282?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8828575339307698282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8828575339307698282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-love.html' title='WINTER LOVE'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-2248081099536169106</id><published>2010-01-20T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:15:57.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DOES RACE EQUAL COLOR?</title><content type='html'>Why does race equal color?&lt;br /&gt;Who decided to use the color black to describe dark chocolate brown skin?&lt;br /&gt;Black is the color of a dark moonless night.&lt;br /&gt;A night that is clear with no clouds and no stars.&lt;br /&gt;A uniform beauty that is peacefully beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Why does race equal color?&lt;br /&gt;Who decided the color white would be the color to describe my skin?&lt;br /&gt;White is the color of the brightest full moon.&lt;br /&gt;A majestic beauty that is etherally beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Why does race equal color?&lt;br /&gt;Who decided one color should be better than another?&lt;br /&gt;The colors black and white both exist independently &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;They coexist splendidly in the heavens created by God.&lt;br /&gt;Why do the colors white and black not coexist splendidly &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;independently here on his six day miracle creation?&lt;br /&gt;Why does race equal color?&lt;br /&gt;Together the Majestic dark of the night and the shining white of the Etheral moon&lt;br /&gt;illuminate precious stars that twinkle uniquely.&lt;br /&gt;Each color by themselve equally beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Together, they have inspired lifetimes of artistic expressions of their beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Why does race equal color?&lt;br /&gt;Who decided all things dark are negative and all things light are positive?&lt;br /&gt;Who decided to accept that desciption?&lt;br /&gt;Internally we are all the same, born the same, breathe the same, bleed the same.&lt;br /&gt;Who decided race equals color?&lt;br /&gt;Who will decide to deny that description?&lt;br /&gt;Who will decide to find equalness in their uniqueness?&lt;br /&gt;Who will deny accepting their position by skin recognition?&lt;br /&gt;Who will accept both  colors, white and black, as uniquely beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Who will believe the colors, black and white, harmoniously&lt;br /&gt;creat uniquely  expressive etheral beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-2248081099536169106?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2248081099536169106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2248081099536169106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-does-race-equal-color.html' title='WHY DOES RACE EQUAL COLOR?'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-97552541626943068</id><published>2010-01-20T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:49:20.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROMANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Whateva happened to romance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Or falling in love at first glance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Now you just wanna get in my pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Gamin' with all your little boy rants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It ain't that easy to be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'm a single mom with a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;You just wanna have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but I'm lookin out for Number 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Whateva happened to romance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Silly boy you have no chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Yes I know I look good to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Can you see more than my ass, Boo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I live in todays reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I got brains and personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It's not all about the sex, boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am a woman, not a toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Whateva happened to romance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;a lil flair to enhance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Holdin hands and takin walks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Up all night heart to heart talks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Dinners by candlelight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Soft music to get the mood right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Im not just a one night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;So Romance I must demand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Whateva happened to Romance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Jumpin in to take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Loving with all your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Never wanting to be apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I want more than just a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Someone to be there till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;If that ain't what you're lookin for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Turn around and walk out my door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-97552541626943068?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/97552541626943068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/97552541626943068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/romance.html' title='ROMANCE'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-8151703067233070968</id><published>2010-01-20T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:31:51.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G'Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;G'night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;as I kiss you softly on that spot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;behind your ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;on your neck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and then, breathe in your scent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I sigh, in content,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;at my success,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;in arousing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;G'night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;as I slide my fingers down your arm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;across your chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;into your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;You wonder, what that meant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I sigh, in content,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;at my success,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;in teasing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;G'night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;as I move inclose and put my head here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;my leg there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;skin to skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and then, I let you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I sigh, in content,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;at my success,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;in pleasing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;G'night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;as I kiss you softly on that spot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;behind your ear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;on your neck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and then, breathe in your scent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I sigh, in content, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;at my success, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;at loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;G'night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;as I lay in your arms, closing my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;drift off to sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;dream of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and know, this is what is meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I sigh, in content,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;at my success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;in trusting you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-8151703067233070968?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8151703067233070968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8151703067233070968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/gnight.html' title='G&apos;Night'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-2734575576436916050</id><published>2010-01-20T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:08:37.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEDUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's in my walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way I talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That look in my eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you walk by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfumed air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sexy soft hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silky smooth skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I make your head spin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am seducing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment I lay eyes on you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's in my smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swagga, Lady Style&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sway in my hips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glossy lucious lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeans fittin tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breasts sit up right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am oozing sexuality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You want me, that's reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am seducing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment I lay eyes on you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whispers in your ear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kisses that seer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touches that linger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sucking your finger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lowering my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hand on my thigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You didn't have a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was lust at first glance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am seducing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment I lay eyes on you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-2734575576436916050?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2734575576436916050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2734575576436916050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/seduction.html' title='SEDUCTION'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-6833565457277286269</id><published>2010-01-20T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:58:24.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life for "Hoodspeak"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im so sorry you're hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wishing I could take your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with my words, flirting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hoping to stop its reign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever that may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as time passes and the seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;may you find clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Full of senseless tragedies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;events that shouldnt be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when you're feeling down, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;know you found a friend in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-6833565457277286269?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6833565457277286269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6833565457277286269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-for-hoodspeak.html' title='life for &quot;Hoodspeak&quot;'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-3655641287432712095</id><published>2010-01-20T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:20:48.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE DESERVE BETTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The shootin in my hood again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young men killing young men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They shootin in my hood again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nobody cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But We Deserve Better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live deep in the hood on the south side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cant even let the kids play outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With bullets flyin they run and hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cant take that chance so they stay inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They shootin in my hood again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young men killin young men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nobody cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But My kids deserve better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bullets, they dont have a name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Shooter, he dont have no shame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday for him, its all the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doin what he do to stay in the game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They shootin in my hood again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young men Killin young men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They shootin in my hood again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nobody cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I deserve better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A single Mom and I work real hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live in a big house, have a big yard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a pitbull for a guard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont own a gun, wont play that card.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They shootin in my hood again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young men killin young men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nobody cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they deserve better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have nightmares for my son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fear the day he picks up a gun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A young man lookin out for number one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one shot and hes on the run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or just one shot and his life is done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They shooting in my hood again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young men killin young men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They shootin in my hood again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nobody cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But We Deserve Better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-3655641287432712095?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3655641287432712095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3655641287432712095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-deserve-better.html' title='WE DESERVE BETTER'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-7902084108396911115</id><published>2010-01-13T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:00:17.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN BE URS, NEVER 1/6/09</title><content type='html'>not man enuf to see my face&lt;br /&gt;my hurt, my tears, my eyes&lt;br /&gt;or u r afraid to face&lt;br /&gt;that ur telling urself lies&lt;br /&gt;either reason for the distance&lt;br /&gt;there will come the day&lt;br /&gt;it will all come back in the instance&lt;br /&gt;u know thats what ur eyes will say&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes u will see ur heart&lt;br /&gt;a reflection of my love&lt;br /&gt;as fortold by the stars chart&lt;br /&gt;souls joined by heavens above&lt;br /&gt;distance wont break this connection&lt;br /&gt;thats what u will see&lt;br /&gt;and i will see ur affection&lt;br /&gt;thats why you avoid me.&lt;br /&gt;time will pass and memories will fade&lt;br /&gt;but the love is always there&lt;br /&gt;our next meet no matter how long delayed&lt;br /&gt;u will see the love we share.&lt;br /&gt;but u will still be with her&lt;br /&gt;ill be with whoever&lt;br /&gt;then the hurt will be as it were&lt;br /&gt;i can be urs, never&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-7902084108396911115?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/7902084108396911115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/7902084108396911115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-can-be-urs-never-1609.html' title='I CAN BE URS, NEVER 1/6/09'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-4990006814347555232</id><published>2010-01-13T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:57:28.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM LOST IN THE DARK 12/30/08</title><content type='html'>I AM NOT OK&lt;br /&gt;THE SADNESS WONT GO AWAY&lt;br /&gt;I AM LOST IN THE DARK&lt;br /&gt;EYES DULL, NO SPARK&lt;br /&gt;I TRIED TO PRETEND&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE TEARS WONT END&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE NO LONGER THERE&lt;br /&gt;CANT BREATH, NO AIR&lt;br /&gt;MY WORLD IS CRASHING&lt;br /&gt;EACH BREATH A PAINFUL THRASHING&lt;br /&gt;SLIPPING DEEPER INTO DEPRESSION&lt;br /&gt;CANT SHARE, DARK CONFESSION&lt;br /&gt;I DONT LIKE ME&lt;br /&gt;OR THE ME I USED TO BE&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT THIS LIFE&lt;br /&gt;NO ONES LOVE, NO ONES WIFE&lt;br /&gt;I LET MY LOVE GO&lt;br /&gt;KILLING HOPE IN MY SOUL&lt;br /&gt;I CAN NOLONGER GIVE MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;TO DAMAGED, TO TORN APART&lt;br /&gt;no one to hold me&lt;br /&gt;no one consoling me&lt;br /&gt;no one that truly does care&lt;br /&gt;dark confession, cant share&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT OK&lt;br /&gt;THE SADNESS WONT GO AWAY&lt;br /&gt;I AM LOST IN THE DARK&lt;br /&gt;EYES DULL, NO SPARK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-4990006814347555232?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4990006814347555232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4990006814347555232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-lost-in-dark-123008.html' title='I AM LOST IN THE DARK 12/30/08'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-9141530085906651928</id><published>2010-01-13T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:55:20.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GAVE YOU ME 7/25/08</title><content type='html'>I feel everything...&lt;br /&gt;to deeply...&lt;br /&gt;I take everything...&lt;br /&gt;personally...&lt;br /&gt;but its not my fault...&lt;br /&gt;this is who I am...&lt;br /&gt; its not who I pretend to be...I gave u me..........&lt;br /&gt;I gave u my heart...&lt;br /&gt;and my trust...&lt;br /&gt;I let down my guard...&lt;br /&gt;love came from lust...&lt;br /&gt;but its not my fault...&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen...&lt;br /&gt;its not who I pretend to be...I gave u me.................&lt;br /&gt;Im always longing for...&lt;br /&gt;your touches...&lt;br /&gt;Im always dreaming of...&lt;br /&gt;ur kisses...&lt;br /&gt;but its not my fault...&lt;br /&gt;Im in love with u...&lt;br /&gt;its not who I pretend to be...I gave u me............&lt;br /&gt;now Im feelin...&lt;br /&gt;kinda lonely...&lt;br /&gt;and this feelin...&lt;br /&gt;my one and only...&lt;br /&gt;this is my fault...&lt;br /&gt;cuz I knew...&lt;br /&gt;I should not have gave u me...&lt;br /&gt;I should have gave u who I pretend to be..............&lt;br /&gt;now its to late ...&lt;br /&gt;to turn back the clock...&lt;br /&gt;the love i feel for u...&lt;br /&gt;has my heart on lock...&lt;br /&gt;but its not my fault...&lt;br /&gt;u are my friend...&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt who I pretend to be...&lt;br /&gt;cuz You asked me to give you me....&lt;br /&gt;BLU 7-25-08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-9141530085906651928?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/9141530085906651928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/9141530085906651928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-gave-you-me-72508.html' title='I GAVE YOU ME 7/25/08'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-2492234861047655957</id><published>2010-01-13T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:53:42.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.I.T.C.H. 7/30/08</title><content type='html'>I know u like what u see when u look at my pics..&lt;br /&gt;but u aint gettin with this so stop sendin pics of ya dicks.....&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather see it in person pics dont do nuthin for me...&lt;br /&gt;NO I dont play I show u, u show me...&lt;br /&gt;if u think u got game I wish u good luck...&lt;br /&gt;Im not that girl who just lays down to fuck...&lt;br /&gt;dont even bother if u aint gettin paid...&lt;br /&gt;Yes Im a B.I.T.C.H. and no I dont need to get laid...&lt;br /&gt;I just know what I want and it dont start with lust...&lt;br /&gt;u gotta be on my level or above thats a must....&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of broke dudes who just wanna sex me...&lt;br /&gt;and think I am easy cuz I dont hide my sexy.&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna be friends not tryna holla at u...&lt;br /&gt;if u just wanna fuck dont even holla at Blu...&lt;br /&gt;Yes Im a B.I.T.C.H. and no I dont need to get laid...&lt;br /&gt;it is what it is, enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-2492234861047655957?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2492234861047655957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2492234861047655957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/bitch-73008.html' title='B.I.T.C.H. 7/30/08'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-4381932776274401673</id><published>2010-01-13T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:51:03.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS ME THIS IS WHAT I DO 2/3/09</title><content type='html'>I'M FINALLY OK WITH BEING ME&lt;br /&gt;NO LONGER AM I FEELING LONELY&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY PREFERRING BEING SINGLE&lt;br /&gt;FREE TO FLIRT MIX - N - MINGLE&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN BE FRIENDS IF YOU WANT TO&lt;br /&gt;I GIVE U MY WORD TO BE TRU&lt;br /&gt;JUST ASK AROUND MY HOOD&lt;br /&gt;THE WORD OF BLU IS GOOD&lt;br /&gt;BUT DONT ASK FOR MY HEART..&lt;br /&gt;ONCE TOO MANY ITS BEEN RIPPED APART&lt;br /&gt;I CHOOSE TO SIT HOME ALONE&lt;br /&gt;ALL I GOTTA DO IS PICK UP MY PHONE&lt;br /&gt;"ARE U FREE" IS THIER FAVORITE TEXT&lt;br /&gt;IF THEY SAY "NO" ITS ON TO THE NEXT&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT A PLAYA I'M DOING ME&lt;br /&gt;I'LL GET BACK ATCHU WHEN I'M FREE&lt;br /&gt;I CAN LOVE YOU AS MY FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;MY BROKEN HEART HAS TO MEND&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ME THIS IS WHAT I DO&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE SEXY BLU?&lt;br /&gt;I DONT NEED YOURS I GOT MY OWN&lt;br /&gt;DONT BE MAD CUZ I'M ACTIN GROWN&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU IT'S ABOUT ME&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE JUST ONE FISH IN A SEA OF SEXY&lt;br /&gt;IT'S GONNA BE THE ONE WHO STAYS ON THE LINE&lt;br /&gt;LETS ME REEL HIM IN TO CATCH THIS HEART OF MINE&lt;br /&gt;JUST LETTING YOU KNOW  TO STEP UP YOUR GAME&lt;br /&gt; I'M GONNA KEEP THE BIG FISH DONT WANT A LAME&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I FINALLY DO REEL IN MY PRIZE&lt;br /&gt;UNCONDITIONAL LOVE WILL BE IN MY EYES&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ME THIS IS WHAT I DO&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE SEXY BLU?&lt;br /&gt; I'M FINALLY OK WITH BEING ME&lt;br /&gt;NO LONGER AM I FEELING LONELY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-4381932776274401673?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4381932776274401673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4381932776274401673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-me-this-is-what-i-do-2309.html' title='THIS IS ME THIS IS WHAT I DO 2/3/09'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-9124667352098453757</id><published>2009-11-08T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:16:30.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUMB LUCK</title><content type='html'>He's not a Playa, He's a G&lt;br /&gt;He has a Grown Mans Mentality&lt;br /&gt;It was just my Dumb Luck&lt;br /&gt;That all you wanted to do was fuck&lt;br /&gt;He calls it Lovin', Not Fuckin'&lt;br /&gt;It's not Luck when I get my nut in&lt;br /&gt;He kisses me, I tingle&lt;br /&gt;For him I gave up being single&lt;br /&gt;He don't need to turn his Swag on&lt;br /&gt;He's so damn cute with his du rag on&lt;br /&gt;He's so chill, He's so cool&lt;br /&gt;He's so laidback, He's Oldschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not a Playa, but He has game&lt;br /&gt;He's a grown Man, not at all lame&lt;br /&gt;It was just my Dumb Luck&lt;br /&gt;That all you wanted to do was fuck&lt;br /&gt;His lips are so enticing&lt;br /&gt;He licks me till I'm Icing&lt;br /&gt;I shiver beneath his fintertips&lt;br /&gt;He can't keep his hands off my hips&lt;br /&gt;He don't need to turn his Swag on&lt;br /&gt;An Original G, not a Mack, He's a Don&lt;br /&gt;He's so chill, He's so cool&lt;br /&gt;He's so laidback, He's Oldschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not a Playa, He's all Reality&lt;br /&gt;He has a Grown Mans Ideality&lt;br /&gt;It was just my Dumb Luck&lt;br /&gt;That all you wanted to do was fuck&lt;br /&gt;He's my bestfriend, He's my lover&lt;br /&gt;Theres no need to keep us undercover&lt;br /&gt;Undercover is a different story&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to share his Pride, or my Glory&lt;br /&gt;He don't need to turn his Swag on&lt;br /&gt;Keeps it One Hunnit even when He's gone&lt;br /&gt;He's so chill, He's so cool&lt;br /&gt;He's so laidback, He's Oldschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not a Playa, He's my Boo&lt;br /&gt;He's a Grown Man and that's not you&lt;br /&gt;It was just my Dumb Luck&lt;br /&gt;That all you wanted to do was fuck&lt;br /&gt;He loves me and is mine only&lt;br /&gt;He's promised to never leave me lonely&lt;br /&gt;He hits that G spot till I bust&lt;br /&gt;My aphrodisiac is our trust&lt;br /&gt;He don't need to turn his Swag on&lt;br /&gt;A Gentleman Thug who doesn't leave at dawn&lt;br /&gt;He's so chill, He's so cool&lt;br /&gt;He's so laidback, He's Oldschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not a Playa or a Grown up Boy&lt;br /&gt;I'm his one and only Lady, not his toy&lt;br /&gt;It was just my Dumb Luck&lt;br /&gt;That all you wanted to do was fuck&lt;br /&gt;He wants to make me his family&lt;br /&gt;He wants to love, Protect and Marry&lt;br /&gt;My Dumb Luck gave him a chance&lt;br /&gt;I found love at Second glance&lt;br /&gt;He don't need to turn his Swag on&lt;br /&gt;No need for Swag cuz he's a Man , Son&lt;br /&gt;He's so chill, He's so cool&lt;br /&gt;He's so laidback, He's Oldschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-9124667352098453757?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/9124667352098453757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/9124667352098453757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-not-playa-hes-g-he-has-grown-mans.html' title='DUMB LUCK'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1357655176626913057</id><published>2009-09-08T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:17:09.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INFINITY by BLU</title><content type='html'>With You, love, I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;with Divine, love, Everything is brand new&lt;br /&gt;I know you think I fell to fast&lt;br /&gt;I took a risk,&lt;br /&gt;on something that has a chance to last.&lt;br /&gt;What allowed me to set my heart free?&lt;br /&gt;He is taking a risk on loving me.&lt;br /&gt;This is a love birthed from trust&lt;br /&gt;It was a friendship,&lt;br /&gt;before it became lust.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us taking a mutual leap&lt;br /&gt;having faith in each other neither will creep.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us having felt that pain&lt;br /&gt;neither of us wishing to feel it again.&lt;br /&gt;I am his Queen&lt;br /&gt;he treats me like royalty.&lt;br /&gt;In return I love him with loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;He has promised to love and protect my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I have promised to love him to Infintity,&lt;br /&gt;Death do us Part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1357655176626913057?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1357655176626913057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1357655176626913057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/09/infinity-by-blu.html' title='INFINITY by BLU'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1318360852557743259</id><published>2009-08-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:16:02.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIGITAL NATION</title><content type='html'>WE HAVE BECOME A DIGITAL NATION&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING DIGITAL IN EQUATIION&lt;br /&gt;CLOCKS AND WATCHES WENT FROM TICK TOCK TO BEEP BEEP&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE TOLD CHANGE WAS BETTER &amp;amp; WE FOLLOWED LIKE SHEEP&lt;br /&gt;IT BECAME A DIGITAL REVOLUTION&lt;br /&gt;OR AS SOME SAY DIGITAL EVOLUTION&lt;br /&gt;CAMERAS, CELLPHONES, AND TELEVISIONS&lt;br /&gt;DIGITAL EQUALS CLEARER, CRIPSER, BETTER DECISION&lt;br /&gt;FROM ANALOG TO DIGITAL&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL CLEARLY SWITCH IT ALL&lt;br /&gt;AS WE HAVE ALREADY SEEN&lt;br /&gt;CUZ WE CANT GET RECEPTION WITH OUT AN HDTV SCREEN&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT SAYING GOING DIGITAL IS ALL BAD.&lt;br /&gt;BUT CHANGE WITHOUT CHOICE MAKES ME SAD.&lt;br /&gt;THEN AS I RELIGHT MY JOINT&lt;br /&gt;I TAKE PAUSE TO RETHINK MY POINT&lt;br /&gt;THUMPING OUT MY DIGITAL DOLBY SURROUND SOUND&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; VIBRATING EVERYTHING ALL AROUND&lt;br /&gt;WAS MR. DIGITAL, ICADON&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; THIS CD HE SAID HE WAS ON&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS RIGHT THEN I KNEW&lt;br /&gt;I HAD GONE DIGITAL TOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1318360852557743259?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1318360852557743259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1318360852557743259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/08/digital-nation.html' title='DIGITAL NATION'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-8281821890239053951</id><published>2009-08-22T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:07:34.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVINE INTERVENTION</title><content type='html'>I thought I knew heavenly exstacy&lt;br /&gt;but that was until he layed next to me&lt;br /&gt;he touches so sweet, so tenderly&lt;br /&gt;I get butterflies as he enters me.&lt;br /&gt;Seering hot kisses sparking my skin&lt;br /&gt;lightening strikes everytime he goes in&lt;br /&gt;no stopping till mutual contention&lt;br /&gt;everytime a spiritual Divine Intervention.&lt;br /&gt;Love growing from loyalty and trust&lt;br /&gt;Love not birthed through only lust&lt;br /&gt;A mutual desire for affection a must&lt;br /&gt;Honor, dignity throughout life until dust.&lt;br /&gt;He spoke these words that set my heart free&lt;br /&gt;"no one I've been with ever cared to see&lt;br /&gt;nore have they understood the artist in me"&lt;br /&gt;It was then I knew how special he would be.&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly how it hurts your heart&lt;br /&gt;for no one to understand that crucial part&lt;br /&gt;We understood each other from the start&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly struck by Cupids Knowing Dart.&lt;br /&gt;All my distractions in life instantly shifted&lt;br /&gt;all my fears in giving love lifted&lt;br /&gt;allowing myself to accept his love unresisted&lt;br /&gt;Blessed as Lovers we are Divinely gifted.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us believed we were eternally Broken&lt;br /&gt;"I love you" now said with meaning when spoken&lt;br /&gt;the sex so intense we leave the sheets soakin&lt;br /&gt;Every touch between us a supremely divine token.&lt;br /&gt;Every day I smile in rejoice&lt;br /&gt;I fell by chance and not by choice&lt;br /&gt;I prayed so long God would hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;Now thanking God everytime Divine gets me moist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-8281821890239053951?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8281821890239053951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8281821890239053951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/08/divine-intervention.html' title='DIVINE INTERVENTION'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1728469483482827124</id><published>2009-07-22T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:24:17.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVINE ART</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With gentle eyes you gaze upon me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your smile brings me peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into each others hearts we can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when we thought our hearts would cease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This special friendship that we share&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has brought our hearts relief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when I thought mine couldnt care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found your heart in grief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenderly I kiss to ease your pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giving you a gentle place to fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A place where you can feel sane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A place you can be you and express all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see your heart as you draw each line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The loss your suffering I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Healing your heart is healing mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through your pen strokes tender and slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have lived the pain you are feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart shattered by my soul mate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having a special friend helps the healing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us meeting was not just fate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had prayed for help to mend my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accepting a life with no love only lust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spiritually you were sent to me by Divine Art&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easily a soulful recognition of trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul withering in a heart of ashes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your soul seering in flames of heart break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life was your future in flashes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I needed to give and you needed to take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truly greatful we found each other friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so glad we are real, no games, no tricks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;being there for your heart has mine on the mend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebirthing, my faith in love rising as the Phoenix.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1728469483482827124?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1728469483482827124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1728469483482827124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/07/divine-art.html' title='DIVINE ART'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-8436333150655416788</id><published>2009-07-06T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:45:28.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin Freaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yah...Im your lil white chic in the Hood&lt;br /&gt;Im the one you call when your up to no good&lt;br /&gt;long blonde hair, with big blue eyes,&lt;br /&gt;5 foot 5, nice round ass, and thick thighs..&lt;br /&gt;Jus when you thought it cant get no betta..&lt;br /&gt;you slide up in  this pussy and aint felt none wetta&lt;br /&gt;you know you love how I do it to you&lt;br /&gt;thats why you keep coming back for more of your boo.&lt;br /&gt;When youre feeling freaky you call on Diamond Blu&lt;br /&gt;When Im feeling freaky, If youre lucky, imma call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spank my ass and pull my hair&lt;br /&gt;smash me down with my legs in the air&lt;br /&gt;dontcha worry Daddy, Im grown, I wont break&lt;br /&gt;getcha nut off Daddy, do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Make me scream out, its ok, the beats are on blast&lt;br /&gt;get it in deep daddy, how long can you last&lt;br /&gt;I know a few moves that will make your toes curl&lt;br /&gt;Imma show out the Hood in this lil white girl.&lt;br /&gt;When youre feeling freaky you call on Diamond Blu&lt;br /&gt;When Im feeling freaky, if youre lucky, Imma call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-8436333150655416788?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8436333150655416788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/8436333150655416788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/07/feelin-freaky.html' title='Feelin Freaky'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-126086085658612121</id><published>2009-05-25T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:03:30.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;&lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     &lt;p class="tagged_myjournal_cnt_txt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I HATE SAYING GOODBYE TO YOU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO IDEA WHAT HAS BROUGHT OUT THIS EMOTION&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS YOU DO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DONT KNOW WHY I FEEL THIS DEVOTION&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALL I KNOW IS WHEN WE SAY OUR GOODBYES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IM HOLDING BACK THE TEARS IN MY EYES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HATE SAYING GOODBYE TO YOU &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EVEN IF I KNOW THE GOODBYE IS NOT FOREVER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SOMETHING SPECIAL ABOUT US BOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALREADY LONGING FOR OUR NEXT ENDEAVOR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HOPE I DONT HAVE TO WAIT LONG TO SEE YOU AGAIN&lt;/p&gt;ALWAYS AND FOREVER I LOVE YOU MY FRIEND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-126086085658612121?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/126086085658612121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/126086085658612121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbyes.html' title='goodbyes'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-1396366778234319442</id><published>2009-04-16T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:07:22.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLU GOT A GUN</title><content type='html'>it was all jus for fun&lt;br /&gt;the day Blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;now she's on the run&lt;br /&gt;cuz the whole thing came undone&lt;br /&gt;what did her Daddy do&lt;br /&gt;to break her heart in two&lt;br /&gt;to make her wanna I O U&lt;br /&gt;it was just a lovers rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;Blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;It was all jus for fun&lt;br /&gt;then it all came undone&lt;br /&gt;She jus wanted to hear him say&lt;br /&gt;today was not their last day&lt;br /&gt;she got the gun jus for play&lt;br /&gt;she hid it under the breakfast tray&lt;br /&gt;what did her Daddy do&lt;br /&gt;to break her heart in two&lt;br /&gt;to make her wanna I O U&lt;br /&gt;she jus wanted to be his boo&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;it was all jus for fun&lt;br /&gt;but now shes on the run&lt;br /&gt;she took the tray up to their room&lt;br /&gt;she saw the picture as he hit zoom&lt;br /&gt;when his eyes met hers he saw his doom&lt;br /&gt;he lost his chance to be her groom&lt;br /&gt;what did her Daddy do&lt;br /&gt;to break her heart in two&lt;br /&gt;to make her wanna I O U&lt;br /&gt;she jus wanted  to say I  do&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;it was all jus for fun&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing came undone&lt;br /&gt;a single tear ran down her cheek&lt;br /&gt;suddenly his knees went weak&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness he wanted to seek&lt;br /&gt;but beneath the tray he caught a peek&lt;br /&gt;what did her daddy do&lt;br /&gt;to break her heart in two&lt;br /&gt;to make her wanna I O U&lt;br /&gt;she jus wanted him to be True&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;it was all jus for fun&lt;br /&gt;now shes on the run&lt;br /&gt;a modern day Bonni and Clyde&lt;br /&gt;together forever ride till they died&lt;br /&gt;his blood is mixed with tears she cried&lt;br /&gt;shot thru the heart by his future bride&lt;br /&gt;it was all just for fun&lt;br /&gt;the day blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;now shes on the run&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing came undone&lt;br /&gt;what did her daddy do&lt;br /&gt;to break her heart in two&lt;br /&gt;to make her wanna I O U&lt;br /&gt;she vanished burning every clue&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;it was all jus for fun&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing came undone&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;blu got a gun&lt;br /&gt;it was all jus for fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-1396366778234319442?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1396366778234319442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/1396366778234319442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/blu-got-gun.html' title='BLU GOT A GUN'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-6900649555014372804</id><published>2009-04-16T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:56:00.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL LIES</title><content type='html'>i know this feeling all too well&lt;br /&gt;beautiful lies keep me under his spell&lt;br /&gt;the hurt inside eats away at my shell&lt;br /&gt;intoxicated by his smell&lt;br /&gt;his lips, mesmorized by the story they tell&lt;br /&gt;dont know exactly when i fell&lt;br /&gt;love sick, when he's not here I dont feel well&lt;br /&gt;im stuck between heaven and hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-6900649555014372804?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rules&lt;br /&gt;I get  what I want  when I use my tools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hypnotize with my blu eyes&lt;br /&gt;I accentuate my curves hips and thighs&lt;br /&gt;No man can say no to this cutie&lt;br /&gt;I mesmerize with my unique innner beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma shawtie with sex appeal&lt;br /&gt;I got killa legs in my high heels&lt;br /&gt;I tantalize with Vicki's secret scents&lt;br /&gt;I flirt with style class and elegance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;code Blu&lt;br /&gt;one u look in her eyes she got u&lt;br /&gt;code blu&lt;br /&gt;stealing hearts with sexy sighs of "Daddy love u"&lt;br /&gt;code blu&lt;br /&gt;When u think u got her, she got u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont fall in love with her cuz she'll break ur heart&lt;br /&gt;You didnt have a chance she was damaged from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;code Blu&lt;br /&gt;stopping hearts where ever she rolls thru&lt;br /&gt;code blu&lt;br /&gt;If youre lucky you'll just skip a beat or two&lt;br /&gt;code blu&lt;br /&gt;once u let her in she got u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hint to you bout the freak in me&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you bout my wild history&lt;br /&gt;I let you caress my tiger tattoo&lt;br /&gt;I whisper in your ear 'got piercings too'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You neva met anyone sweet as me&lt;br /&gt;Indepenedent, strong, I  keep it real but sexy&lt;br /&gt;a few heartbreaks but I learned the rules&lt;br /&gt;Now Im taking plays playas to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma lil late to this game&lt;br /&gt;but now everybody knows my name&lt;br /&gt;If you real with me Im real with you&lt;br /&gt;You give love to me u get love from Code Blu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;code blu&lt;br /&gt;if u are fake she is thru with u&lt;br /&gt;code blu&lt;br /&gt;when u think ur playin her she playin u&lt;br /&gt;code blu&lt;br /&gt;you dont own her heart she owns u&lt;br /&gt;code blu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont fall in love with her cuz she'll break ur heart&lt;br /&gt;you didnt have a chance she was damaged from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;code blu&lt;br /&gt;stopping hearts wherever she rolls thru&lt;br /&gt;code blu&lt;br /&gt;if ur lucky you'll just skip a beat or two&lt;br /&gt;code blu&lt;br /&gt;cant help but to let her in then she got u&lt;br /&gt;code blu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-9129339675873781384?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/9129339675873781384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/9129339675873781384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/code-blu.html' title='CODE BLU'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-2027926196049457603</id><published>2009-04-15T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:43:59.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN I LET GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;WHEN I LET GO MY LOVE FOR YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I FELT IT LEAVE MY HEART&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXCRUTIATING, PAINFUL, RELIEF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FREEDOM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NUMB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONFUSING, HAZY, DISBELIEF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DIDNT EXPECT THE TEARS TO DEPART&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN I LET GO MY LOVE FOR YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-2027926196049457603?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2027926196049457603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/2027926196049457603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-let-go.html' title='WHEN I LET GO'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-7173012342268026010</id><published>2009-04-10T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:00:17.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smokin'/><title type='text'>LEGALIZATION</title><content type='html'>The day I started smokin weed&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why I waited&lt;br /&gt;A miracle plant from a tiny seed&lt;br /&gt;Didnt care bout anything I hated&lt;br /&gt;I no longer take prescriptions&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety replaced by confidence&lt;br /&gt;No more negative inflictions&lt;br /&gt;Life is sweeter on the other side of the fence&lt;br /&gt;Harmonius Sensation&lt;br /&gt;Legalization&lt;br /&gt;Hustlers out there selling weed&lt;br /&gt;Who says crime doesnt pay&lt;br /&gt;The winner is the one with more greed&lt;br /&gt;The day he dies might be today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he will take out the competition&lt;br /&gt;Thats why he carries a gun&lt;br /&gt;Want to put an end to the repitition&lt;br /&gt;There is a way it can be done&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Cessation&lt;br /&gt;Legalization&lt;br /&gt;Its all love when I smoke weed&lt;br /&gt;I have no enemies, just friends&lt;br /&gt;the government should take heed&lt;br /&gt;Instead of war puff an OZ to make amends&lt;br /&gt;Heal our Inflictions&lt;br /&gt;Legalization&lt;br /&gt;Decrease Convictions&lt;br /&gt;Legalization&lt;br /&gt;Bring peace to our Nation&lt;br /&gt;Legalization&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-7173012342268026010?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/7173012342268026010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/7173012342268026010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/legalization.html' title='LEGALIZATION'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-4818264628962777245</id><published>2009-04-09T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:48:28.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotica'/><title type='text'>AINT NOTHING LIKE THE REAL THING</title><content type='html'>Soho was the place to be on a Saturday night in Syracuse. After months of internet foreplay, phone sex, sexting, and cyber sexing with the web cam and my toy collection, I had enough teasing and agreed to meet you in person. Even though you loved watching me maneuver my rabbit and my silver bullet and playing on the cam was alot of fun, I needed to know what your sexy chocolate brown body  felt like in every way I could feel it.&lt;br /&gt;Soho was on and poppin as usual. I made sure to get there early to have a chance to down a little liquid courage.  Some of the girls from from work were out on the dance floor. I didnt see you yet so I decided to join them till I saw you. Only I didnt see you first, you saw me.&lt;br /&gt;The spot was crowded as usual. Dancing with the girls, I didnt see you walk past and take a spot at the bar. You  had no problem locating me immediately. Long blonde hair flowing all the way down my back to my beautiful round ass, with my satin baby blue dress and 4 inch silver  stillettos. I had you biting your lip already. The front of the dress was cut low in a vee to show off the soft creamy white cleavage of my breast. The back of the dress was cut low to show off that butterfly tattoo you have been desiring to kiss on the small of my back. The stilletos gave four inches to my tiny 5' 6" frame making my legs seem never ending. Just looking at me you already had a semi hard on.  Smiling to yourself, you noticed the men off to the side watching me shake my ass and knew they were all semi hard too. Only you knew you had the advantage they didn't. I was there for you.&lt;br /&gt;You finished up your dose of liquid courage and stepped away from the bar headed in my direction. You mad sure to make eye contact with the men watching me with that "I'm taking this home" look and smile. They followed suit with the "go ahead and get shot down playa" nod and grin. Walking up behind me, you slid you hands over the blue satin on my hips round to the front right beneath my breasts. Even with the four inch stillettos you still had to lean down to whisper into my ear that it was you. My breathing became short and quick with excitement as I began to turn around to see you face to face. You held me facing away from you whispering in the other ear, "Not yet." I almost couldnt hear the music anymore. My mind and body were focused on what you were doing as you pulled me against your semi hard on. One hand on my waist holding me against you, the other tracing the outline of my breast circling my nipple which you knew from pictures was pierced, you breathe in and take in the powdery perfumed scent of my hair. Exhaling, you nudge aside my hair, then inhale the scent of my neck and shoulder before you softly kiss my flesh. The only words yous spoke during the whole dance , " so much sexier than I ever imagined and I havent even had the pleasure of looking into your beautiful ocean blue eyes."&lt;br /&gt;Dancing slightly slower than everyone else on the dance floor, I came be aware that the DJ had gone old skool with some Tupac, but then Tupac is timeless.  Grindin my ass to the music all over your semi hard on, teasing you, wraping my arms up behind me around your neck, I ask you, " how do you want it?" I felt the pressure in your jeans get almost explosive. I couldnt be mad at you. I was more than ready for you myself.  Taking you by the hand, I lead you off the dance floor to a dark corner in the back of the lounge where we would have little privacy.  I leaned against the wall, pulling you close to me. For the first time that night I looked up into your deep chocolate brown eyes. You didnt even give me a chance to catch my breath. Your lips touched mine timidly at first not sure if the kiss was mutually desired at that moment.When your kiss met no resistance, you leaned in with your whole body. Your hands traveling from my waist to my ass and grasping slightly to feel the firmness. Your hard on now throbbing as you part my lips with your tongue and invade my mouth seeking mine. My hands have traveled from your chiseled chest the buckle on your belt. Not getting any resistence from you I proceeded to unbuckle, unbutton, unzip, and slid my hands into your jeans. I grabbed onto your very thick throbbing erection with one hand and slip my hand up your shirt over your rippeled abs. I got that butterfly feeling in my stomach and a slight pulsing in my clit. Leaning back against the wall and biting my lip, I look you in the eye. Seeing the desire in my eyes, you trace my curves from my shoulder, over my breast, down  my hips, to the hem of my short blue satin dress. I saw that split second flash of excitement in your eyes as your hand went under my dress.  Slowly gliding over my soft warm flesh, up my hip, till you found my thong , and then tracing the edge with your finger as light as a feather till you reach down between my legs.  You delight in watching my expressions as you do this. However my hands have been just as busy as yours because your erection has been released from your boxers and I am slowly stroking it as it grows harder.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the lowest part of my thong, you rub my clit through the lacy material. Feeling the wetness, you lick your lips and slip you fingers into my panties. First your fingers rub the clit then venture  into the deeper wetness. I gasp a little surprised, then ride your fingers increasing the wetness till my gloss is starting to run down my legs. I feel my muscles tighten as Im about to orgasm, but I stop you. Pulling you deeper into the dark corner and behind a ficus, I bend down and lick the rim around the head of your erection,  stopping at the bottom and slowly licking up the head to the tip with my warm wet tongue. I spit on the head and stroke the spit down your shaft with my hand. Following my hand with my lips, I  take you slowly deep into my mouth.  Your whole body quivers as I pull back up off your erection swirling my tongue around the head while still in my mouth, and then sucking it till my lips part away from the tip. I spit again but you stop me before I have the chance to repeat the previous action. You lift my head by the chin and give me the serious dead ass in the eye look of "I'm gonna fuck you here and now."Still holding my chin, you keep my eyes hostage as you bring your lips to mine. While kissing, you grab me  by the ass and lift me up. I wrap my legs around your hips. Still kissingme, you pull the thong to the side and pull me onto your hot throbbing cock. Your thrusts are slow as if you wish to savor the experience of the soft, wet, tightness around your hard erection. My breathing is getting deeper and more shallow as each thrust ends in the most excruciating pleasure of my clit hitting your rock hard abs. Your thrusts are getting deeper and quicker. Your breaths getting shallow and quick. You want to explode but your holding it back. I whisper in your ear, "Get it Daddy." The words set off a chain reaction in your body. You grab my ass tighter, pull me onto you harder and faster, and then your warmth shoots all inside me as your body shakes with the eruption. Holding me there against the wall you kiss my shoulder, my neck and then my lips. Touching your forehead to mine you slip your still semihard erection out and the results of what we just did streams down the inside of my thighs. You kiss me as you are putting everything back int is place and breathlessly confess, " Sooo much sexier than than I ever imagined and aint NOTHING like the real thing baby...now lets get out of here and go to your place where I can do you Mami. But first lets stop and get you some new toys cuz we still gonna do the web cam thing when I go home, right?"Laughing, mostly at you, I giggle out a maybe. You reply, with a smack on the ass and a kiss, "You betta."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-4818264628962777245?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4818264628962777245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4818264628962777245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/aint-nothing-like-real-thing.html' title='AINT NOTHING LIKE THE REAL THING'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-3174830351534346587</id><published>2009-04-08T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:39:38.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LYRICS'/><title type='text'>A LIL THUG &amp; A LIL GENTLEMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;5-8-08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say you can win me ova &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You claim to be a supa lova &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But are you ready for a love like mine? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you think together we will shine? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its real easy to fall in love with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you have my complete honesty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But are you prepared for what I need from you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Complete Honesty, Its that easy boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It aint easy for me to meet a ten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whos a lil thug and a lil gentleman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone who strives for money, power, respect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the smarts to keep the attitude in check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is what Im lookin for in my boo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, a supa lova, must have that too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sexiness to sweep me off my feet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aggressive, with an edge and twice as sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say you can win me ova &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you claim to be a supa lova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But are you ready for a love like mine? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause there no goin back once we cross this line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its real easy to fall in love with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pretty blu eyes and curves are sexy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know Ill aways be true once I commit to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that a promise you think you can keep boo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It aint easy for me to open up my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is what I need for feelings of love to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lil thug and a lil gentleman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lil romance and a lot a hot sexin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what Im lookin for in my boo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, a supa lova?, I got you too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Impress me with your intelligence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your street smarts, class and elegance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think you can win me ova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You claim you are a super lova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But are you prepared to follow thru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once you get me to open my heart to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its real easy to fall in love with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kinda love that inspires poetry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss, I touch, I desire with passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live, I love with no fear of crashin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It aint easy for me to let down my guard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Play Poker?, I call, show your last card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are you? a lil thug , a lil gentleman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tru love is the prize, are you all in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what Im lookin for in my boo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, a supa lova, you got some work to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Electrifying chemistry to light my fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passion, energy and love to fullfill my desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is what it takes to win me ova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is what Im lookin for in a lova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sexy lil thug to keep it interestin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the heart of a complete gentleman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-3174830351534346587?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3174830351534346587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3174830351534346587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/lil-thug-and-lil-gentleman-5-8-08-you.html' title='A LIL THUG &amp; A LIL GENTLEMAN'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-7718603369500840275</id><published>2009-04-08T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:54:56.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AZURE'/><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Good Morning 3/26/08 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon waking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; still have not opened my eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I hear the rise &amp;amp; the fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; of your sleeping sighs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The sun rising&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; room filling with delicate light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I feel the warmth of your body&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; as you hold me so tight..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I lay praying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; you are real &amp;amp; I am not dreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I smell the linger of your cologne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &amp;amp; I am blissfully gleaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I am happy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; from the inside out without a doubt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I taste the sweetness of your kisses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; bringing the passion inside me out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Good Morning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; as we lay together lustful &amp;amp; spent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; my intuition senses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; my life with you will be content. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-7718603369500840275?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/7718603369500840275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/7718603369500840275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-morning.html' title='GOOD MORNING'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-4666790567164281521</id><published>2009-04-08T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:28:11.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AZURE'/><title type='text'>WITH NO WORDS</title><content type='html'>With no words&lt;br /&gt;so much can be said&lt;br /&gt;Its all in the moment&lt;br /&gt;body language, faces read&lt;br /&gt;The breathing is labored&lt;br /&gt;taking air in shallow and quick&lt;br /&gt;silence between, with eyes low&lt;br /&gt;blood running hot and thick&lt;br /&gt;bodies lean in as skin touches skin&lt;br /&gt;senses explode like lightening strikes&lt;br /&gt;each touch as electrifying as the first&lt;br /&gt;already knowing likes and dislikes&lt;br /&gt;firmer and longer the embraces become&lt;br /&gt;the body temp rises and everything tingles&lt;br /&gt;outer layers shed, combustions of scents&lt;br /&gt;breathed in, as the aroma lingers and mingles&lt;br /&gt; A golden hue surrounding blessed touches&lt;br /&gt; Sacred gifts given as the world disappears&lt;br /&gt; Warmth and oneness of souls emblazen&lt;br /&gt; as passionate fires release all fears&lt;br /&gt; The fire engulfs, a tumultuous explosion&lt;br /&gt; cadent hearts drumming all other sounds out&lt;br /&gt; shortness of breath, limbs entwined&lt;br /&gt; eye catches eye finding no doubt&lt;br /&gt; Molten muscle and flesh quickly cooling&lt;br /&gt; unable to discover where one body ends or begins&lt;br /&gt; Reality awakened by sweet perspiration&lt;br /&gt; With no words&lt;br /&gt; so much can be said&lt;br /&gt; Its all in the moment&lt;br /&gt; body language, faces red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-4666790567164281521?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4666790567164281521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4666790567164281521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/with-no-words.html' title='WITH NO WORDS'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-5090890526695212029</id><published>2009-04-07T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:30:54.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARKNESS'/><title type='text'>THE WAY WE WERE</title><content type='html'>I THE REMEMBER THE DAY HE BECAME A STRANGER&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS THE DAY HE PUT OUR LIL GIRL IN DANGER&lt;br /&gt;I CANT FORGIVE WHAT HE DID TO ME AND HER&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CANT STOP REMEMBERING...&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY WE WERE&lt;br /&gt;EVERY TIME WE SPEAK I END UP IN TEARS&lt;br /&gt;MY HEART LONGS FOR HIM LIKE IT HASNT BEEN 2 YEARS&lt;br /&gt;AT FAMILY GATHERINGS I PUT THE HURT ASIDE&lt;br /&gt;PUT MY ARMS AROUND A STRANGER THE MAN I LOVE IS STILL INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;HE FEELS THE PAIN IN ME AND WONT LET GO THE HUG&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL THE PAIN IN HIM CUZ HE CANT LET GO THE DRUG&lt;br /&gt;IN OUR LIL GIRL OUR SOULS OUR LOVE ALWAYS JOINED AS ONE&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THO WE ARE SEPARATE NOW THAT BOND WILL NEVER COME UNDONE&lt;br /&gt;I REMEMBER THE DAY HE BECAME A STRANGER&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY HE PUT OUR LOVE OUR SOULS OUR LIL GIRL IN DANGER&lt;br /&gt;THE MAN WE LOVED IS LOST TO ME AND HER&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CANT STOP REMEMBERING...&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY WE WERE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BLU 2/6/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-5090890526695212029?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/5090890526695212029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/5090890526695212029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-we-were.html' title='THE WAY WE WERE'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-3365690815252100312</id><published>2009-04-07T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:50:40.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LYRICS'/><title type='text'>I GOTTA HATE YOU</title><content type='html'>I GOTTA HATE YOU&lt;br /&gt;10-29-08 (C)&lt;br /&gt;BY&lt;br /&gt;BLU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO DONT ASK ME HOW I DO ME&lt;br /&gt;DONT ASK HOW IMMA GET OVER YOU, HOMIE&lt;br /&gt;NO I DONT CARE IF MY WORDS HURT YOU&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT US OVER , YOU DO&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DONT EXPECT ME TO BE NICE&lt;br /&gt;MY HEART IS BLU AND COLD AS ICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FINALLY GONNA LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;CANT DO US NO MORE&lt;br /&gt;SO IM LETTIN U KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;MY LOVE WAS SO DEEP&lt;br /&gt;SO IM LETTIN YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT GET TIGHT WHEN YOU SEE ME FLIRTIN&lt;br /&gt;I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF YOU IS HURTIN&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT SO THIS IS WHAT YOU GET&lt;br /&gt;KNOW U HATIN ANUTHA NIGGA GONNA GET THIS PUSSY WETT&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DONT EXPECT ME TO BE NICE&lt;br /&gt;MY HEART IS BLU AND COLD AS ICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FINALLY GONNA LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;UR NOT DADDY NO MORE&lt;br /&gt;SO IM LETTIN YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;I FELL IN LOVE SO DEEP&lt;br /&gt;SO IM LETTIN YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO DONT YOU LOOK FOR LOVE IN MY EYES&lt;br /&gt;OR FOR MY SMILE TO BRIGHTEN YOUR SKIES&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE GONNA MISS BEIN MY NUMBER ONE&lt;br /&gt;THERES NO GOIN BACK WE'RE ALL DONE&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DONT EXPECT ME TO BE NICE&lt;br /&gt;MY HEART IS BLU AND COLD AS ICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FINALLY GONNA LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;NOT 'BOUT YOU NO MORE&lt;br /&gt;SO IM LETTIN YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;THE HURT IS SO BAD&lt;br /&gt;SO IM LETTING YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HATE YOU TO LET YOU GO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-3365690815252100312?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3365690815252100312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3365690815252100312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-gotta-hate-you.html' title='I GOTTA HATE YOU'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-4846850579594559095</id><published>2009-04-07T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:42:45.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passionate Penetration</title><content type='html'>I love to be touched from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;when we kiss, I love the kisses deep and slow&lt;br /&gt;I keep my eyes wide open even with lids low from dro.&lt;br /&gt;When we touch Im so into you time stands still&lt;br /&gt;Im embracing every moment mentally recording every thrill&lt;br /&gt;I savor the memories so I can recall them at will.&lt;br /&gt;every breathe you take cherished you're sharing it with me&lt;br /&gt;our hearts beat to one rythem like waves crashing at sea&lt;br /&gt;passionate penetration of souls worshipped by the powers blessed be.&lt;br /&gt;our bodies dripping with lustful glowing perspiration&lt;br /&gt;an intellectual sexual exasperating inspiration&lt;br /&gt;our true feelings released in intimate celebration.&lt;br /&gt;My words are pretty when I describe the touches between me and you&lt;br /&gt;my heart is involved when we do what we do&lt;br /&gt;I make love with my words to express how you make me feel boo.&lt;br /&gt;But let me say without flowery reflection&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute, stop, finna take this in a whole new direction&lt;br /&gt;we dont just make love, we fuck, let me make that correction.&lt;br /&gt;we spend days in intellectual flirty foreplay&lt;br /&gt;not knowing exactly when we will get to play&lt;br /&gt;increasing the friction that will ignite the fire on that day.&lt;br /&gt;we cant even hide the thirst in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;or the wanting desires in our lustful sighs&lt;br /&gt;as ur hands carress my ass, hips and thighs.&lt;br /&gt;seering hot kisses as u feel up my breast&lt;br /&gt;my hands explores down into your boxers from your chest&lt;br /&gt;as we make our way up to the bedroom to have our love fest.&lt;br /&gt;so hungry for each other we dont even get all the clothes off&lt;br /&gt; turn me around, bend me over, push deep and hard whispering 'your so soft.'&lt;br /&gt;we devour each other, making love, fucking, till our souls hover entwined aloft.&lt;br /&gt;as climax is met we fall further, mind and body spent&lt;br /&gt;I snuggle into you, arms tucked legs bent&lt;br /&gt;and all i want to do is breath ur scent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-4846850579594559095?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4846850579594559095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4846850579594559095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/passionate-penetration.html' title='Passionate Penetration'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-6224326668571375021</id><published>2009-04-07T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:35:15.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Have I Found My Soldier?</title><content type='html'>A soldier was sent to be in a war that no one understood. He lay awake at night thinking of all the &lt;a id="EC_AdBriteInlineAd_things" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://click.adbrite.com/mb/click.php?sid=658923&amp;amp;banner_id=11917747&amp;amp;variation_id=931604&amp;amp;uts=1218830833&amp;amp;cpc=302e3035&amp;amp;keyword_id=121339&amp;amp;inline=y&amp;amp;zk_id=32956832&amp;amp;ab=168362191&amp;amp;sscup=e562e7a95cfa5588d8ec39ce23080f45&amp;amp;sscra=79e9e1a4097116bb59186cff28b4c293&amp;amp;ub=202371587&amp;amp;guid=6fd401a6efe869968788fbbc3936ebfe&amp;amp;rs=&amp;amp;r=" target="_blank"&gt;things&lt;/a&gt; he missed at home. He never saw her but he felt her presence with him every night as he drifted off to sleep and to dream of home. His Guardian &lt;a id="EC_AdBriteInlineAd_angel" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" target="_blank"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="EC_AdBriteInlineAd_watched" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://click.adbrite.com/mb/click.php?sid=658923&amp;amp;banner_id=11116242&amp;amp;variation_id=1209183&amp;amp;uts=1218830817&amp;amp;cpc=302e3035&amp;amp;keyword_id=74147&amp;amp;inline=y&amp;amp;zk_id=32956832&amp;amp;ab=168362100&amp;amp;sscup=d80e9edc5cadeb17613f96dfecdea306&amp;amp;sscra=79e9e1a4097116bb59186cff28b4c293&amp;amp;ub=202371587&amp;amp;guid=7ce7e70774cd468453722dac32a6f096&amp;amp;rs=&amp;amp;r=" target="_blank"&gt;watched&lt;/a&gt; over him, and she would &lt;a id="EC_AdBriteInlineAd_help" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" target="_blank"&gt;help&lt;/a&gt; him sleep by kissing his forehead every night. She would hover above him and watch her soldier sleep. She admired his bravery, and his beauty. One night as he was drifting somewhere between sleep and awake she noticed he seemed to be looking right at her. She fell in love.It wasnt unheard of for a Guardian Angel to fall in love with her charge, and she never dreamed she would act on her feelings. She tried to fight the urge of revealing herself to him. She knew if she did it would mean the end of her eternal life as an angel. She would no longer be able to travel between earth and heaven and care for her human charges. She would be stuck on earth unnoticed till she withered away into nothingness. She would hover over his body and whisper in his ear her love for him. While his eyes were closed she made herself visible praying that one night he would actually see her and fall in love with her too. She would carress his face, and lay next to him keeping him safe.The Lord learned of her love, and although he felt sorry for the Angel he reminded her of what would happen if she acted on her feelings for the soldier. The Angel cried, real tears, and the Lord cried with her.One night as she lay next to her soldier he woke. He had felt her kisses, and smelled the sweetness of a fresh spring breeze. He asked aloud for her to be with him. He told his Angel he could feel her love. He confessed he was afraid he wouldnt be going home. He just needed to feel the love of a woman and be held and be loved before his life ended. The Angel knew what she would be giving up to grant his wish. Her love was stronger than the desire for eternity.The warm dry air blew as she kissed his lips in the desert night. When she pulled back the soldier saw the most beautiful blonde creature he had ever seen immersed in a golden light. She took him by the hand and they walked what seemed to be forever to where no one would witness her sin. She removed her gown and revealed creamy white satin flesh. Her wings unfolded and fluttered as she removed his uniform. They were surrounded by warm glowing stars and protected by the darkness. She touched his body and kissed his soul with hers. She lay him down and made love to her soldier. She loved him with every essence of her heavenly being. The soldier had never felt such exstacy. His body trembled with excitement and burned with the passion.The Angel had never known physical love. She reveled in the pleasure of the touches of her soldier. He loved her for her gift, not knowing what she was giving up to be with him.After, as they laid together, she looked her soldier in the eye and confessed her love. She also confessed the consequences of her love. She had given him her eternal life and no matter what happened in this war he would survive and live to love another. When she got up her wings were gone. He cried real tears for her. She was not human for she had never been, she was a fallen Angel. Stranded on earth for eternity and destined to love the soldier forever. She vanished. The soldier woke the next day, and it all felt like a dream to him. But his body remembered her touch. He had a single tear in his eye knowing she was gone and he wouldnt feel her touch again. He smiled and was joyous for her gift. The purity of her love would save his life over and over. The gift would take him home to family and future loves. When the war did end finally the soldier went home. The Fallen Angel cried real tears again. The Lord felt sorry for her and cried with her again. He told her because her act of giving up her eternity was the most unselfish act of love he had witnessed she could either have her eternity back or become human and hope that her soldier would find her on earth and love her as human.She didnt hesitate. She chose to be human, and the Lord Named her April for she was the scent of spring.Have I found my soldier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-6224326668571375021?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6224326668571375021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/6224326668571375021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-i-found-my-soldier.html' title='Have I Found My Soldier?'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-4282059450051989266</id><published>2009-04-07T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:08:28.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smokin'/><title type='text'>Twisted with Dro  5/15/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twisted with dro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; lids lower than low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take a look in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; look at me gettin high with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Have you ever seen eyes so Blu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; so tru?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Twisted with Dro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; YOU dont even know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; take a look in these eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; as you get lost in your high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; you’ll get lost in them too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Blu as the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; tru as Blu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Boy look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; getting high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; love gettin high with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-4282059450051989266?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4282059450051989266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/4282059450051989266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/twisted-with-dro-51508.html' title='Twisted with Dro  5/15/08'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456145726757484932.post-3444203761080687024</id><published>2009-04-02T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:49:38.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARKNESS'/><title type='text'>TORMENTED</title><content type='html'>Tormented 12/18/02&lt;br /&gt;Tired, beaten, weary soul of mine my inner light is losing its shine.&lt;br /&gt;Every night and every day I pray for my Tormentor to go away.&lt;br /&gt;His words cut deeply into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;His words of hatred tear me apart.&lt;br /&gt;And just when I think he can cause no more pain,&lt;br /&gt;He spouts more hurtful things over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;His angry words are only half my strife.&lt;br /&gt;He has this cold angry stare as if he wanted to take my life.&lt;br /&gt;Although its been a while since I felt his heavy hands&lt;br /&gt;He creates fear in me because he raises them up now and again.&lt;br /&gt;Whats worse than the way he makes me feel,&lt;br /&gt;are the things I want to do when I cant deal.&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is close my eyes and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to wake up, I pray the Lord my soul he’ll keep.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the same naive girl I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;My faith is tainted and jaded with ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I do things and say things that make me not like who I have become.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for quiet peace. Please Lord give me some.&lt;br /&gt;So many times I have thought things I’m ashamed to speak,&lt;br /&gt;but how long can one last being tormented week after week.&lt;br /&gt;I have a small child thats why I cling to this weary life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel I’m losing my grasp no matter how much I say "Everything will be just fine."&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was close to falling off the edge of sanity.&lt;br /&gt;His looks, his words, his smugful vanity.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt such vile hate in all my years.&lt;br /&gt;I think he gets a kick out of reducing me to endless tears.&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt such a rage, such a loss of self awareness.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to snuff out the source of all my pain and unfairness.&lt;br /&gt;I raised my voice, I raised my hand!&lt;br /&gt;I said things to cause him pain!&lt;br /&gt;Now I am no better than him, and it did no good.&lt;br /&gt;Shame was my only gain.&lt;br /&gt;Tired, beaten, weary soul of mine.&lt;br /&gt;My inner light has lost its shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456145726757484932-3444203761080687024?l=diamondblu315.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3444203761080687024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456145726757484932/posts/default/3444203761080687024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondblu315.blogspot.com/2009/04/tormented.html' title='TORMENTED'/><author><name>BLU 315</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00602368659785094238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
