<?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-8394574</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:23:25.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draught</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draughtmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draughtmusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071155263272313317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://busylittlebee.smugmug.com/photos/52187960-S.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394574.post-109564847147587760</id><published>2004-09-19T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T19:47:51.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I looked outside of myself&lt;br /&gt;To view the inconsistencies, inward and beyond&lt;br /&gt;The everyday drama that denies any sort of truth, and&lt;br /&gt;The envy of an arranged society&lt;br /&gt;Freedoms taken for granted and simple rules&lt;br /&gt;Blatantly ignored, but yet, the day moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I turn, I hear a slight bit of havoc&lt;br /&gt;I see a great amount of self indulgence and discontent to those who having nothing and yet,&lt;br /&gt;The night still comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the streets chanting for away for&lt;br /&gt;Everyone to get along, fighting for people&lt;br /&gt;Who are being oppressed but, with no intentions of compromise.&lt;br /&gt;People with money and Power are the only voices ever heard, usually behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;There is a little more attention on inhibitual habits because that is the real problem.&lt;br /&gt;The root of all evil is in your pockets, the things that make the world go round, unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Is the substance that can seize your existence but yet, tomorrow is another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I looked outside of myself&lt;br /&gt;To view the inconsistencies, inward and beyond&lt;br /&gt;The everyday dramas that deny any sort of truth&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized I was looking at a mirror with the T.V. on behind me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394574-109564847147587760?l=draughtmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draughtmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/109564847147587760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394574&amp;postID=109564847147587760' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394574/posts/default/109564847147587760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394574/posts/default/109564847147587760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draughtmusic.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-i-looked-outside-of-myself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071155263272313317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://busylittlebee.smugmug.com/photos/52187960-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394574.post-109564834996519115</id><published>2004-09-19T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T19:45:49.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man alone in a room of many</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I said, you’ve only heard what you wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;Chosen words, you’ve conjured up half truths, explaining to me your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;From what was said, to you knowing everything.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t assume that you know &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t assume it wasn’t said, because you were never really listening any ways.&lt;br /&gt;From what he said, you’ve only spoken down, what you didn’t want to hear,&lt;br /&gt;Distorted versions of what you think, slowly convincing me that we are all wrong, to justify your insecurities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t assume I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t assume I won’t say&lt;br /&gt;Because you were never really listening&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you stand in an untruthful world&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and feeling you’ve been done wrong&lt;br /&gt;Because none of us know anything about nothing…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394574-109564834996519115?l=draughtmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draughtmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/109564834996519115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394574&amp;postID=109564834996519115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394574/posts/default/109564834996519115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394574/posts/default/109564834996519115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draughtmusic.blogspot.com/2004/09/man-alone-in-room-of-many.html' title='A Man alone in a room of many'/><author><name>Pamela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071155263272313317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://busylittlebee.smugmug.com/photos/52187960-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394574.post-109564828037965652</id><published>2004-09-19T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T19:44:40.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micheal (Gian)</title><content type='html'>The sky has darkened and the clouds have turned gray&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember his face, as he slowly passed away&lt;br /&gt;He was so strong, such a spirited soul&lt;br /&gt;He is not here now, now my life is cold&lt;br /&gt;You don’t understand, no one really knows&lt;br /&gt;How much spirit he held and how much love was shown&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I miss you, Oh how the days linger by&lt;br /&gt;You are my inspiration and every reason why&lt;br /&gt;I will overcome my obstacles and never give up and try&lt;br /&gt;To become the man you meant to be before you had to say goodbye…&lt;br /&gt;You were taken so abruptly and at such a young age&lt;br /&gt;But those last words you spoke to me held so much knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time has changed and I still miss you the same&lt;br /&gt;I speak out loud, hoping you will hear when I call your name&lt;br /&gt;I promise to continue to continue to fight&lt;br /&gt;Hey remember when we cruised around that night&lt;br /&gt;You were so funny pretty wise and brave&lt;br /&gt;While all of us were scared and didn’t know what was yet to come&lt;br /&gt;No, not you , you played off the part of the helpless little one&lt;br /&gt;Although the sky had darkened and my eyes see gray&lt;br /&gt;I still see your face&lt;br /&gt;When I look out and about, when stare for daze………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394574-109564828037965652?l=draughtmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draughtmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/109564828037965652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394574&amp;postID=109564828037965652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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