<?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-4767465159456666659</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:40:29.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show  ya Flow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ShaBANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12435939559462982820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bp99QliL1ys/R6ko2tDGApI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PtyebvikVy4/S220/midnightbutterfly.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767465159456666659.post-8206764575654805061</id><published>2007-06-21T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:18:05.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go and Not Fall</title><content type='html'>Able to stand yet not willing to leap&lt;br /&gt;wanting to jump but my footing I keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To risk shattered heart or be busted and broken&lt;br /&gt;not sure of the price for offering my tokens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm poor in success of the strength that I lack&lt;br /&gt;to not offer my pearls or keep them held back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching him live within her arms&lt;br /&gt;knowing he gazes on her favored charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The torment within raging throughout my veins&lt;br /&gt;wanting to pull on the bridle, but instead drop the reins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no understanding of life's intercept&lt;br /&gt;many nights wondering why as I lay and I wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long should one heart really endure&lt;br /&gt;with feelings so raw and emotions so pure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to run at a speedy rate&lt;br /&gt;and to rescue from a self created fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there no way to let go and not fall?&lt;br /&gt;must it be everything or nothing, winner take all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play the fool this truth I know&lt;br /&gt;my addiction is fixed to see his smile glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear I have failed and fallen from grace&lt;br /&gt;never to own the smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady and stable, reinforced where there's slack&lt;br /&gt;his measure of caring brings my soul back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking all of the portion he has for me&lt;br /&gt;knowing there's more of what I failed to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing his call isn't fate in the wind&lt;br /&gt;knowing such treasure, my heart starts to mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strengthened and confident, tall and elite&lt;br /&gt;wanting to jump yet, my footing I keep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767465159456666659-8206764575654805061?l=showyaflow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/feeds/8206764575654805061/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bp99QliL1ys/R6ko2tDGApI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PtyebvikVy4/S220/midnightbutterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767465159456666659.post-7261431120385069676</id><published>2007-01-08T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T14:14:49.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplate Eternity</title><content type='html'>How can you contemplate eternity?&lt;br /&gt;For it has forever existed and will ever exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our first cries on earth to our last breath&lt;br /&gt;Back into eternity our spirits came into being&lt;br /&gt;Long before it rests within the body we host for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternity is never changing and never stayed.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is ever changing and always stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternity is with us with each waking moment&lt;br /&gt;And each sleeping hour.&lt;br /&gt;We hold hands with eternity as we&lt;br /&gt;Dance in the sun and rain and cry through the joy and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternity influences our choices that map our earthly course&lt;br /&gt;with its twists and turns that lead through the roads of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, those roads lead us to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Other times it leads us to a placid lake mirroring the creator’s&lt;br /&gt;reflections of his personal artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternity claims us during our hurt, weary, anxious or ill times&lt;br /&gt;It seems to escape us in times of laughter and peace yet it remains&lt;br /&gt;Constant each moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travel along this earthy existence forgetting that&lt;br /&gt;Eternity indeed is our constant companion:&lt;br /&gt;as we are now, As we were before and as we always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers cannot account for its magnanimous existence&lt;br /&gt;Nor can a clock stop its fortitude in perseverance to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not see, feel or hear eternity&lt;br /&gt;Eternity has never or will never cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;We, you and I, are eternity and just like eternity we will always be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767465159456666659-7261431120385069676?l=showyaflow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/feeds/7261431120385069676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4767465159456666659&amp;postID=7261431120385069676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/7261431120385069676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/7261431120385069676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you stand with when the smoke is all cleared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This childish game we insist to play&lt;br /&gt;is that what keeps us close each day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hearts lie shattered and bleeding inside&lt;br /&gt;as red doves that have dropped with a shot from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet drops from a shattered heart make no sound&lt;br /&gt;but still are like rubies spilling to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart and the soul you can't hear them cry&lt;br /&gt;when your lips and your touch hide the unspoken lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767465159456666659-252410960866548190?l=showyaflow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/feeds/252410960866548190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bp99QliL1ys/R6ko2tDGApI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PtyebvikVy4/S220/midnightbutterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767465159456666659.post-5315276533244502532</id><published>2006-12-30T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:21:04.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered</title><content type='html'>Shaken breath, rolling tears , drowning in a sea of fears.&lt;br /&gt;Truths unspoken can surely calm, the haunting wreckage of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting in a ocean of ignorance, searching for the life vest to take a stance.&lt;br /&gt;Portioned out in limited amounts, going north, east, west, and never south&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pieces and parts and parts and specs, where you are is what your heart reflects.&lt;br /&gt;Ever standing at your back, hoping to bring what you feel you lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you continue to travel on, next time you seek will I gone?&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing if to go or stay, living that pressure every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to search, searching to find, trying to catch up from behind&lt;br /&gt;When you turn around and I’m not there, will you come from me, or just not care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to created larger pieces of you, to have more and to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;Always longer than should have been ,wishing you here again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling you go before you leave, knowing you’re not really here with me.&lt;br /&gt;Standing together yet, miles apart, being out of this moment from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling a chance, not willing to try, longing for hope and coming up dry&lt;br /&gt;Scrounging for seconds and finding some, then searching for moments that never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to build hours of memories true, unable to build true moments with you.&lt;br /&gt;You've close your heart within yourself, I've placed my heart back on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   KMD  2006©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767465159456666659-5315276533244502532?l=showyaflow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/feeds/5315276533244502532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4767465159456666659&amp;postID=5315276533244502532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/5315276533244502532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/5315276533244502532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/2006/12/scattered.html' title='Scattered'/><author><name>ShaBANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12435939559462982820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bp99QliL1ys/R6ko2tDGApI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PtyebvikVy4/S220/midnightbutterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767465159456666659.post-6672720917432869345</id><published>2006-12-07T23:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:05:39.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U vs YOU  (1,000 Michaels)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;U vs You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Toe to toe, face to face&lt;br /&gt;You fight your fears in a state of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One on one and man to man&lt;br /&gt;Willing to fight, ready to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,000 Mikeys standing strong&lt;br /&gt;Some must die, and some belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one armed with sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;Stepping onto the battle field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man of love vs. man felt failed&lt;br /&gt;Both keep their hearts within a jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart of love longing to be free&lt;br /&gt;The failed heart rests complacently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man of Pride vs. Humility&lt;br /&gt;One can’t live on, who will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both cannot survive within&lt;br /&gt;Humility dies where pride begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man of stone vs. man of Steele&lt;br /&gt;Each knowing how the other feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately struggling to survive&lt;br /&gt;But if one wins then the other dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many pieces of ones self&lt;br /&gt;Who’s to be upon the shelf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judgment is hard of who will be&lt;br /&gt;And kill off so many parts of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raging, grabbing, blocking stabbing&lt;br /&gt;Coming down with heavy blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching, pleading, soul lies bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing when or where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the battle ends and the smoke is cleared&lt;br /&gt;Which Mike will parish? Which stands revered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day in the mirror when you search your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You decide which Mikey dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Karyn Dudley© December 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767465159456666659-6672720917432869345?l=showyaflow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/feeds/6672720917432869345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4767465159456666659&amp;postID=6672720917432869345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/6672720917432869345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/6672720917432869345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/2006/12/u-vs-you-1000-michaels_3609.html' title='U vs YOU  (1,000 Michaels)'/><author><name>ShaBANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12435939559462982820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bp99QliL1ys/R6ko2tDGApI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PtyebvikVy4/S220/midnightbutterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767465159456666659.post-5452187771960497130</id><published>2006-12-04T23:40:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:57:18.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Somone Else Gave</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Because Someone Else Gave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Holidays come do we start to spend&lt;br /&gt;As a token of what we can’t say?&lt;br /&gt;It is making up for time unspent&lt;br /&gt;of the things&lt;br /&gt;we should do everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we open our boxes and stocking and bags&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in nice little paper and bows.&lt;br /&gt;Do we scoff at a trinket and wonder the cost&lt;br /&gt;With a smirk and upturned nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we simply brush gifts aside&lt;br /&gt;Unwelcome and left in the shade?&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting the only reason we have received&lt;br /&gt;Was because somebody else also gave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The importance of giving is a key part of life&lt;br /&gt;remember it down thru the age?&lt;br /&gt;God loved us so much&lt;br /&gt;And for our lives to touch&lt;br /&gt;His only begotten… he gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unselfish a gift he presented the earth&lt;br /&gt;a savior to show us the way&lt;br /&gt;for there is no other perfected enough&lt;br /&gt;to give us great hope every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only begotten he sent us,&lt;br /&gt;his life was to make us all free&lt;br /&gt;his focus unwavering&lt;br /&gt;his teachings of love&lt;br /&gt;instructing us just how to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While his time here on earth was not very long&lt;br /&gt;his impact will surely amaze&lt;br /&gt;his path clearly marked&lt;br /&gt;from the time of the start&lt;br /&gt;until now in these latter days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when his time came to suffer the sins&lt;br /&gt;of each child, woman and man&lt;br /&gt;his body then bled&lt;br /&gt;and the pains of us shed&lt;br /&gt;he would not deviate from the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only begotten given to the earth&lt;br /&gt;to save the sons of man&lt;br /&gt;then have him self again to us&lt;br /&gt;to fulfill Heavenly Father’s plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we take this as trinkets we discard to the side&lt;br /&gt;cuz it’s not what we wanted to get?&lt;br /&gt;Do we scoff at how little money was spent&lt;br /&gt;and compare the value met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all that you purchases with checks and with cards&lt;br /&gt;and with cash and coupons on hand&lt;br /&gt;how often do you think of the love you can give&lt;br /&gt;to him, your fellow man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Love can’t be found&lt;br /&gt;in pretty wrapped boxes&lt;br /&gt;or stocking and festive bags&lt;br /&gt;the greatest of gifts can be found any place&lt;br /&gt;ours was in swaddling rags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these rags held a baby brought into the world&lt;br /&gt;by the father , who wanted to give&lt;br /&gt;and again these rags were draped on the one&lt;br /&gt;who died so that you might live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes upon us&lt;br /&gt;once again to show just a token of love&lt;br /&gt;Do we spend our hard cash on&lt;br /&gt;nick nacks and stuff&lt;br /&gt;or do we take example from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of gifts with the glitter and glow&lt;br /&gt;and lights that go flashing all day&lt;br /&gt;Remember the only reason you have received…&lt;br /&gt;was because someone, with love, for you gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karyn M. Dudley © 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767465159456666659-5452187771960497130?l=showyaflow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/feeds/5452187771960497130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4767465159456666659&amp;postID=5452187771960497130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/5452187771960497130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/5452187771960497130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/2006/12/because-somone-else-gave_04.html' title='Because Somone Else Gave'/><author><name>ShaBANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12435939559462982820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bp99QliL1ys/R6ko2tDGApI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PtyebvikVy4/S220/midnightbutterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767465159456666659.post-896148496452043395</id><published>2006-12-04T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:58:38.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sibling Ties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started as family in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knew they belonged&lt;br /&gt;A Heavenly Mother and Father&lt;br /&gt;and billions of Siblings strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we gathered in grand council&lt;br /&gt;and each agreed to life&lt;br /&gt;but one of our dear siblings&lt;br /&gt;had to be the sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conflict in the glory&lt;br /&gt;a trembling of the veil&lt;br /&gt;a grand battle in the family and&lt;br /&gt;we cried when Lucifer fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family then, divided&lt;br /&gt;some siblings forever lost&lt;br /&gt;A plan of salvation created&lt;br /&gt;but there would be a cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In turn our foreordination&lt;br /&gt;Expectations and blessings high&lt;br /&gt;But there was no other&lt;br /&gt;‘cept Jesus, our brother&lt;br /&gt;to be born, so he could die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives on earth would vary&lt;br /&gt;some poor and weak and sad&lt;br /&gt;but siblings ties from heaven&lt;br /&gt;should make things not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each struggle’s would be different&lt;br /&gt;God's love for us, so real.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t for get our elder brother agreed&lt;br /&gt;to level the playing field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Heavenly father watches&lt;br /&gt;sitting on his throne above&lt;br /&gt;at this training ground called earth&lt;br /&gt;wondering "where is that sibling love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sent them all down together&lt;br /&gt;So they could not forget&lt;br /&gt;to teach and support one another&lt;br /&gt;and encourage those they've met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turn they backs on each other&lt;br /&gt;let petty things come to be&lt;br /&gt;This is not the plan, my kids&lt;br /&gt;Not sibling rivalry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember our first battle?&lt;br /&gt;1/3 of billions of host&lt;br /&gt;Walked out on the rest of the family&lt;br /&gt;Whose side are you on most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final family reunion&lt;br /&gt;Will you greet with loving eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Or will shame and embarrassment fill your soul&lt;br /&gt;For forgetting those sibling ties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karyn M. Dudley © 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767465159456666659-896148496452043395?l=showyaflow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/feeds/896148496452043395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4767465159456666659&amp;postID=896148496452043395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/896148496452043395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/896148496452043395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/2006/12/sibling-ties.html' title='Sibling Ties'/><author><name>ShaBANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12435939559462982820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bp99QliL1ys/R6ko2tDGApI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PtyebvikVy4/S220/midnightbutterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767465159456666659.post-3146505834135799023</id><published>2006-12-04T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:37:40.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCKED AND ROLLED</title><content type='html'>Our father’s love&lt;br /&gt;our spirits bought&lt;br /&gt;he sent a son to pay the cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angels cheered&lt;br /&gt;the angels sang&lt;br /&gt;soon would come a king to reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heaven’s rocked&lt;br /&gt;and the heaven’s rolled&lt;br /&gt;we found salvation for our soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He grew to serve&lt;br /&gt; Within the masses&lt;br /&gt;Touching every life he passes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sick he healed&lt;br /&gt;the weary he held&lt;br /&gt;picking up all those who fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he walked the waters&lt;br /&gt;the mountains move&lt;br /&gt;evil departs when he comes through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the creatures hush&lt;br /&gt;and elements silence&lt;br /&gt;at the majesty of his excellence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gathered all&lt;br /&gt;no soul emitted&lt;br /&gt;through him each one would be acquitted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saints did sing&lt;br /&gt;and the heaven’s roared&lt;br /&gt;Cheering our Hero for ever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hand of a baby&lt;br /&gt;the hand of a son&lt;br /&gt;outstretch to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they healed the sick&lt;br /&gt;they carried the weak&lt;br /&gt;feed us the food that we would seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;they clasped in prayer&lt;br /&gt;they bled in pain&lt;br /&gt;then pierced with nails they bled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eye’s with sorry&lt;br /&gt;then they raised&lt;br /&gt;looking toward heaven, he easily forgave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born to die&lt;br /&gt;so we could live&lt;br /&gt;eternal life he came to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Heaven’s rocked&lt;br /&gt;and the Heaven’s rolled&lt;br /&gt;we have salvation for our soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karyn M. Dudley © 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767465159456666659-3146505834135799023?l=showyaflow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/feeds/3146505834135799023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4767465159456666659&amp;postID=3146505834135799023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/3146505834135799023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/3146505834135799023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/2006/12/rocked-and-rolled.html' title='ROCKED AND ROLLED'/><author><name>ShaBANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12435939559462982820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bp99QliL1ys/R6ko2tDGApI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PtyebvikVy4/S220/midnightbutterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767465159456666659.post-3139388087240979602</id><published>2006-11-30T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:11:15.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sameness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sameness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u look at me&lt;br /&gt;What do u see&lt;br /&gt;Dark skin&lt;br /&gt;Braids, curves and swerves without end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look beyond my brown velvet package&lt;br /&gt;Catch the vibe of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Feel my soul's inner wreckage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are u seeing me&lt;br /&gt;Or U vibin' what the world tells u to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u come to the table&lt;br /&gt;Unable to make u'r own distinction&lt;br /&gt;Willing to be open, and to experience love&lt;br /&gt;From loves other point of view and direction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u looked into my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;How the reflection of your soul speaks to me?&lt;br /&gt;Have u looked into my soul to see&lt;br /&gt;Your strength and beauty that my eyes believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u feel what I am offering you?&lt;br /&gt;The song in my spirit for u'r taking&lt;br /&gt;Can u understand that shades of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Blending, melding, courting the shades of u'r own ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our colors of sameness:&lt;br /&gt;Shades of u run through my veins...&lt;br /&gt;Shades of me pumping u'r heart the very same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We two, are 1 fitting together&lt;br /&gt;Yet our oneness is 2 differences&lt;br /&gt;in life's forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete together&lt;br /&gt;Complete apart&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete one without the other&lt;br /&gt;And still&lt;br /&gt;incomplete when we are with another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different and same in joy and shame&lt;br /&gt;different and same in love and pain.&lt;br /&gt;Sameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro:&lt;br /&gt;I created this low last year. It's about my struggle to believe the man I'm interested in could share that same interest. The man is a complicated institution. Women, we simply want to know that you care for us and value us. We want you to show it and say it. As women we make the mistake in thinking that if they don't think like us and do things in a manner that is obvious to us, they don't care for us. Not true. Each person has within themselves their own design of expressing themselves. We, Men and Women, need to love enough to slow down and learn how each particular person expresses themselves. We each have a language of our own. Love and friendships come together when you have a desire to learn each other's language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767465159456666659-3139388087240979602?l=showyaflow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/feeds/3139388087240979602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4767465159456666659&amp;postID=3139388087240979602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/3139388087240979602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/3139388087240979602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/2006/11/sameness.html' title='Sameness'/><author><name>ShaBANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12435939559462982820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bp99QliL1ys/R6ko2tDGApI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PtyebvikVy4/S220/midnightbutterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767465159456666659.post-5948218695795878237</id><published>2006-11-30T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:11:05.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floetry</title><content type='html'>This is my new creative outlet for  Love, Anger, Passion, Pain, Power, and whatever else expresses what I'm going thru.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Alot of times a particular flow will be created for a special situation or too a specific person but things are such that communicating directly to them is not appropriate or possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my flows are Letters, to you, or myself  and even God.&lt;br /&gt;There will be some ramblings and just words that are in my head an need to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what my floetry is or how it comes it does have meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this blogs creats a spark of SOMETHING in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4767465159456666659-5948218695795878237?l=showyaflow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/feeds/5948218695795878237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4767465159456666659&amp;postID=5948218695795878237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/5948218695795878237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4767465159456666659/posts/default/5948218695795878237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://showyaflow.blogspot.com/2006/11/floetry.html' title='Floetry'/><author><name>ShaBANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12435939559462982820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Bp99QliL1ys/R6ko2tDGApI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PtyebvikVy4/S220/midnightbutterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
