<?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-2590678903362746363</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:52:18.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peter S. 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Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4301178741656757910</id><published>2008-06-24T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:46:52.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Times Are Here For You and Me</title><content type='html'>The times are here for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Both starless nights and days&lt;br /&gt;The evening comes so carelessly&lt;br /&gt;In glows of many tinctured ways&lt;br /&gt;For what have driven us apart&lt;br /&gt;With reasons in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;May now become inside our heart&lt;br /&gt;Of dreams together with the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whiles might be moonless glow&lt;br /&gt;Or darker still in their somber vein&lt;br /&gt;With every shadow dancing embryo&lt;br /&gt;That to the dark more now shall gain&lt;br /&gt;You may read a heart from deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Of every near occasion and line&lt;br /&gt;While moods of nocturnal outside glide&lt;br /&gt;Before sunrise comes in to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When times are here for love to be&lt;br /&gt;With every whisper of its breeze&lt;br /&gt;You will come to know and come to see&lt;br /&gt;Each their latent desiring lessees&lt;br /&gt;Ambiance of understandings within&lt;br /&gt;Like forces of the feelings vertex&lt;br /&gt;In each cause of its occurrence spin&lt;br /&gt;Making diffuseness before it will apex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4301178741656757910?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4301178741656757910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4301178741656757910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4301178741656757910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4301178741656757910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/times-are-here-for-you-and-me.html' title='The Times Are Here For You and Me'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-7668601897979969081</id><published>2008-06-23T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:46:43.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Not Go Away</title><content type='html'>Let me not go away&lt;br /&gt;Into dreams of the day&lt;br /&gt;Follow no shadows&lt;br /&gt;Into its after goes&lt;br /&gt;There are reasons for a why&lt;br /&gt;And every cloud that drifts by&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere coming around&lt;br /&gt;For the trials to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay with you here&lt;br /&gt;In your love and your care&lt;br /&gt;While twilight is in drift&lt;br /&gt;With its blue moody shift&lt;br /&gt;That comes within its dim&lt;br /&gt;In dark of the night's hymn&lt;br /&gt;When amber to red is taken&lt;br /&gt;From eve sky once awaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not be without you&lt;br /&gt;Or a onetime walk through&lt;br /&gt;With its doubt and low tone&lt;br /&gt;In every silence of alone&lt;br /&gt;Longing stretch away to night&lt;br /&gt;Lost in whole and love's flight&lt;br /&gt;Fire of the praising past&lt;br /&gt;Flames that can't in time last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-7668601897979969081?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7668601897979969081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=7668601897979969081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7668601897979969081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7668601897979969081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-me-not-go-away.html' title='Let Me Not Go Away'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4631356879032251861</id><published>2008-06-23T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:43:11.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day Is Never</title><content type='html'>Every day is never here the same&lt;br /&gt;Sweet gatherings of down and above around&lt;br /&gt;What time does dare with its passing on flame&lt;br /&gt;Into the lying of infinity found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to anything still discovering&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterdays uncanned safe and known dreams&lt;br /&gt;The within of human souls hovering&lt;br /&gt;Like the carrying river of weaving deems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clusters of the simple ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;What does have the courage to stand or sit&lt;br /&gt;The going of sensations to the never&lt;br /&gt;In its little congregation around hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinities content of inches looks&lt;br /&gt;The gathering of making to printable books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After a somewhat in depth study of - “of Ever-Ever Land I speak” by E. E. Cumming)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4631356879032251861?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4631356879032251861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4631356879032251861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4631356879032251861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4631356879032251861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/every-day-is-never.html' title='Every Day Is Never'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-1671612132345626036</id><published>2008-06-23T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T02:27:28.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night of Many Dreams</title><content type='html'>The night of many dreams has gone my way&lt;br /&gt;With every distances there between&lt;br /&gt;A love song close for each youngish laid day&lt;br /&gt;With its various after evening scene&lt;br /&gt;A heart grows on to many directions&lt;br /&gt;With all the feelings that opens its door&lt;br /&gt;The touches of time in ample connections&lt;br /&gt;Convey all futures for more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go on and on in the seats we know&lt;br /&gt;By opening up or holding on to&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that worked or those that were lost in space&lt;br /&gt;Like a thought in a moment that will go&lt;br /&gt;There are standings ahead to bring here through&lt;br /&gt;From circling events of numerous chase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-1671612132345626036?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/1671612132345626036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=1671612132345626036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1671612132345626036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1671612132345626036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-of-many-dreams.html' title='The Night of Many Dreams'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5647585688761643956</id><published>2008-06-19T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:13:32.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day Beautiful On</title><content type='html'>Every day that is here beautiful on&lt;br /&gt;With lots and lots of memories awake&lt;br /&gt;When moments are here and not gone&lt;br /&gt;Into indifferences at its own stake&lt;br /&gt;And the flowers like bouquets of roses&lt;br /&gt;In their yellow red pink true&lt;br /&gt;When a dream to the reality closes&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a part of a wonderful renew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day when borders are nowhere&lt;br /&gt;That closes every thought of past&lt;br /&gt;And we are here together to share&lt;br /&gt;While our daydreams forever might last&lt;br /&gt;And the instants are here in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Every color the soul within keeps&lt;br /&gt;Like the mornings of wondering skies&lt;br /&gt;From the inside of heart and deeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I together like new dawn&lt;br /&gt;Awaking moods across every shade&lt;br /&gt;With e thought in our eyes closer drawn&lt;br /&gt;And all the sweetness therein ever made&lt;br /&gt;When the day is beautiful and not parting&lt;br /&gt;From the love that shines into our windows&lt;br /&gt;Like a summer that again is all starting&lt;br /&gt;With its colors many ways and new glows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5647585688761643956?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5647585688761643956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5647585688761643956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5647585688761643956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5647585688761643956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/every-day-beautiful-on.html' title='Every Day Beautiful On'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-1126101279698882280</id><published>2008-06-19T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:22:07.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There You Are - Love Song Endless Time</title><content type='html'>There you are&lt;br /&gt;Love song endless time&lt;br /&gt;Like a reachable star&lt;br /&gt;In its iciness rime&lt;br /&gt;Feeling close to you&lt;br /&gt;Like a moon in sky&lt;br /&gt;Going clouds through&lt;br /&gt;In moments that go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are flowing away&lt;br /&gt;To the infinite it goes&lt;br /&gt;Meeting destiny days&lt;br /&gt;With our contrasting glows&lt;br /&gt;Where our moods fell on earth&lt;br /&gt;Giving love to command&lt;br /&gt;Every captivates worth&lt;br /&gt;And its coming to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in endless dreams&lt;br /&gt;In kisses of ageless space&lt;br /&gt;Combining glowing beams&lt;br /&gt;Through loftiness and grace&lt;br /&gt;As time reaches sun&lt;br /&gt;In its day breaking rise&lt;br /&gt;We shall be on our run&lt;br /&gt;In the mist of disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are&lt;br /&gt;Love song endless time&lt;br /&gt;Like a reachable star&lt;br /&gt;In its never-ending time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-1126101279698882280?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/1126101279698882280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=1126101279698882280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1126101279698882280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1126101279698882280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-you-are-love-song-endless-time.html' title='There You Are - Love Song Endless Time'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4182807124629135726</id><published>2008-06-19T04:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T04:03:37.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For the Impossible Dream</title><content type='html'>The hours are sometimes much outlying&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting for the impossible dream&lt;br /&gt;Every minute oppressive to defying&lt;br /&gt;In its closeness that nowhere now seem&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays are old and some forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Like the leaves of last year's autumn days&lt;br /&gt;Every thought so of instances sudden&lt;br /&gt;In its coming and going differently ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean waves keep rushing to and fro&lt;br /&gt;Like the impossible tomorrow might come&lt;br /&gt;With someone's dream and hope to become true&lt;br /&gt;So much to regret seems long time ago&lt;br /&gt;That into forgotten it has succumb&lt;br /&gt;For aspiring wishes out of the blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4182807124629135726?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4182807124629135726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4182807124629135726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4182807124629135726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4182807124629135726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting-for-impossible-dream.html' title='Waiting For the Impossible Dream'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4486725568767417966</id><published>2008-06-19T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T02:59:03.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Endless In A Way</title><content type='html'>Love is endless in a way&lt;br /&gt;With our desire to be forever&lt;br /&gt;Anything you say or may&lt;br /&gt;Becomes true or never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless is each day apart&lt;br /&gt;When you are feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;For you have your desires only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are young we need to try&lt;br /&gt;Find out what we need to do&lt;br /&gt;Clear our vision and ask why&lt;br /&gt;What of love shall become true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments are so few among&lt;br /&gt;Wishing ways to love and caress&lt;br /&gt;So we come again to long&lt;br /&gt;For love that's kind of endless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4486725568767417966?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4486725568767417966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4486725568767417966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4486725568767417966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4486725568767417966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-is-endless-in-way.html' title='Love Is Endless In A Way'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4943391106237890513</id><published>2008-06-18T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T04:16:28.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are Times</title><content type='html'>There are times I can only feel pain&lt;br /&gt;Of the days when they are not equal&lt;br /&gt;Searching for and discredit them in vain&lt;br /&gt;Vanguard of superior inferior sequel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping through the time of its second class&lt;br /&gt;Where human rights are the color of eyes&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors of injustice of broken glass&lt;br /&gt;With no depth in their meaning or clear skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere in its varied morality&lt;br /&gt;We shall remain of good over evil&lt;br /&gt;Knowing peace and how to give it and fight&lt;br /&gt;There may be bondage and causality&lt;br /&gt;While we climb over hills in retrieval&lt;br /&gt;With rumors of old regimes over light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4943391106237890513?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4943391106237890513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4943391106237890513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4943391106237890513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4943391106237890513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-are-times.html' title='There Are Times'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4863193849960613012</id><published>2008-06-16T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T05:56:24.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Songs</title><content type='html'>Love songs that go by&lt;br /&gt;Filling my heart with glow&lt;br /&gt;Shining through blue sky&lt;br /&gt;With everything they know&lt;br /&gt;Ours to take and give&lt;br /&gt;Everything that is there true&lt;br /&gt;Making our own to live&lt;br /&gt;When their time comes through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of the deep earth&lt;br /&gt;Raising the seeds to go&lt;br /&gt;Finding the soil that's worth&lt;br /&gt;Building up and to it sow&lt;br /&gt;Ours to make and thrive&lt;br /&gt;Living thru its many varieties&lt;br /&gt;With right moments to arrive&lt;br /&gt;In assortments and contrarieties &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of mountains high&lt;br /&gt;And deep valleys low&lt;br /&gt;Anything here that‘s worth its try&lt;br /&gt;With all the luck you know&lt;br /&gt;The timeless of space and hours&lt;br /&gt;Rivers that to sea are flowing&lt;br /&gt;The wilderness small flowers&lt;br /&gt;That always in spring is growing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4863193849960613012?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4863193849960613012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4863193849960613012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4863193849960613012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4863193849960613012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-songs.html' title='Love Songs'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5266488180741875553</id><published>2008-06-16T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:48:50.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>Follow your dreams that go by&lt;br /&gt;Filling each moment on&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of love low and high&lt;br /&gt;Until each thought is gone&lt;br /&gt;Closeness to them is everything&lt;br /&gt;Of every hour everyday&lt;br /&gt;They are the reason I still sing&lt;br /&gt;Into departures that can't stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays are to remember&lt;br /&gt;With every its old song to borrow&lt;br /&gt;Like the leaves of reddish amber&lt;br /&gt;Or dawn rising once more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But our dreams never come true&lt;br /&gt;They are only in the heart to glow&lt;br /&gt;Mind-sets and thoughts to renew&lt;br /&gt;Before they for evermore shall go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your dreams for they leave&lt;br /&gt;Everything is at all times falling&lt;br /&gt;Hours will come of lost and grieve&lt;br /&gt;And again to those times calling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5266488180741875553?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5266488180741875553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5266488180741875553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5266488180741875553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5266488180741875553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/follow-your-dreams.html' title='Follow Your Dreams'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-6411202813265131079</id><published>2008-06-15T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:25:05.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanted You Dearly</title><content type='html'>I wanted you dearly&lt;br /&gt;Through time and space&lt;br /&gt;To have you here nearly&lt;br /&gt;To give and amaze&lt;br /&gt;The castings are going&lt;br /&gt;Following your footsteps&lt;br /&gt;In times that are growing&lt;br /&gt;And making its traps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To follow the shifting&lt;br /&gt;We need both the hours&lt;br /&gt;And the fumes of uplifting&lt;br /&gt;After rain soothing shower&lt;br /&gt;For dreams to go by&lt;br /&gt;To give us their taste &lt;br /&gt;To make the breaking sky&lt;br /&gt;That never is in haste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you near me&lt;br /&gt;To give me some luck&lt;br /&gt;It is always comparatively&lt;br /&gt;What views the sights block&lt;br /&gt;And many are the opportunities&lt;br /&gt;To break away to freedom&lt;br /&gt;All the threading ways disunities&lt;br /&gt;Where a chance came from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-6411202813265131079?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/6411202813265131079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=6411202813265131079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6411202813265131079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6411202813265131079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wanted-you-dearly.html' title='I Wanted You Dearly'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-1010765755312571443</id><published>2008-06-15T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:24:08.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Sometime Easy Go</title><content type='html'>Love is sometime easy go&lt;br /&gt;With its many ending's rein&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that we come to know&lt;br /&gt;With its contrasting grain&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it leads to nothing&lt;br /&gt;With daydreams only to fill&lt;br /&gt;Junctures of understanding bluffing&lt;br /&gt;Something there that never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will fall again&lt;br /&gt;With the heart that knows not why&lt;br /&gt;Fulfillments of much pain&lt;br /&gt;Every occasion in its try&lt;br /&gt;Love is love in many ways&lt;br /&gt;Giving and taking from its past&lt;br /&gt;Moods upon the self that stays&lt;br /&gt;Only as each love shall last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is much still to wonder&lt;br /&gt;And many days to understand&lt;br /&gt;Feelings outside them do ponder&lt;br /&gt;With each touch and command &lt;br /&gt;Love is never in a disguise&lt;br /&gt;With its heartache and soft touch&lt;br /&gt;Neither are there certain lies&lt;br /&gt;When it says I love you much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will fall again&lt;br /&gt;With the heart that knows not why&lt;br /&gt;Fulfillments of much pain&lt;br /&gt;Every occasion in its try&lt;br /&gt;Love is love in many ways&lt;br /&gt;Giving and taking from its past&lt;br /&gt;Moods upon the self that stays&lt;br /&gt;Only as each love shall last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-1010765755312571443?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/1010765755312571443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=1010765755312571443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1010765755312571443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1010765755312571443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-is-sometime-easy-go.html' title='Love Is Sometime Easy Go'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4085547075296221525</id><published>2008-06-15T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:22:00.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letters of the Fall</title><content type='html'>Love letters of the fall&lt;br /&gt;Yellow brown reddish leaves&lt;br /&gt;In stillness moments call&lt;br /&gt;In yearnings and its grieves&lt;br /&gt;Summer day becoming old&lt;br /&gt;And the sky sated in sunset&lt;br /&gt;Autumn bleaching unfold&lt;br /&gt;With feelings of love's regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming carelessly in dawn&lt;br /&gt;Falling tinge and its turn&lt;br /&gt;The coming of winter's gown&lt;br /&gt;In the skies of its darkish burn&lt;br /&gt;Dying of the forest singing&lt;br /&gt;In roseate woods golden sight&lt;br /&gt;To the heart now bringing&lt;br /&gt;The evening of sky and light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love letters of the fall&lt;br /&gt;With days in silences going&lt;br /&gt;Now to every sense must call&lt;br /&gt;In blue shine moon glowing&lt;br /&gt;The end time of ruddy young&lt;br /&gt;Never to come back this made&lt;br /&gt;Only in thoughts still among&lt;br /&gt;In past summer and shade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4085547075296221525?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4085547075296221525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4085547075296221525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4085547075296221525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4085547075296221525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-letters-of-fall.html' title='Love Letters of the Fall'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-7691698422030593056</id><published>2008-06-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T06:03:05.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hours That the Night Doesn't Memories Keep</title><content type='html'>Yesterdays are sometimes all lost&lt;br /&gt;In their bouquets of the stillborn flowers&lt;br /&gt;The darkness in there is to both sides tossed&lt;br /&gt;Not bound to the memories the gone hours&lt;br /&gt;Each night that comes forward can keep its take&lt;br /&gt;With loneliness in its gathering ways&lt;br /&gt;And something of somber there still make&lt;br /&gt;In the returning tinctures of grays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every deep and close lulls of the sleep&lt;br /&gt;That the blackness has no way for to swarm&lt;br /&gt;Or it’s pealing tail of shadows dancing&lt;br /&gt;The hours that the night doesn't memories keep&lt;br /&gt;Only coldness of time instead of its warm&lt;br /&gt;And life letters of past away chancing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-7691698422030593056?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7691698422030593056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=7691698422030593056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7691698422030593056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7691698422030593056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/hours-that-night-doesnt-memories-keep.html' title='The Hours That the Night Doesn&apos;t Memories Keep'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-3121857422034029619</id><published>2008-06-15T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T05:03:33.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me with Your Love</title><content type='html'>Love me with your love&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;These times are so full of&lt;br /&gt;Night and its lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Be my blessing and my worth&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully to love and fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Every hour in its new birth&lt;br /&gt;When we climb another hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me easy love me now&lt;br /&gt;Let the truth be inside there&lt;br /&gt;Give me passion somehow&lt;br /&gt;Every sorrow to disappear&lt;br /&gt;Be my blessing and my worth&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully to love and fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Every hour in its new birth&lt;br /&gt;When we climb another hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me with your kindness on&lt;br /&gt;So my life may become complete&lt;br /&gt;So much into nothing is gone&lt;br /&gt;On our ways and lonely street&lt;br /&gt;This and that won’t do for me&lt;br /&gt;If it is not sweet and tender&lt;br /&gt;I just want to love and be free&lt;br /&gt;The rest I'll return to its sender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my blessing and my worth&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully to love and fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Every hour in its new birth&lt;br /&gt;When we climb another hill…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-3121857422034029619?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/3121857422034029619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=3121857422034029619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/3121857422034029619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/3121857422034029619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-me-with-your-love.html' title='Love Me with Your Love'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2165743643754691770</id><published>2008-06-15T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T04:27:24.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Is Heavy For Us</title><content type='html'>The day is heavy for us&lt;br /&gt;When the dim moods are on&lt;br /&gt;Each expectation of its nonplus&lt;br /&gt;Till we’re lost in it and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thorns on rose's side&lt;br /&gt;Is what life sometimes wear&lt;br /&gt;And in our dreams shall hide&lt;br /&gt;To prick its wounds near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot know the truth&lt;br /&gt;If we don't follow our heart&lt;br /&gt;For waves of unending youth&lt;br /&gt;Shall be quite absent and apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2165743643754691770?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2165743643754691770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2165743643754691770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2165743643754691770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2165743643754691770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-is-heavy-for-us.html' title='The Day Is Heavy For Us'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-7630662514603255849</id><published>2008-06-15T02:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:59:38.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Its Openness Way</title><content type='html'>I love to sing&lt;br /&gt;And to look around&lt;br /&gt;To know about everything&lt;br /&gt;That I have here found&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me to yearn&lt;br /&gt;And wishes to know&lt;br /&gt;With every song learn&lt;br /&gt;That from it shall grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to love&lt;br /&gt;And feel its touch&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds above&lt;br /&gt;It gives freedom so much&lt;br /&gt;And everything is new&lt;br /&gt;Each day and each night&lt;br /&gt;If your are always true&lt;br /&gt;To love desires flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to look&lt;br /&gt;And hear the wind breeze&lt;br /&gt;Nature is like a book&lt;br /&gt;With swaying grass and trees&lt;br /&gt;Everything is perfect&lt;br /&gt;In its openness way&lt;br /&gt;You should never neglect&lt;br /&gt;To have a look each day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-7630662514603255849?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7630662514603255849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=7630662514603255849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7630662514603255849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7630662514603255849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-its-openness-way.html' title='In Its Openness Way'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-3714073857705577345</id><published>2008-06-14T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:29:15.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Everyone's Heart</title><content type='html'>I have got my blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;To coil the night away&lt;br /&gt;And open up the skies&lt;br /&gt;That meets the coming day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling dreams with dawn&lt;br /&gt;Climbing thru to light&lt;br /&gt;To my love be drawn&lt;br /&gt;When the time feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a love song out there&lt;br /&gt;Inside everyone's heart&lt;br /&gt;It’s singing to give and share&lt;br /&gt;By sending its love sweet dart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that'll start to grow&lt;br /&gt;If you will show it its need&lt;br /&gt;To some people outside even flow&lt;br /&gt;If they have the way to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got my reddish lips&lt;br /&gt;To sooth in watery ways&lt;br /&gt;When the raindrops above drips&lt;br /&gt;From clouds of rainy grays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calming dryness of earth&lt;br /&gt;Directing the flow from plight&lt;br /&gt;When times are of equal worth&lt;br /&gt;And coming into the sight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-3714073857705577345?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/3714073857705577345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=3714073857705577345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/3714073857705577345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/3714073857705577345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/inside-everyones-heart.html' title='Inside Everyone&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-7436846682330297139</id><published>2008-06-14T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:09:30.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maiden Fair of Summer</title><content type='html'>The maiden fair of beautiful summer&lt;br /&gt;I have many times loved you dearly on&lt;br /&gt;With every little breezy chord strummer&lt;br /&gt;That into your newly leaves has gone&lt;br /&gt;The flower garden of your fulsome hope&lt;br /&gt;Tinctures of twilight's timeless way&lt;br /&gt;With the easiness of your forest slope&lt;br /&gt;That meets the aspiring whole flourish day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That in your heart has given melodies&lt;br /&gt;Of earth and sky - never unpalatable of&lt;br /&gt;And in no way to aridity taken&lt;br /&gt;All the choruses and its freshly glees&lt;br /&gt;That fills the spirit with wishes and love&lt;br /&gt;When the flora blooms are again waken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-7436846682330297139?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7436846682330297139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=7436846682330297139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7436846682330297139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7436846682330297139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/maiden-fair-of-summer.html' title='The Maiden Fair of Summer'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4632049600024947526</id><published>2008-06-14T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:18:45.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time Has Now Come</title><content type='html'>A time has now come&lt;br /&gt;For your voices to follow&lt;br /&gt;Where tides are turning from&lt;br /&gt; The days of demise hollow&lt;br /&gt;Those voices mean to me&lt;br /&gt;And have been before spoken&lt;br /&gt;That the streets of the free&lt;br /&gt;In the distances are woken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chorus of ascendancy&lt;br /&gt;With lines unrehearsed&lt;br /&gt;Its spring new independency&lt;br /&gt;Of understanding immersed&lt;br /&gt;Those are in every flame&lt;br /&gt;That gives awoken hour&lt;br /&gt;And injustice cannot tame&lt;br /&gt;Or break down its clean flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;To turn the key and initiate&lt;br /&gt;With its autonomy and elastic&lt;br /&gt;To insert the necessary weight&lt;br /&gt;Midnight is coming in light&lt;br /&gt;And bold to kindle from sleep&lt;br /&gt;That once was of the night&lt;br /&gt;But now is a freedom to keep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4632049600024947526?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4632049600024947526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4632049600024947526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4632049600024947526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4632049600024947526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-has-now-come.html' title='A Time Has Now Come'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4238881217828546570</id><published>2008-06-14T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T05:10:36.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Wait Too Long</title><content type='html'>Don’t wait too long&lt;br /&gt;For time to come&lt;br /&gt;As it might be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Where you’re musing’s from&lt;br /&gt;It could be well&lt;br /&gt;Or still occupying&lt;br /&gt;The indoors of hell&lt;br /&gt;From inactivity dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance clouds are gathering&lt;br /&gt;To the lonesome night&lt;br /&gt;Feeling at home with ease&lt;br /&gt;In the gathering of new light&lt;br /&gt;When a day will run again&lt;br /&gt;With freshness that shall sing&lt;br /&gt;And new believes to give&lt;br /&gt;Those hours of light shall bring&lt;br /&gt;As every wind is in its blow&lt;br /&gt;So is each dream on the go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one way&lt;br /&gt;To bring close and near&lt;br /&gt;Cells of points in gray&lt;br /&gt;That and idea could steer&lt;br /&gt;The blossoms of thought&lt;br /&gt;Have seeds to grow&lt;br /&gt;And forward are brought&lt;br /&gt;For occasions to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance clouds are gathering&lt;br /&gt;To the lonesome night&lt;br /&gt;Feeling at home with ease&lt;br /&gt;In the gathering of new light&lt;br /&gt;When a day will run again&lt;br /&gt;With freshness that shall sing&lt;br /&gt;And new believes to give&lt;br /&gt;Those hours of light shall bring&lt;br /&gt;As every wind is in its blow&lt;br /&gt;So is each dream on the go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courses of the lore&lt;br /&gt;Are rivulets to run&lt;br /&gt;With the appetites for more&lt;br /&gt;Where its threads are spun&lt;br /&gt;The state and right doing&lt;br /&gt;Is what it needs to find&lt;br /&gt;Sequences of each queuing&lt;br /&gt;That has its own headlined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As every wind is in its blow&lt;br /&gt;So is each dream on the go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4238881217828546570?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4238881217828546570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4238881217828546570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4238881217828546570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4238881217828546570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-wait-too-long.html' title='Don’t Wait Too Long'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-7229745868114088599</id><published>2008-06-14T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:16:40.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into Twilight</title><content type='html'>Into twilight&lt;br /&gt;Something is today&lt;br /&gt;Every love light&lt;br /&gt;In its one way&lt;br /&gt;Where day is never still&lt;br /&gt;On its way to playing&lt;br /&gt;From the point to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Every song and saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into star shine&lt;br /&gt;Where we don't know&lt;br /&gt;Rows and rows in line&lt;br /&gt;Of evening's glow&lt;br /&gt;Where something is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;From the outside tick&lt;br /&gt;Of the clock that’s keeping&lt;br /&gt;Each time space click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into abyss&lt;br /&gt;Of the deep unknown&lt;br /&gt;With its deep kiss’&lt;br /&gt;Of its very own&lt;br /&gt;Where the water is still&lt;br /&gt;Ripples of the waves&lt;br /&gt;And every hope until&lt;br /&gt;Times long it and craves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-7229745868114088599?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7229745868114088599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=7229745868114088599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7229745868114088599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7229745868114088599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/into-twilight.html' title='Into Twilight'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5407174218890258700</id><published>2008-06-11T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:04:35.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>June is now in our way&lt;br /&gt;Her bouquets glowing&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart of the day&lt;br /&gt;Coming here and going&lt;br /&gt;Whispering winds so softly&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by sweet air&lt;br /&gt;Within my dream so loftily&lt;br /&gt;Coming around to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love gardens of roses&lt;br /&gt;Summer days to follow&lt;br /&gt;Moods so swiftly closes&lt;br /&gt;Of everything in hollow &lt;br /&gt;Fluffy thoughts up line&lt;br /&gt;For the times to come&lt;br /&gt;In its glowing sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Where June blossoms' from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is now my daydream&lt;br /&gt;In its sight so near&lt;br /&gt;Of dawn's twilights deem&lt;br /&gt;That surrounds now here&lt;br /&gt;Moon’s now in sleepiness&lt;br /&gt;Of a darkish winter song&lt;br /&gt;And stars are all leap less&lt;br /&gt;In skies of fall and long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5407174218890258700?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5407174218890258700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5407174218890258700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5407174218890258700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5407174218890258700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-6691447946310699753</id><published>2008-06-11T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:53:12.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Shall Become Like Beethoven</title><content type='html'>I shall become like Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;Lost in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Or to a street woven&lt;br /&gt;Never my flight to start&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the seeds growing&lt;br /&gt;Those surround my feet&lt;br /&gt;Never be able in going&lt;br /&gt;Where there is a helpful need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall become like a stone&lt;br /&gt;In the earth’s road&lt;br /&gt;Always there being alone&lt;br /&gt;With my cold content load&lt;br /&gt;Reasons that come with time&lt;br /&gt;Shall move beyond and be&lt;br /&gt;Each in its own prime&lt;br /&gt;While the mud disables me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I'll be like a leaf&lt;br /&gt;That withers to yellow&lt;br /&gt;In my daytime's brief&lt;br /&gt;That circles the air and fellow&lt;br /&gt;And gives me a thought to drift&lt;br /&gt;And become free for awhile&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in life's lift&lt;br /&gt;And drift with its beguile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-6691447946310699753?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/6691447946310699753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=6691447946310699753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6691447946310699753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6691447946310699753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-shall-become-like-beethoven.html' title='I Shall Become Like Beethoven'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5858947483766622203</id><published>2008-06-11T03:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:17:44.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Songs of The Past</title><content type='html'>Love songs of the past&lt;br /&gt;Are like a memory glow&lt;br /&gt;In many times and cast&lt;br /&gt;That came to and fro&lt;br /&gt;With hours losing identity&lt;br /&gt;For being not steadily&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life's coherently&lt;br /&gt;Made to be done readily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of the past&lt;br /&gt;They are always trying&lt;br /&gt;Filling each their cast&lt;br /&gt;Before diminished in dying&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops fall on them&lt;br /&gt;The days shall forget&lt;br /&gt;They’ll become bleak emblem&lt;br /&gt;In the times to regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of lost is showing&lt;br /&gt;The opportunities befall&lt;br /&gt;Into the times of glowing&lt;br /&gt;Straps in a sight and trawl&lt;br /&gt;Follows your heart in days&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps love comes again&lt;br /&gt;Turning point darkish rays&lt;br /&gt;Everything is now in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs lost and done&lt;br /&gt;Carry the weight no more&lt;br /&gt;Like glisten that once shone&lt;br /&gt;On to times steady shore&lt;br /&gt;No man´s territory is this&lt;br /&gt;All that is gone to deep&lt;br /&gt;Like the red of sky bliss&lt;br /&gt;No one is allowed to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of the past&lt;br /&gt;They are always trying&lt;br /&gt;Filling each their cast&lt;br /&gt;Before diminished in dying&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops fall on them&lt;br /&gt;The days shall forget&lt;br /&gt;They’ll become bleak emblem&lt;br /&gt;In the times to regret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5858947483766622203?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5858947483766622203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5858947483766622203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5858947483766622203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5858947483766622203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-songs-of-past.html' title='Love Songs of The Past'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-8489104819420973045</id><published>2008-06-11T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:01:20.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rays Fiery Flicking</title><content type='html'>A flowery picking&lt;br /&gt;In windmills of time&lt;br /&gt;Of rays fiery flicking&lt;br /&gt;In flames of its prime&lt;br /&gt;Destines on the going&lt;br /&gt;Finding the lost road&lt;br /&gt;Where eternal is showing&lt;br /&gt;Every opportunity’s load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times turning pathways&lt;br /&gt;In the meeting of far&lt;br /&gt;In many assorted lays&lt;br /&gt;Of the assembling jar&lt;br /&gt;That drives on musing&lt;br /&gt;And gives wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;Aspects there on choosing&lt;br /&gt;With what each might comply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny seeds sowing&lt;br /&gt;To blossoms full and high&lt;br /&gt;Each ongoing fate bestowing&lt;br /&gt;Where roads to them lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-8489104819420973045?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8489104819420973045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=8489104819420973045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8489104819420973045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8489104819420973045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/rays-fiery-flicking.html' title='Rays Fiery Flicking'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5157545487395633394</id><published>2008-06-11T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:04:44.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly To the Sky</title><content type='html'>Fly to the sky&lt;br /&gt;With every new hope&lt;br /&gt;Each trial and try&lt;br /&gt;Is strong in its robe&lt;br /&gt;Days they are going&lt;br /&gt;In evening dim light&lt;br /&gt;Like breeze in blowing&lt;br /&gt;Or footsteps from sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the stars&lt;br /&gt;In the faraway place&lt;br /&gt;From tumbling wars&lt;br /&gt;And trials many ways&lt;br /&gt;The hours shall go&lt;br /&gt;And reach what´s sown&lt;br /&gt;In the abysses grow&lt;br /&gt;Of new weaving tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much is falling&lt;br /&gt;In to the ongoing deep&lt;br /&gt;Where no one is calling&lt;br /&gt;It back from its sleep&lt;br /&gt;The withering morning&lt;br /&gt;Of everything gone by&lt;br /&gt;Never again returning&lt;br /&gt;From the deepness of sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5157545487395633394?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5157545487395633394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5157545487395633394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5157545487395633394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5157545487395633394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/fly-to-sky.html' title='Fly To the Sky'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5102858638226677922</id><published>2008-06-11T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:41:06.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Love</title><content type='html'>Beautiful love&lt;br /&gt;Never let it go away&lt;br /&gt;If it is much of&lt;br /&gt;Reality that you say&lt;br /&gt;Then give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Every word that's true&lt;br /&gt;So the rest shall be&lt;br /&gt;Something through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every hour is waiting&lt;br /&gt;For truth to come in&lt;br /&gt;With its debating&lt;br /&gt;For yours to win&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;What one has to do&lt;br /&gt;To chance ways of history&lt;br /&gt;And find courses for new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though truth is of truth&lt;br /&gt;There are many turning ways&lt;br /&gt;In eternally living youth&lt;br /&gt;That comes each time and plays&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful summer&lt;br /&gt;Is now outside here &lt;br /&gt;Make it not a latecomer&lt;br /&gt;For summer of love everywhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5102858638226677922?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5102858638226677922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5102858638226677922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5102858638226677922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5102858638226677922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-love.html' title='Beautiful Love'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-7619549216863876135</id><published>2008-06-09T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:01:19.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reversed Sideways</title><content type='html'>Reversed sideways&lt;br /&gt;When the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;In dawn breaking plays&lt;br /&gt;Of distance drums&lt;br /&gt;When seeds become flowers&lt;br /&gt;Rising from earth&lt;br /&gt;In tomorrow's hours&lt;br /&gt;Of every peaceful worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old news trays&lt;br /&gt;With every falling brief&lt;br /&gt;Into the lonesome grays&lt;br /&gt;Like a withering leaf&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is now going&lt;br /&gt;With what the past did know&lt;br /&gt;Into fogginess growing&lt;br /&gt;Every departing flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reversed tide waves&lt;br /&gt;From sea of inerrancy&lt;br /&gt;The ongoing that enclaves&lt;br /&gt;Its shore transparency &lt;br /&gt;Where the billows rise high&lt;br /&gt;In the openness sea&lt;br /&gt;As vast as the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of the powerful and free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-7619549216863876135?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7619549216863876135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=7619549216863876135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7619549216863876135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7619549216863876135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/reversed-sideways.html' title='Reversed Sideways'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2469072442775995564</id><published>2008-06-09T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:27:01.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Believe In True Love</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in true love and its spells?&lt;br /&gt;The magical wands of a passionate feel&lt;br /&gt;This in the heart and the ways foretells&lt;br /&gt;If it is of fires - in burnings real&lt;br /&gt;The love songs of night with wings strongly grown&lt;br /&gt;To fly into feelings that we shall give&lt;br /&gt;Each hour with touches that are not here shown&lt;br /&gt;When we through its instant joy of love live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing wells that are surrounded by the deep&lt;br /&gt;Never have given as much as all this&lt;br /&gt;When love of new desire reaches its high&lt;br /&gt;All ours to live and forever to keep&lt;br /&gt;Like twinkling of dawn in tomorrow's bliss&lt;br /&gt;Hooked on futures that never die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2469072442775995564?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2469072442775995564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2469072442775995564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2469072442775995564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2469072442775995564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-believe-in-true-love.html' title='Do You Believe In True Love'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-7525465269836947747</id><published>2008-06-09T13:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:58:00.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of New Hope Is Breaking In</title><content type='html'>A day of new hope is breaking in&lt;br /&gt;Filling the sky of true blue&lt;br /&gt;Giving freedom a new kind of spin&lt;br /&gt;Now the rest is up to me and you&lt;br /&gt;The faraway glowing horizon line&lt;br /&gt;Is building up hope on new dreams&lt;br /&gt;That came with the morning sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Where glow in glow freedoms all seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past is now gone into darkness of deep&lt;br /&gt;Filling dim woes with lost shadows&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in dimness now is to keep&lt;br /&gt;Only the morning that freedom shows&lt;br /&gt;For a day of new hope is breaking in&lt;br /&gt;Filling the sky of true blue&lt;br /&gt;Giving freedom a new kind of spin&lt;br /&gt;Now the rest is up to me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays lost that were in desperation&lt;br /&gt;Taking away the grieving they made&lt;br /&gt;Everything come in a freshly laudation&lt;br /&gt;After time loses vexation jagged blade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-7525465269836947747?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7525465269836947747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=7525465269836947747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7525465269836947747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7525465269836947747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-of-new-hope-is-breaking-in.html' title='A Day of New Hope Is Breaking In'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5656040236218213044</id><published>2008-06-09T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:55:37.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are Tangling Woods</title><content type='html'>There are tangling woods &lt;br /&gt;Inside of every soul&lt;br /&gt;With their deep dim hoods&lt;br /&gt;For each character role&lt;br /&gt;The many assorted roots&lt;br /&gt;That fill every its compart&lt;br /&gt;With plenty of fruits&lt;br /&gt;For new seeds to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are men and women&lt;br /&gt;Those give life their goes&lt;br /&gt;In every ways rimmin'&lt;br /&gt;Those kindle its glows&lt;br /&gt;And comes down the hills&lt;br /&gt;Of futures here on &lt;br /&gt;In a thoroughfare it fulfills&lt;br /&gt;Till their effloresce are done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow breezes are of this&lt;br /&gt;The enduring follows &lt;br /&gt;From around vivaciousness bliss&lt;br /&gt;That surrounds and wallows&lt;br /&gt;Every time has its manner&lt;br /&gt;To be true and search through&lt;br /&gt;With its state and its banner&lt;br /&gt;To make it again all new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5656040236218213044?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5656040236218213044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5656040236218213044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5656040236218213044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5656040236218213044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-are-tangling-woods.html' title='There Are Tangling Woods'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-9132004264756999056</id><published>2008-06-09T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:54:06.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drift Glow</title><content type='html'>Drift glow&lt;br /&gt;Drift glow&lt;br /&gt;As white as snow&lt;br /&gt;Into the openness&lt;br /&gt;Of bright sky heaven fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty in its blue&lt;br /&gt;Into going and renew&lt;br /&gt;Drift glow&lt;br /&gt;White as snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the birds singing&lt;br /&gt;Outside - in a tree&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful tones bringing&lt;br /&gt;Up and down the scale free&lt;br /&gt;Love songs for their nest&lt;br /&gt;And hope to come and see&lt;br /&gt;When with young it's blessed&lt;br /&gt;And cared for compassionately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drift glow&lt;br /&gt;Drift glow&lt;br /&gt;As white as snow&lt;br /&gt;Into the openness&lt;br /&gt; Of space and clear enmesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to come here through&lt;br /&gt;When tomorrow is up to do&lt;br /&gt;Drift glow&lt;br /&gt;White as snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In with its many days singing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-9132004264756999056?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/9132004264756999056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=9132004264756999056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/9132004264756999056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/9132004264756999056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/drift-glow.html' title='Drift Glow'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-3379980420832528973</id><published>2008-06-09T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:57:42.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taste of Love Is Mostly Sweet</title><content type='html'>The taste of love is mostly sweet&lt;br /&gt;In offered feelings going on&lt;br /&gt;Something of heart to tenderly treat&lt;br /&gt;When desiring is like a rising dawn&lt;br /&gt;In a beat full of emotions&lt;br /&gt;To carry its lightweights wings&lt;br /&gt;The inside of within potions&lt;br /&gt;That everything in fullness brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bound wild in its ways&lt;br /&gt;Passion so light and drifting&lt;br /&gt;With fiery burning’s amaze&lt;br /&gt;The tenderness inside uplifting&lt;br /&gt;Where a moment may stay&lt;br /&gt;Forever in deep ways threads&lt;br /&gt;When love in its beat shall play&lt;br /&gt;In tinctures of every coeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of love is never same&lt;br /&gt;Always something to aspire&lt;br /&gt;When love turns on its flame&lt;br /&gt;And wakes up the heart's desire&lt;br /&gt;Where moments long through&lt;br /&gt;In finding their blossoms high&lt;br /&gt;And I am in love with you&lt;br /&gt;With a passion that never should die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-3379980420832528973?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/3379980420832528973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=3379980420832528973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/3379980420832528973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/3379980420832528973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/taste-of-love-is-mostly-sweet.html' title='The Taste of Love Is Mostly Sweet'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-7341607345006085234</id><published>2008-06-09T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:16:54.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sessions of Dreams</title><content type='html'>Sessions of dreams&lt;br /&gt;In a tick to tick smoothly ways&lt;br /&gt;Light of inspiration deems&lt;br /&gt;Now in its moment plays&lt;br /&gt;Rising up and going&lt;br /&gt;Into tomorrow's cast&lt;br /&gt;From the hard work flowing&lt;br /&gt;In every chord to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music for dreamscapes&lt;br /&gt;Cue guts to motions cunning&lt;br /&gt;Sequencers like old tape&lt;br /&gt;In episodes running&lt;br /&gt;Life that goes on in a screen&lt;br /&gt;Like an optical delighting&lt;br /&gt;Every life propose between&lt;br /&gt;Drama of pleasure and frightening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meetings of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Click tracking until done&lt;br /&gt;Proceed till in reality seems&lt;br /&gt;With contrasting emotions on&lt;br /&gt;Love songs to fill a part&lt;br /&gt;Where love is to be a guest&lt;br /&gt;Putting the nods in each heart&lt;br /&gt;Making it whole and its best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-7341607345006085234?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7341607345006085234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=7341607345006085234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7341607345006085234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7341607345006085234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/sessions-of-dreams.html' title='Sessions of Dreams'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2127235037037176101</id><published>2008-06-09T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:16:06.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Light Within</title><content type='html'>All the light within&lt;br /&gt;Comes with knowledge's flow&lt;br /&gt;In its accurately spin&lt;br /&gt;With what wisdom shall know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunbeams in different clouds&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone’s little fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere with going crowds&lt;br /&gt;Wakening dreams tenderly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stars to behold&lt;br /&gt;That let us not be forsaken&lt;br /&gt;Stories there all untold&lt;br /&gt;For moments they’ve waken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance is only so true&lt;br /&gt;As reality in its distance&lt;br /&gt;Without actuality coming to&lt;br /&gt;Every glimpse of its branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the light you will see&lt;br /&gt;Is like conjecture seconds on&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that come to be&lt;br /&gt;Before the verve is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like deep blue sky above&lt;br /&gt;Minutes that is inspiring&lt;br /&gt;Plentiful perceiving thereof&lt;br /&gt;Each in its tangling desiring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2127235037037176101?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2127235037037176101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2127235037037176101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2127235037037176101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2127235037037176101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-light-within.html' title='All the Light Within'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-953481842252743682</id><published>2008-06-09T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T06:02:31.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Lyrics (They Are Coming Again To Mind)</title><content type='html'>They are coming again to mind&lt;br /&gt;Every song that has lost its ways&lt;br /&gt;They will never be left behind&lt;br /&gt;They always have lines and space&lt;br /&gt;The moods are so many that live&lt;br /&gt;In every their memorable line&lt;br /&gt;And still from the old pages give&lt;br /&gt;Recalls of recollection's sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lyrics shall never die&lt;br /&gt;While there is still world of beauty&lt;br /&gt;And filling the heart and the sky&lt;br /&gt;With every song line memorably&lt;br /&gt;The hours may pass and lose hope&lt;br /&gt;And differently ways be trottin'&lt;br /&gt;Like clouds in faraway hazy strophe&lt;br /&gt;They'll go but never be fully forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are all drifting to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;And losing their written dives&lt;br /&gt;With fingers of blench they'll wear &lt;br /&gt;And become piles in archives&lt;br /&gt;But old lyrics shall never die&lt;br /&gt;While there is still world of beauty&lt;br /&gt;And filling the heart and the sky&lt;br /&gt;With every song line memorably&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-953481842252743682?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/953481842252743682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=953481842252743682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/953481842252743682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/953481842252743682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-lyrics-they-are-coming-again-to.html' title='Old Lyrics (They Are Coming Again To Mind)'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-611928032512822171</id><published>2008-06-09T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T06:01:45.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day Is another Song</title><content type='html'>Every day is another song&lt;br /&gt;With its ways and emotion&lt;br /&gt;Some of love and so young&lt;br /&gt;In its timeless time ocean&lt;br /&gt;Every love has somewhere been&lt;br /&gt;In its vent and true thought&lt;br /&gt;So much feeling it has seen&lt;br /&gt;What it is and what it ought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circling joins through the ways&lt;br /&gt;Something of life to tell&lt;br /&gt;Each times stamp in its haze&lt;br /&gt;Like a cloud that cannot dwell&lt;br /&gt;Going on here still to live&lt;br /&gt;From the day it comes to form&lt;br /&gt;In every course done to give&lt;br /&gt;Where its bedim once swarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate ways leap of fate&lt;br /&gt;Some to find and to place&lt;br /&gt;Rising sail through the grate&lt;br /&gt;In its varied many ways&lt;br /&gt;Find the dream that surround&lt;br /&gt;In their distance and nearby&lt;br /&gt;Every day is here still bound&lt;br /&gt;In its beginning to make its tie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-611928032512822171?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/611928032512822171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=611928032512822171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/611928032512822171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/611928032512822171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/every-day-is-another-song.html' title='Every Day Is another Song'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-6427039994325066649</id><published>2008-06-09T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T06:00:34.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation in the Light</title><content type='html'>Contemplation in the light&lt;br /&gt;Those need somewhere to go&lt;br /&gt;Into the circling of the night&lt;br /&gt;With some of its dowering glow&lt;br /&gt;Taking the departing by hours&lt;br /&gt;That's been waiting and ready&lt;br /&gt;In the pouring out showers&lt;br /&gt;Of the falling drops so steady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the look of the city light&lt;br /&gt;At the evening passing gone&lt;br /&gt;Before labyrinth of the night&lt;br /&gt;Shall vanished and be done &lt;br /&gt;From the lanes and city routs&lt;br /&gt;With every sideway in its line&lt;br /&gt;When the shadows here intrudes&lt;br /&gt;With the day and falling sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverie in dark shade&lt;br /&gt;Every fulsome turning point&lt;br /&gt;That in stepwise turning grade&lt;br /&gt;Comes to border the dimly joint&lt;br /&gt;Where the hour falls to sleep&lt;br /&gt;In the pondering of a dream&lt;br /&gt;And doorways of reality sweep&lt;br /&gt;Though its gloomy nightly beam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-6427039994325066649?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/6427039994325066649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=6427039994325066649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6427039994325066649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6427039994325066649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/contemplation-in-light.html' title='Contemplation in the Light'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2693982947735978285</id><published>2008-06-08T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T05:40:16.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Out There Is You</title><content type='html'>Somewhere some love shall rise&lt;br /&gt;Asking no question why&lt;br /&gt;Arrive as a new surprise&lt;br /&gt;Into the day’s low and high&lt;br /&gt;Just like the grass that grows&lt;br /&gt;Times shall pass here by&lt;br /&gt;Into each different flow&lt;br /&gt;Where everything says goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty that surrounds each love&lt;br /&gt;Is free to follow too&lt;br /&gt;Like the drifting cloudlets above&lt;br /&gt;They shall some move on through&lt;br /&gt;Finding their ways on this earth&lt;br /&gt;With every deafening tide&lt;br /&gt;Give life's feeling new birth&lt;br /&gt;Those into hearts glide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there is you&lt;br /&gt;Searching for love around&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your wishes shall come true&lt;br /&gt;When your true mate is found&lt;br /&gt;Then your life becomes worth living&lt;br /&gt;Something you never believed in&lt;br /&gt;And from it your heart is giving&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful love from within&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2693982947735978285?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2693982947735978285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2693982947735978285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2693982947735978285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2693982947735978285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/somewhere-out-there-is-you.html' title='Somewhere Out There Is You'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-6151893697396735182</id><published>2008-06-08T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T05:23:28.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving For another Day</title><content type='html'>Now dreams are here&lt;br /&gt;Then dreams are there&lt;br /&gt;Prospects to give to you&lt;br /&gt;Something of each year&lt;br /&gt;Love songs to die&lt;br /&gt;Or rise and go high&lt;br /&gt;Filling with its caress&lt;br /&gt;Everything to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for another day&lt;br /&gt;where we are heading into&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the world to stay&lt;br /&gt;In make it perhaps through&lt;br /&gt;Reality check once in a while&lt;br /&gt;With every other outlook&lt;br /&gt;Trying out in friendly beguile&lt;br /&gt;To give back what we took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dreams are coming through&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of every time renew&lt;br /&gt;Strings of threads tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Feelings I thought once free&lt;br /&gt;Rising to the new sky&lt;br /&gt;In a given taste they made&lt;br /&gt;Always with their alibi&lt;br /&gt;In its jaded bit less blade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dreams are here&lt;br /&gt;Then dreams are there&lt;br /&gt;Prospects to give to you&lt;br /&gt;Something of each year&lt;br /&gt;Love songs to die&lt;br /&gt;Or rise and go high&lt;br /&gt;Filling with its caress&lt;br /&gt;Everything for at least once &lt;br /&gt;To try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-6151893697396735182?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/6151893697396735182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=6151893697396735182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6151893697396735182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6151893697396735182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/leaving-for-another-day.html' title='Leaving For another Day'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2685962728871495562</id><published>2008-06-08T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T05:13:28.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is It You Want To Know</title><content type='html'>What is it you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Moments in times own flow&lt;br /&gt;There every sentence start&lt;br /&gt;Come here and give a thought&lt;br /&gt;Before it’s all departed&lt;br /&gt;Opinion from the past brought&lt;br /&gt;Where every root is started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes across to find out&lt;br /&gt;What in your mind was grown?&lt;br /&gt;Bringing every weaving about&lt;br /&gt;Many are deep and not shown&lt;br /&gt;When there's feeling in its well&lt;br /&gt;Trying to give of its taste&lt;br /&gt;And you have an inside a spell&lt;br /&gt;That only shows of its haste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it you want to give?&lt;br /&gt;From the roots of your marrow&lt;br /&gt;And with your desire to live&lt;br /&gt;Expectations from their narrow&lt;br /&gt;Longings circling in distance&lt;br /&gt;Finding their place in veracity&lt;br /&gt;Falling both ways in each trance&lt;br /&gt;Some get lost in their predacity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2685962728871495562?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2685962728871495562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2685962728871495562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2685962728871495562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2685962728871495562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-it-you-want-to-know.html' title='What Is It You Want To Know'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5341507466516323500</id><published>2008-06-08T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T05:08:29.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Comes Across</title><content type='html'>Love comes across&lt;br /&gt;Into the space of its own&lt;br /&gt;When you’re at loss&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is shown&lt;br /&gt;Teardrops like time stops&lt;br /&gt;Flopping to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday becomes what's up&lt;br /&gt;Losing its reality here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to give&lt;br /&gt;And being a friend&lt;br /&gt;Something to let live&lt;br /&gt;When there comes an end&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow’s ahead in hours&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Pouring down shaded flowers&lt;br /&gt;In to the times riddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here and see with me&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere land of understanding&lt;br /&gt;What once used to be&lt;br /&gt;In to the past is now landing&lt;br /&gt;Roses of bouquets done&lt;br /&gt;Lanes of the faraway&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to this it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Somber ahead to the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Each of my poem/lyric also has a song to it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5341507466516323500?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5341507466516323500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5341507466516323500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5341507466516323500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5341507466516323500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-comes-across.html' title='Love Comes Across'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5205173205287504706</id><published>2008-06-07T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T05:30:50.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight is in for Everybody (a lyric)</title><content type='html'>Midnight is in for everybody&lt;br /&gt;When times become so lost&lt;br /&gt;The wars can become bloody&lt;br /&gt;At everybody's cost&lt;br /&gt;Rain falling into sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Daybreak loose in dye&lt;br /&gt;All is there on the red line&lt;br /&gt;Giving or taking goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of love withering&lt;br /&gt;Dues to dusty roads&lt;br /&gt;The affection of every man shivering&lt;br /&gt;To its heavy lost load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream may come and they may go&lt;br /&gt;The mornings be shining again&lt;br /&gt;But after each war we always know&lt;br /&gt;Dripping blood and its pain&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow knows when we are to cross&lt;br /&gt;What is to gain from river dry?&lt;br /&gt;When life is at pain into its loss&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in coming from those that die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain falling into sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Daybreak loose in dye&lt;br /&gt;All is there on the red line&lt;br /&gt;Giving or taking goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You are waiting for wears to fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the moments that did stop&lt;br /&gt;Love is a flower of fall&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to show but life's drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of love withering&lt;br /&gt;Pain in the hours of lost&lt;br /&gt;Affection of love shivering&lt;br /&gt;Each of life's dreams tossed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5205173205287504706?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5205173205287504706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5205173205287504706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5205173205287504706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5205173205287504706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/midnight-is-in-for-everybody-lyric.html' title='Midnight is in for Everybody (a lyric)'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4003048659079528829</id><published>2008-06-07T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:58:47.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Are My Tears</title><content type='html'>Here are my tears&lt;br /&gt;I give you as pearls&lt;br /&gt;Long fully years&lt;br /&gt;That through time hurls&lt;br /&gt;These are my hours&lt;br /&gt;I live on to see&lt;br /&gt;Seeds and my flowers&lt;br /&gt;Growing up free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no others&lt;br /&gt;Resources to give&lt;br /&gt;Some to my brothers&lt;br /&gt;And sisters to live&lt;br /&gt;You have the time&lt;br /&gt;In coming of hope&lt;br /&gt;It’s yours to climb&lt;br /&gt;And follow its rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chains shall brake&lt;br /&gt;In the freedom days&lt;br /&gt;So much is at stake&lt;br /&gt;In liberties ways&lt;br /&gt;No more teardrops&lt;br /&gt;To fill rivers flow&lt;br /&gt;The sorrow now stops&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for it to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4003048659079528829?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4003048659079528829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4003048659079528829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4003048659079528829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4003048659079528829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-are-my-tears.html' title='Here Are My Tears'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-1727955513739652875</id><published>2008-06-07T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:23:10.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fatherless Child</title><content type='html'>Papa don't know me&lt;br /&gt;The world don't care&lt;br /&gt;Still I am likeably&lt;br /&gt;Willful and dear&lt;br /&gt;I may be lonesome&lt;br /&gt;Inside some shell&lt;br /&gt;But where I come from&lt;br /&gt;Makes me still well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is mine&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming too&lt;br /&gt;Glow and each shine&lt;br /&gt;As freshly as new&lt;br /&gt;I like the water&lt;br /&gt;That's running away&lt;br /&gt;And how it much clatters&lt;br /&gt;In the morning's play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my world&lt;br /&gt;As much as it's yours&lt;br /&gt;Each beauty that's pearled&lt;br /&gt;In living contours&lt;br /&gt;You have so much&lt;br /&gt;I shall have it too&lt;br /&gt;Each with its new touch&lt;br /&gt;If my dreams come true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-1727955513739652875?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/1727955513739652875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=1727955513739652875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1727955513739652875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1727955513739652875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/fatherless-child.html' title='The Fatherless Child'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-7292499130310214017</id><published>2008-06-07T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:36:33.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Transparent</title><content type='html'>I am transparent&lt;br /&gt;Like stone in the mud&lt;br /&gt;I am transparent&lt;br /&gt;Like cloud in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I am transparent&lt;br /&gt;Like the watery sea&lt;br /&gt;I am transparent&lt;br /&gt;But that is just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flow of my song&lt;br /&gt;In its many clays&lt;br /&gt;The feelings I long&lt;br /&gt;In each of my days&lt;br /&gt;All walking and going&lt;br /&gt;Like transparent glow&lt;br /&gt;My heart is growing&lt;br /&gt;Its beats to and fro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am transparent&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterdays lives&lt;br /&gt;I am transparent&lt;br /&gt;With downs and its gives&lt;br /&gt;I am transparent&lt;br /&gt;To follow my dream&lt;br /&gt;I am transparent&lt;br /&gt;But still I'm a stream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-7292499130310214017?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7292499130310214017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=7292499130310214017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7292499130310214017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7292499130310214017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-transparent.html' title='I am Transparent'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2621443478691881503</id><published>2008-06-07T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:35:47.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do You Think Beauty Comes From</title><content type='html'>Where do you think beauty comes from?&lt;br /&gt;If not from gardens of flowers&lt;br /&gt;With its many purple red looking blossom&lt;br /&gt;The tinctures of each day hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardens of colors so vast in their difference&lt;br /&gt;Like all the people on Earth&lt;br /&gt;The shades of their eyes smiling at a glance&lt;br /&gt;When they feel they are of worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of the heart is within this space&lt;br /&gt;Of love and much life making&lt;br /&gt;The colors of you in its many beautiful ways&lt;br /&gt;That a dream in my heart is waking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2621443478691881503?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2621443478691881503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2621443478691881503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2621443478691881503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2621443478691881503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-do-you-think-beauty-comes-from.html' title='Where Do You Think Beauty Comes From'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5380296679622813300</id><published>2008-06-07T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:32:46.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments So Close and Dear</title><content type='html'>Moments so close and dear&lt;br /&gt;The flowering summer height&lt;br /&gt;This time of blossoming year&lt;br /&gt;In colors of burning bright&lt;br /&gt;Love songs in garden themes&lt;br /&gt;Here to the dawn's light&lt;br /&gt;Casting its many way gleams&lt;br /&gt;That comes with day and night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of the evening blossom&lt;br /&gt;Bouquets of tincturing sight&lt;br /&gt;When clouds drift so awesome&lt;br /&gt;In their flickering flight&lt;br /&gt;Star shine glistening glow&lt;br /&gt;Is every small earth flower&lt;br /&gt;Now for a moment's here flow&lt;br /&gt;Each like a diamond in power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments so close are here&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is gloomy or slight&lt;br /&gt;Fragrance of air everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Filling in sweetness and might&lt;br /&gt;What has now darkness become&lt;br /&gt;In all this lightening steer&lt;br /&gt;Where the starlight’s are numb&lt;br /&gt;That once came across to here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5380296679622813300?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5380296679622813300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5380296679622813300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5380296679622813300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5380296679622813300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/moments-so-close-and-dear.html' title='Moments So Close and Dear'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-6704297923890137911</id><published>2008-06-07T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T05:00:07.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colonnades of Glory</title><content type='html'>Colonnades of glory &lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of the whispering free&lt;br /&gt;Unseen dimensional aurae&lt;br /&gt;Of songs sweet melody&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays in the keepsake&lt;br /&gt;And tranquil of hours to come&lt;br /&gt;Recollections of timepiece flake&lt;br /&gt;That through the thoughts swum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day in the coming clouds by&lt;br /&gt;Moments there on to find&lt;br /&gt;Openness of the bluish deep sky&lt;br /&gt;Like something that comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;When you get a touching feel&lt;br /&gt;That something lies hidden out there&lt;br /&gt;Not everything is for real&lt;br /&gt;There is something else somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm dreaming too much&lt;br /&gt;Because of veering sights&lt;br /&gt;Tasking reality out of touch&lt;br /&gt;Into its own Pegasus flights&lt;br /&gt;Colonnades of glory&lt;br /&gt;The force of the feathery light&lt;br /&gt;A dream of the poignant expletory&lt;br /&gt;Nothing with wrong or right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-6704297923890137911?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/6704297923890137911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=6704297923890137911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6704297923890137911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6704297923890137911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/colonnades-of-glory.html' title='Colonnades of Glory'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4891067236782353883</id><published>2008-06-07T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:12:43.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Love of Every Day</title><content type='html'>I'm in love of every day&lt;br /&gt;As I meet the morning&lt;br /&gt;Songs that rise and play&lt;br /&gt;When light is returning&lt;br /&gt;Hour's trots of daybreak&lt;br /&gt;Finding their path again&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of the early wake&lt;br /&gt;Over the valley and glen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with the new&lt;br /&gt;Rising with the sun gleam&lt;br /&gt;Like every hope that's true &lt;br /&gt;In first sight's of its beam&lt;br /&gt;When love's like glow in sky&lt;br /&gt;Giving its earliest of begin&lt;br /&gt;Colors that meets the eye&lt;br /&gt;In beginning of hourly spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with eve of light&lt;br /&gt;The cherry colors and red&lt;br /&gt;The day of diminishing flight&lt;br /&gt;When dreams again spread&lt;br /&gt;And nocturnal pathways rise&lt;br /&gt;In mystical reins of reflection&lt;br /&gt;Through timeless space it flies&lt;br /&gt;By castle in sky connection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4891067236782353883?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4891067236782353883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4891067236782353883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4891067236782353883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4891067236782353883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-in-love-of-every-day.html' title='I&apos;m in Love of Every Day'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-8405343888035526148</id><published>2008-06-07T04:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:12:09.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are Higher Bridges</title><content type='html'>There are higher bridges to be here crossed&lt;br /&gt;Then we go through live most ordinarily&lt;br /&gt;The dice of opportunities to be tossed&lt;br /&gt;To find the way to come and become free&lt;br /&gt;The rivers of the flowing are beginning&lt;br /&gt;With times to find and life to live on&lt;br /&gt;Each hour of the new way is there singing&lt;br /&gt;And filling hope with what is made and done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the stones of fortunate ways&lt;br /&gt;Love lies buried in the well of morning spring&lt;br /&gt;That thrives and meets the eye of beauty&lt;br /&gt;The rustles of the leaves many days&lt;br /&gt;Shall come to hours of tomorrow and bring&lt;br /&gt;With it its full chorus line and tutti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-8405343888035526148?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8405343888035526148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=8405343888035526148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8405343888035526148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8405343888035526148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-are-higher-bridges.html' title='There Are Higher Bridges'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2452808291442050872</id><published>2008-06-07T04:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:11:27.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Is With Stillness</title><content type='html'>My heart is with stillness in the flowing time&lt;br /&gt;As day blossoms are coming to the light&lt;br /&gt;Of songs in their moments of rising prime&lt;br /&gt;When chorale of life gives its new flight&lt;br /&gt;These hours are always within our own ways&lt;br /&gt;In coming through and so much there giving&lt;br /&gt;Each string of inside their fulsomely plays&lt;br /&gt;For roots of the many themes living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let love come around there in its strong part&lt;br /&gt;By finding the pathways to new achieves&lt;br /&gt;Where the summer of tincture is growing&lt;br /&gt;The seeds from its fruit will come from its start&lt;br /&gt;In hours of morning's freshly new leaves&lt;br /&gt;Where green foliage of nature is glowing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2452808291442050872?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2452808291442050872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2452808291442050872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2452808291442050872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2452808291442050872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-heart-is-with-stillness.html' title='My Heart Is With Stillness'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-7215074419721292059</id><published>2008-06-06T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T04:43:33.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Nature Shade Plush</title><content type='html'>Pure nature shade plush &lt;br /&gt;Are those you have found&lt;br /&gt;When dream in dream flush&lt;br /&gt;In sightings here around&lt;br /&gt;With many love songs inside&lt;br /&gt;The dreamy landscape on&lt;br /&gt;Those through the moments glide&lt;br /&gt;Like golden threads done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure love is in its ruby fire&lt;br /&gt;To give what can't be hold&lt;br /&gt;The many assorted inspire&lt;br /&gt;Those to a dream unfold&lt;br /&gt;When twilight is coming&lt;br /&gt;In hue gold brilliant shade&lt;br /&gt;In nature restfully summing&lt;br /&gt;What colors the hour made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight line of the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Is where the sun shall drop&lt;br /&gt;In light reflecting and revisin'&lt;br /&gt;To make the transfer swop&lt;br /&gt;Of eve glow to twilight's spark&lt;br /&gt;Is where each time is going&lt;br /&gt;The billow sea of oblivion dark&lt;br /&gt;They give their lives glowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also written like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Nature Colors&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pure nature colors &lt;br /&gt;Are those you have found&lt;br /&gt;When dreams in dream hollers&lt;br /&gt;In sightings here around&lt;br /&gt;With many love songs inside&lt;br /&gt;The dreamy landscapes on&lt;br /&gt;Those thru the moments glide&lt;br /&gt;Like golden threads done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure love is in its wishes&lt;br /&gt;To give what can't be hold&lt;br /&gt;The many assorted accomplishes&lt;br /&gt;Those to a dream unfold&lt;br /&gt;When twilight is coming&lt;br /&gt;In red gold brilliant shade&lt;br /&gt;In nature’s rest full strumming&lt;br /&gt;With colors of moment's made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight line of horizon&lt;br /&gt;Is where the sun shall drop&lt;br /&gt;To give eternally on and on&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that never stop&lt;br /&gt;The moments of wishful blinking&lt;br /&gt;In every departure shade&lt;br /&gt;Like watery colors in inking&lt;br /&gt;Of nature and divinity made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Each of my poem/lyric also has a song to it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-7215074419721292059?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7215074419721292059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=7215074419721292059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7215074419721292059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7215074419721292059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/pure-nature-shade-plush.html' title='Pure Nature Shade Plush'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5228604574777557608</id><published>2008-06-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:19:22.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Rain</title><content type='html'>Song of the rain&lt;br /&gt;Has its chorus line&lt;br /&gt;When it flows down the lane&lt;br /&gt;Like glow in sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every heart's of pain&lt;br /&gt;In the watery flow&lt;br /&gt;Like autumn leaves wander&lt;br /&gt;Before fall of snow&lt;br /&gt;In yellow parks yonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Is deep like high sky&lt;br /&gt;In love's thrown dart&lt;br /&gt;And questions asked why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life needs to be so&lt;br /&gt;Like rain drops in vain&lt;br /&gt;And each touch to go&lt;br /&gt;In glow or its pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is of night&lt;br /&gt;When love falls like rain&lt;br /&gt;And darkens the light&lt;br /&gt;That made it so plain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That love is of love&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun to flow&lt;br /&gt;Through clouds drift above&lt;br /&gt;In the day breaking glow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5228604574777557608?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5228604574777557608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5228604574777557608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5228604574777557608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5228604574777557608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/song-of-rain.html' title='Song of the Rain'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-6398707875239969916</id><published>2008-06-06T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T06:34:24.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Gold Sky</title><content type='html'>Blue gold sky &lt;br /&gt;Your fire is burning&lt;br /&gt;Horizon questions why&lt;br /&gt;Your evening is yearning&lt;br /&gt;For a day that is soon gone&lt;br /&gt;Into oblivion abyss&lt;br /&gt;To carry the night on&lt;br /&gt;In dreamy nocturnal kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the blue gold is bound&lt;br /&gt;Into your drifting clouds&lt;br /&gt;Sunset of silver found&lt;br /&gt;Among the streets and crowds&lt;br /&gt;Love song of dusky distant&lt;br /&gt;Where weaving dreams go&lt;br /&gt;In to the nonexistent&lt;br /&gt;Of ocean’s nightly glow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blue gold sky&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is in your sight&lt;br /&gt;When you come in sweet lullaby&lt;br /&gt;In the falling off the eve light&lt;br /&gt;Chariot of fire gold&lt;br /&gt;Blue silver moon beyond&lt;br /&gt;Nothing your dreams can hold&lt;br /&gt;Star wishes magic wand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-6398707875239969916?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/6398707875239969916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=6398707875239969916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6398707875239969916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6398707875239969916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/blue-gold-sky.html' title='Blue Gold Sky'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-8002475471627406676</id><published>2008-06-06T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T05:39:39.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Song to Offer (or Come Here And Rise With Me!)</title><content type='html'>Come be my freedom groom&lt;br /&gt;With your true speech&lt;br /&gt;I am of earth bloom&lt;br /&gt;For the new soil to reach&lt;br /&gt;So much of love to give&lt;br /&gt;Heart within that grows&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to rise and live&lt;br /&gt;Making friends with foes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a song to offer&lt;br /&gt;To all you’re disputing&lt;br /&gt;It’s my only little coffer&lt;br /&gt;For new peace recruiting&lt;br /&gt;Search the ways and find&lt;br /&gt;Love roots in the making&lt;br /&gt;To leave traverse behind&lt;br /&gt;And seeds of play waking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leaves shall be green&lt;br /&gt;When you are my friend&lt;br /&gt;I will sow love between&lt;br /&gt;When you are my fiend&lt;br /&gt;Give me what I will need&lt;br /&gt;To become strong and free&lt;br /&gt;To every house I'll plead&lt;br /&gt;Come here and rise with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-8002475471627406676?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8002475471627406676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=8002475471627406676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8002475471627406676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8002475471627406676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-song-to-offer-or-come-here-and.html' title='I Have a Song to Offer (or Come Here And Rise With Me!)'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-8083345825522539536</id><published>2008-06-06T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T05:38:27.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s So Easy to Only Take</title><content type='html'>It’s so easy to only take&lt;br /&gt;Without any understanding&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to follow or make&lt;br /&gt;Only our views landing&lt;br /&gt;The rules to break them up&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the dog-gone easy&lt;br /&gt;See something as a flop&lt;br /&gt;Concerned about it or squishy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See only faults and falter&lt;br /&gt;The results of rules about&lt;br /&gt;How things you should alter &lt;br /&gt;When those rules are in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Making a one sighted view&lt;br /&gt;With every structure asunder&lt;br /&gt;Mending the one sighted too&lt;br /&gt;In all the view of its blunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding to advance&lt;br /&gt;How the inside shall look&lt;br /&gt;As life in ways will dance&lt;br /&gt;When they're joined in hook&lt;br /&gt;With every aspect of harmony&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant things there around&lt;br /&gt;What comes to give its melody&lt;br /&gt;When right thoughts are found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-8083345825522539536?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8083345825522539536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=8083345825522539536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8083345825522539536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8083345825522539536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-so-easy-to-only-take.html' title='It’s So Easy to Only Take'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-6210403861268532428</id><published>2008-06-01T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:31:14.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Rain Clouds in Glimpse</title><content type='html'>Like constellations in faraway sky&lt;br /&gt;Every hope and dream in longing last&lt;br /&gt;Windmills of the abysses and the high&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the background of its truer flying cast&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes comes to front like peace&lt;br /&gt;Playing through our love with its good intentions&lt;br /&gt;And troubling like it has no preventions&lt;br /&gt;Only the blossoms around its time lease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the rain clouds in glimpse of the bright sun&lt;br /&gt;Hunting for troubles in heavy weigh drops&lt;br /&gt;What comes down again all goes to height&lt;br /&gt;Fall of the flowing that once did here stun&lt;br /&gt;Inside the tunnel of thousand tears flops&lt;br /&gt;Trouble feels like holding to a light wired kite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-6210403861268532428?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/6210403861268532428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=6210403861268532428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6210403861268532428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6210403861268532428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-rain-clouds-in-glimpse.html' title='All the Rain Clouds in Glimpse'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-8441089061345507391</id><published>2008-06-01T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:30:42.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days That Once Seemed New (To You)</title><content type='html'>The days that once seemed new are all going old&lt;br /&gt;In through timelessness of none existence&lt;br /&gt;Flowers from withering time cannot hold&lt;br /&gt;In following its ways into its trance&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays growing to forever lost&lt;br /&gt;Never to be found where day of brightness is&lt;br /&gt;Like faraway flow of cloud drifting bliss&lt;br /&gt;Those on growing moments to autumn’s rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are close like light in its lots of cast&lt;br /&gt;Holding to nothing but faraway thought&lt;br /&gt;Always more coming to follow new clouds&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows of today they won't never last&lt;br /&gt;For on to the haze their picture is caught&lt;br /&gt;In lonesome ways like the lost street crowds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-8441089061345507391?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8441089061345507391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=8441089061345507391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8441089061345507391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8441089061345507391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/days-that-once-seemed-new-to-you.html' title='The Days That Once Seemed New (To You)'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-8100389751448379083</id><published>2008-06-01T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T05:01:42.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet As the Rose Is</title><content type='html'>Sweet as the rose is&lt;br /&gt;So should your summer be&lt;br /&gt;A breeze with flickering kiss&lt;br /&gt;For you and for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams coming again true&lt;br /&gt;And holding over its love&lt;br /&gt;In everything that's new&lt;br /&gt;Like a cloudless sky above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day of morning's blessing&lt;br /&gt;New in its daybreak&lt;br /&gt;Without the gloomy stressing&lt;br /&gt;That winter once did wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much sweet in greenery leaves&lt;br /&gt;Hours of summer thought&lt;br /&gt;Our longings for new believes&lt;br /&gt;That kindness has taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What into the stars has gone&lt;br /&gt;With nightly skies in dream&lt;br /&gt;And summer of worth has won&lt;br /&gt;That nowhere sometimes seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh garden of hope is blooming&lt;br /&gt;In stress less ways complying&lt;br /&gt;Each color in bleach resuming&lt;br /&gt;And the morning of wish dyeing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-8100389751448379083?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8100389751448379083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=8100389751448379083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8100389751448379083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8100389751448379083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-as-rose-is.html' title='Sweet As the Rose Is'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4593244448292603441</id><published>2008-06-01T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T04:25:10.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Songs of My Heart</title><content type='html'>Love songs of my heart they will come and go&lt;br /&gt;With every song singing for a while&lt;br /&gt;In a feeling with the world and its smile&lt;br /&gt;Freshly coming as the breezily blow&lt;br /&gt;Dreams within a dream we will come to know&lt;br /&gt;Each singing away of love and beguile&lt;br /&gt;Varieties of heart and passionate style&lt;br /&gt;Just like a morning of fresh summer glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel not depressed or in lonely blues&lt;br /&gt;When morning is so young with each bouquet&lt;br /&gt;That woven is with blossoms of new spring&lt;br /&gt;Day is lovely in its full amuse&lt;br /&gt;When nothing comes up needing regret&lt;br /&gt;And my spirit in daybreak wants to sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4593244448292603441?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4593244448292603441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4593244448292603441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4593244448292603441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4593244448292603441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-songs-of-my-heart.html' title='Love Songs of My Heart'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-1672300941275405348</id><published>2008-06-01T04:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T04:23:55.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Love Song in the Air</title><content type='html'>There is love song in the air&lt;br /&gt;For summertime is here&lt;br /&gt;And every beauty coming thru&lt;br /&gt;To the faraway and near&lt;br /&gt;Over treetops in the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Fields of golden sloping high&lt;br /&gt;From sorrow and the grieves&lt;br /&gt;Of winter's darkness sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I worth living for&lt;br /&gt;In the delight of every rose&lt;br /&gt;What their summer has in store&lt;br /&gt;And is coming up here close&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams in the needing heart&lt;br /&gt;Never leaving me alone&lt;br /&gt;From days of new spring start&lt;br /&gt;In its wonderful freshness tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s love in every born day&lt;br /&gt;Of a new and pleasing appear&lt;br /&gt;Coming thru the dim and gray&lt;br /&gt;In the blue sky of this year&lt;br /&gt;This love is so full of romance&lt;br /&gt;Needing caress of each thrill&lt;br /&gt;So much in corners of change&lt;br /&gt;Every part trying to fulfill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-1672300941275405348?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/1672300941275405348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=1672300941275405348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1672300941275405348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1672300941275405348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is-love-song-in-air.html' title='There Is Love Song in the Air'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2214772005664756147</id><published>2008-05-27T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:08:12.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless Charters</title><content type='html'>We are taking every dream&lt;br /&gt;Making something of their worth&lt;br /&gt;Filling woes of their stream&lt;br /&gt;Illusion behind every birth&lt;br /&gt;Far too late of remembrance&lt;br /&gt;Like glimpse in starry sky&lt;br /&gt;Behind walls of resemblance&lt;br /&gt;Reasons coming to ask why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moods of truth in transition&lt;br /&gt;Like roses red in tonight&lt;br /&gt;World we know in partition&lt;br /&gt;Within everything quite slight&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to be in its between&lt;br /&gt;Undertaking the mind illusions&lt;br /&gt;What is here and can't be seen&lt;br /&gt;In its ways and transfusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding there of what to make&lt;br /&gt;Finding it within its doubt&lt;br /&gt;Leaves and fruits - its mandrake&lt;br /&gt;Growing seeds - thoughts in sprout&lt;br /&gt;Every theme to make a change&lt;br /&gt;From its hoops and garters&lt;br /&gt;Schemes of benefit to rearrange&lt;br /&gt;From its timeless charters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2214772005664756147?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2214772005664756147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2214772005664756147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2214772005664756147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2214772005664756147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/timeless-charters.html' title='Timeless Charters'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-6020597345671284967</id><published>2008-05-27T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:07:26.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Get High And Low</title><content type='html'>Let me get high and low&lt;br /&gt;In its own simplicity&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere thought need to go&lt;br /&gt;To become absolutely free&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to go by&lt;br /&gt;Rising the mood that flies&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the somewhere in try&lt;br /&gt;Limits the deeps to the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning coming call&lt;br /&gt;Taking you to its first time&lt;br /&gt;Landing and bringing to all&lt;br /&gt;Something we call rhythm’s prime&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming trips are so hard&lt;br /&gt;If you know where you are going&lt;br /&gt;Become a popular thinking bard&lt;br /&gt;With everything in thoughts showing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get down to the line&lt;br /&gt;One by one they will give&lt;br /&gt;Something of hope to define&lt;br /&gt;Anything you might once live&lt;br /&gt;There are so many feels in a way&lt;br /&gt;Bringing them together what you do&lt;br /&gt;Going by sight in what you play&lt;br /&gt;Everything coming so clearly through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-6020597345671284967?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/6020597345671284967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=6020597345671284967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6020597345671284967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6020597345671284967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-me-get-high-and-low.html' title='Let Me Get High And Low'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-7972779501698144066</id><published>2008-05-26T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:20:05.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill My Lonesome Daydream</title><content type='html'>Fill my empty space&lt;br /&gt;Each inside of its happiness&lt;br /&gt;With colorful bouquet’s trace&lt;br /&gt;That gives a feeling of caress&lt;br /&gt;A nature to read on&lt;br /&gt;When summer is here close&lt;br /&gt;Before its blue dream is gone&lt;br /&gt;Inside that falling rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wind come with a song&lt;br /&gt;From outside my window&lt;br /&gt;For days of tomorrow to long&lt;br /&gt;Before it all again shall go&lt;br /&gt;There are so many pages&lt;br /&gt;To give of tinctures to see&lt;br /&gt;Full of summers assuages&lt;br /&gt;From each new morning free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill my lonesome daydream&lt;br /&gt;Of what my heart can find&lt;br /&gt;Before mellow shall deem&lt;br /&gt;And leave those colors behind&lt;br /&gt;Each view in its long hush&lt;br /&gt;From leaves of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Forenoon of a coming lush&lt;br /&gt;Of every nucleus gradation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-7972779501698144066?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7972779501698144066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=7972779501698144066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7972779501698144066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7972779501698144066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/fill-my-lonesome-daydream.html' title='Fill My Lonesome Daydream'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2274604911055457888</id><published>2008-05-25T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:00:30.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Keep Me Away</title><content type='html'>You can't keep me away&lt;br /&gt;I will be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Lonely as this day&lt;br /&gt;Nothing from gone borrow&lt;br /&gt;Dream that are untold&lt;br /&gt;With every reason why&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever hold&lt;br /&gt;Always you need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to lose their turn&lt;br /&gt;As every hour comes&lt;br /&gt;You will give and learn&lt;br /&gt;What to your reasons sums&lt;br /&gt;Flying from here to there&lt;br /&gt;Strangest things you did&lt;br /&gt;There are some whispers everywhere&lt;br /&gt;With every thought to fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a time to call it a day&lt;br /&gt;When there is no way out&lt;br /&gt;Let sky glow its way &lt;br /&gt;With every sky drifting doubt&lt;br /&gt;There will be mornings jumpin’&lt;br /&gt;Rising to the new highs &lt;br /&gt;Playfully break and stumpin’&lt;br /&gt;In every breaking tries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2274604911055457888?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2274604911055457888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2274604911055457888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2274604911055457888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2274604911055457888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-cant-keep-me-away.html' title='You Can&apos;t Keep Me Away'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-7617707318565375445</id><published>2008-05-25T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:53:42.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are So Warm In Beautiful Eyes</title><content type='html'>There is so much to reach out and do&lt;br /&gt;Love that comes softly from a heart&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts that live and are true&lt;br /&gt;And never from fulfillments depart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so warm in beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;Giving me a glint of your smile&lt;br /&gt;In those deep irises are no lies&lt;br /&gt;Only your soul in its deep while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much reaching nothing&lt;br /&gt;In this world of sometimes unlucky&lt;br /&gt;The stakes are up or down bluffing&lt;br /&gt;Waves of each emotion so rocky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so warm in beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;Giving me a glint of your smile&lt;br /&gt;In those deep irises are no lies&lt;br /&gt;Only your soul in its deep while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot but be with you very close&lt;br /&gt;Inside these times we now follow&lt;br /&gt;Whiles of tides each timelessly goes&lt;br /&gt;With many turning ways in its hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so warm in beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;Giving me a glint of your smile&lt;br /&gt;Every hope is into tomorrow's tries&lt;br /&gt;Each to grab hold of for another mile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-7617707318565375445?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7617707318565375445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=7617707318565375445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7617707318565375445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/7617707318565375445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-are-so-warm-in-beautiful-eyes.html' title='You Are So Warm In Beautiful Eyes'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5109741907449340152</id><published>2008-05-25T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:50:30.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Wind Come So Slowly</title><content type='html'>Wind wind comes so slowly&lt;br /&gt;With delicate fragrance of air&lt;br /&gt;Bring kisses of evening solely&lt;br /&gt;Through this time spring’s here&lt;br /&gt;Oh love gone to darkish gray&lt;br /&gt;Of blossoms winters dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Let it rise again in May&lt;br /&gt;With hours of newest gleaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hope so consecrate to loads&lt;br /&gt;Of these leaves now growing&lt;br /&gt;Open up these long gone roads&lt;br /&gt;That once where driven by snowing&lt;br /&gt;A heart with soil throbs anew&lt;br /&gt;With feeling the soul can grace&lt;br /&gt;True love song for me and you&lt;br /&gt;In summer's temperate fresh ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of the sky in bluish high&lt;br /&gt;To let out the gray and dark&lt;br /&gt;With our thoughts away to fly&lt;br /&gt;And some earths flourishes and spark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5109741907449340152?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5109741907449340152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5109741907449340152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5109741907449340152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5109741907449340152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/wind-wind-come-so-slowly.html' title='Wind Wind Come So Slowly'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-1400877095801111742</id><published>2008-05-25T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:42:42.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Follow My Heart</title><content type='html'>When I follow my heart&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you&lt;br /&gt;What has driven us apart&lt;br /&gt;Shall become again true&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so fresh&lt;br /&gt;When the moments are new&lt;br /&gt;Dreams there to caress&lt;br /&gt;Carry them there through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely day to sing&lt;br /&gt;Giving from its magic touch&lt;br /&gt;When you are to me everything&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;Every dream shall come true&lt;br /&gt;That we have here inside&lt;br /&gt;And let them come through&lt;br /&gt;With our hope to ways guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I follow my beat&lt;br /&gt;That is giving rhythm’s time&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk Sweetness Street&lt;br /&gt;In its blossoming prime&lt;br /&gt;And every love song shall live&lt;br /&gt;To again become love&lt;br /&gt;And from its every beat give&lt;br /&gt;Like the raindrops far above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-1400877095801111742?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/1400877095801111742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=1400877095801111742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1400877095801111742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1400877095801111742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-follow-my-heart.html' title='When I Follow My Heart'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4803777834360179560</id><published>2008-05-25T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:37:32.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Got Our Set On Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>You got your heart ways&lt;br /&gt;I have got mine&lt;br /&gt;True colors and the grays&lt;br /&gt;Drawing each their shine&lt;br /&gt;And filling the empty spaces&lt;br /&gt;Inside the lost and found&lt;br /&gt;Too many turning places&lt;br /&gt;Coming around and around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your beat on going&lt;br /&gt;I have got mine too&lt;br /&gt;Something from both showing&lt;br /&gt;Inside me and you&lt;br /&gt;Everything that's coming through&lt;br /&gt;When the moods arrive&lt;br /&gt;Feeling worth talking to&lt;br /&gt;When they become part of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our set on tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Finding the roads to walk&lt;br /&gt;Leasing away each sorrow&lt;br /&gt;That every smile did lack&lt;br /&gt;Times are just coming to borrow&lt;br /&gt;Each from its way and talk&lt;br /&gt;We got our set on tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Where every dream is in luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4803777834360179560?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4803777834360179560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4803777834360179560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4803777834360179560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4803777834360179560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-got-our-set-on-tomorrow.html' title='We Got Our Set On Tomorrow'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-8466275570258465946</id><published>2008-05-25T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:27:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many Teardrops Away</title><content type='html'>Too many teardrops away&lt;br /&gt;Day that is dark inside&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;Just like the leaves that glide&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that never come true&lt;br /&gt;For they are deep and gone&lt;br /&gt;Love song I miss from you&lt;br /&gt;Now these moments are done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I this understand&lt;br /&gt;Why it must be like this&lt;br /&gt;Stray of a drift in its strand&lt;br /&gt;Carrying on like old bliss&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to go but to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s dark and deep&lt;br /&gt;You are not with me here&lt;br /&gt;That’s why my heart must weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many hours gone by&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will stand for still&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that away here fly&lt;br /&gt;No one’s promises to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will become true&lt;br /&gt;That has no purpose at all&lt;br /&gt;Love songs have passed through&lt;br /&gt;Not again they shall call&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-8466275570258465946?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8466275570258465946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=8466275570258465946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8466275570258465946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8466275570258465946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-many-teardrops-away.html' title='Too many Teardrops Away'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4767488475917494310</id><published>2008-05-25T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:23:56.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is a Valentine</title><content type='html'>There is a valentine for us&lt;br /&gt;To bring it all together&lt;br /&gt;What we thought was in its loss&lt;br /&gt;Is all now working better&lt;br /&gt;Bouquets of flowers to follow&lt;br /&gt;With scents of the summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of winter's hollow&lt;br /&gt;Now somewhere faraway from green trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs I will give you today&lt;br /&gt;And rose’s sweet colors bled&lt;br /&gt;I am here in my heart to say&lt;br /&gt;I love you from inside what's red&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in our memoires&lt;br /&gt;Are now in this bouquet so fine&lt;br /&gt;Every heart wishing opportunities&lt;br /&gt;Through my flowers to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my valentine for you&lt;br /&gt;Everything I always adored&lt;br /&gt;Whishing wells inside this card too&lt;br /&gt;Giving a blessing to be assured&lt;br /&gt;That everything's like a morning of May&lt;br /&gt;Casting no shadows there on&lt;br /&gt;Love song from my heart to play&lt;br /&gt;Inside this day and much beyon'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4767488475917494310?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4767488475917494310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4767488475917494310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4767488475917494310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4767488475917494310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-is-valentine.html' title='There Is a Valentine'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4105892374660936037</id><published>2008-05-25T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:16:05.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future Is Here</title><content type='html'>The future is here&lt;br /&gt;Not so faraway&lt;br /&gt;From coming somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Of love songs today&lt;br /&gt;A hope is like a try&lt;br /&gt;In torching a soul&lt;br /&gt;And opening the sky&lt;br /&gt;For any new role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are near&lt;br /&gt;For reasons to live&lt;br /&gt;Away the old steer&lt;br /&gt;That nothing did give&lt;br /&gt;A feeling is true&lt;br /&gt;If it brings out love&lt;br /&gt;The inside to renew&lt;br /&gt;Like the skies above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right along and adhere&lt;br /&gt;None is too small&lt;br /&gt;Come here be everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for your call&lt;br /&gt;To live is to apply&lt;br /&gt;And touch with your heart&lt;br /&gt;Any foundations will die&lt;br /&gt;If they never will start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4105892374660936037?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4105892374660936037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4105892374660936037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4105892374660936037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4105892374660936037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/future-is-here.html' title='The Future Is Here'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2932856394741007498</id><published>2008-05-25T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:14:40.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Little Heart As It Is</title><content type='html'>Take my little heart as it is&lt;br /&gt;Dig its lonely ways beat&lt;br /&gt;Something is just for this&lt;br /&gt;Anything you can justify treat&lt;br /&gt;Feelings given away to amigo&lt;br /&gt;Rushing the whirl sometimes in&lt;br /&gt;What it is no one can know&lt;br /&gt;Until it has had its catch to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cool as you can be&lt;br /&gt;Justifying the feelings that go&lt;br /&gt;Rise and switch to the one free&lt;br /&gt;Whether it might be fast or slow&lt;br /&gt;Trust nobody's numbers to call&lt;br /&gt;There is much plenty of anything&lt;br /&gt;Let just up come or do its call&lt;br /&gt;Take away within one time swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little we know what never comes&lt;br /&gt;It’s just so much of already&lt;br /&gt;Things of predictions each what hums&lt;br /&gt;Beat rolling on in so steady&lt;br /&gt;Dig every way that you can't hold&lt;br /&gt;Days are just coming to its haze&lt;br /&gt;Let every hour wake up and unfold&lt;br /&gt;Things are differences how it all plays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2932856394741007498?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2932856394741007498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2932856394741007498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2932856394741007498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2932856394741007498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-my-little-heart-as-it-is.html' title='Take My Little Heart As It Is'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2178101632820747193</id><published>2008-05-25T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:06:15.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing on A Thought</title><content type='html'>Swing on a thought &lt;br /&gt;To everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;Day today brought&lt;br /&gt;To anything you know&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and rain&lt;br /&gt;With every inside call&lt;br /&gt;Love’s beautiful pain&lt;br /&gt;To the ones that fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give or take a feeling&lt;br /&gt;That was here to live&lt;br /&gt;Moods of heart stealing&lt;br /&gt;Someone there to give&lt;br /&gt;Trials with their errors&lt;br /&gt;Bringing something on&lt;br /&gt;Smooth and simple terrors&lt;br /&gt;This and that that's won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing on a falling beat&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere it's going&lt;br /&gt;Down that lonely street&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps further slowing&lt;br /&gt;Easy comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;Wandering ways ahead&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts in paces slows&lt;br /&gt;In words of love we said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2178101632820747193?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2178101632820747193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2178101632820747193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2178101632820747193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2178101632820747193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/swing-on-thought.html' title='Swing on A Thought'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4899173254828742018</id><published>2008-05-25T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:01:00.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Leaves into The Autumn</title><content type='html'>Darling its been a long road&lt;br /&gt;To go through to winter night&lt;br /&gt;And carrying darkish load&lt;br /&gt;From autumn's gone lost flight&lt;br /&gt;When we were in yearning’s mood&lt;br /&gt;With every yellow brown leaves&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of dark to intrude&lt;br /&gt;Grayness of its fulsome grieves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday were in our memories&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in the reddish sky&lt;br /&gt;Winter coming in nearness breeze&lt;br /&gt;Asking each questions why&lt;br /&gt;Summer leaves into the autumn&lt;br /&gt;Like bleaching colors going&lt;br /&gt;Lowness dejection to strum&lt;br /&gt;Many of moments still glowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the days that were&lt;br /&gt;Fulsome of lightening rays&lt;br /&gt;That each of the joy would steer&lt;br /&gt;Like wind in leaves that plays&lt;br /&gt;Inspirations not to forget&lt;br /&gt;Turning the time clock around&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the heart to neglect&lt;br /&gt;For this in the mind is all found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4899173254828742018?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4899173254828742018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4899173254828742018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4899173254828742018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4899173254828742018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-leaves-into-autumn.html' title='Summer Leaves into The Autumn'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4109151346530034503</id><published>2008-05-25T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:57:42.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soothing the Leaves</title><content type='html'>There are many hours we can share&lt;br /&gt;Finding the way of the few&lt;br /&gt;Gladness is still blossoming here&lt;br /&gt;Inside and coming still thru&lt;br /&gt;The night was fair in stars&lt;br /&gt;Filling the sky with twinkling&lt;br /&gt;Faraway eyes of the isobars&lt;br /&gt;Every old times linking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my star for the living&lt;br /&gt;And nothing to you can compare&lt;br /&gt;Each of your touch is me giving&lt;br /&gt;Something so way back in here&lt;br /&gt;Where wings of the spirit fly free&lt;br /&gt;Magic that gives each connection&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows so many for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Finding our love without rejection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green fields with fulsome rain&lt;br /&gt;Soothing the leaves of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Never in nearness of the pain&lt;br /&gt;That sorrow of shadows might start&lt;br /&gt;Dreamers believe in dawn's illusions&lt;br /&gt;To give them a day in shining&lt;br /&gt;There are no visions confusions&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and sadness combining&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4109151346530034503?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4109151346530034503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4109151346530034503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4109151346530034503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4109151346530034503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/soothing-leaves.html' title='Soothing the Leaves'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-9074376346253094292</id><published>2008-05-25T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:40:03.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere We Love You</title><content type='html'>Somewhere we love you&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now&lt;br /&gt;Dreams coming always true&lt;br /&gt;The way it manage somehow&lt;br /&gt;Love like this is for sure&lt;br /&gt;Dreams just on and on&lt;br /&gt;With every feelings steer&lt;br /&gt;Till these truths are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I´m for you&lt;br /&gt;Destiny lies there&lt;br /&gt;Something so sweet and new&lt;br /&gt;Till it is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays gone to lost&lt;br /&gt;Into the depth by deep&lt;br /&gt;Moments of ours crossed&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of them to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we love to feel&lt;br /&gt;Taking one step sideways&lt;br /&gt;Letting it be so unreal&lt;br /&gt;Into the coming days&lt;br /&gt;You are just for me always&lt;br /&gt;Letting dreams talk&lt;br /&gt;In how the instances plays&lt;br /&gt;Until they leave and walk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-9074376346253094292?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/9074376346253094292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=9074376346253094292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/9074376346253094292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/9074376346253094292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/somewhere-we-love-you.html' title='Somewhere We Love You'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-8046916651712850359</id><published>2008-05-25T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:35:30.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Around</title><content type='html'>Irises of the sky's peaceful ways&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming that will be touch above&lt;br /&gt;People are living in a world of haze&lt;br /&gt;Without any hope or love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come again with sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Filling the mornings in its try&lt;br /&gt;Give peace a change with its dice&lt;br /&gt;Never say to love goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around is our dream&lt;br /&gt;Filling the day with its rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Follow the ways of its beam&lt;br /&gt;Before its colors all go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderment comes with each amiss&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary to become reality&lt;br /&gt;There is so much in its bliss&lt;br /&gt;To be of hope and the free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around is rain falling&lt;br /&gt;Filling the day with its rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Come and give tomorrow's calling&lt;br /&gt;Everything you in your heart know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-8046916651712850359?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8046916651712850359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=8046916651712850359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8046916651712850359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8046916651712850359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/somewhere-around.html' title='Somewhere Around'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-3420044035296648984</id><published>2008-05-25T07:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:24:08.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Your Eyes Have Seen</title><content type='html'>Is there gladness sometime?&lt;br /&gt;Flowing inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Love themes of younger time&lt;br /&gt;When the truth had no lies&lt;br /&gt;And lilies were found worth&lt;br /&gt;In bouquets to prosper for&lt;br /&gt;When you in your youngish birth&lt;br /&gt;Lived in with peace not war &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering feeling of gold &lt;br /&gt;When romantic moods were still&lt;br /&gt;Of ways and moods untold&lt;br /&gt;That a time comes to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Where secrets are inside to keep&lt;br /&gt;Mellowing flavor that stays&lt;br /&gt;Tumbling from the deep of deep&lt;br /&gt;In its silently many ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there romantic still on&lt;br /&gt;Filling your old heart&lt;br /&gt;Where everything was once fun&lt;br /&gt;And nothing did its rampart&lt;br /&gt;Long has the hours been&lt;br /&gt;With every glow glows to dark&lt;br /&gt;So much your eyes have seen&lt;br /&gt;That once in yesterdays did spark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-3420044035296648984?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/3420044035296648984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=3420044035296648984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/3420044035296648984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/3420044035296648984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-much-your-eyes-have-seen.html' title='So Much Your Eyes Have Seen'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-1401226293485816260</id><published>2008-05-25T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:22:44.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Is Here For another Day</title><content type='html'>So much is here for another day to come in&lt;br /&gt;Love songs that fly into your heart&lt;br /&gt;Feelings from beginning that won't depart&lt;br /&gt;Only with the moments they'll reach and spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Days that are feeling softly for now&lt;br /&gt;Running and going in to their dim&lt;br /&gt;Catching the instance that transfer somehow&lt;br /&gt;Into the blue of an evening of whim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain clouds in sky when sunbeams do go&lt;br /&gt;Just like our feeling must always be about&lt;br /&gt;Either its assurance or to be in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Inside for more that no one shall know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night that's warm with a touch of affection&lt;br /&gt;Guiding the way into its true love&lt;br /&gt;Drifting with clouds from outlying far above&lt;br /&gt;All that is still framed with rejection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving much joy in gladness of everything&lt;br /&gt;When something is true in what you care&lt;br /&gt;Just like the hours I am having you here&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is ordinary what a day will bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Days that are feeling softly for now&lt;br /&gt;Running and going in to their whim&lt;br /&gt;Catching the instance that transfer somehow&lt;br /&gt;Into the blue of the evening of dim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-1401226293485816260?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/1401226293485816260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=1401226293485816260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1401226293485816260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1401226293485816260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-much-is-here-for-another-day.html' title='So Much Is Here For another Day'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-8795578239157872469</id><published>2008-05-25T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:19:48.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Warm in the Night</title><content type='html'>Sleep warm in the night&lt;br /&gt;When the stars fall&lt;br /&gt;Let love come to right&lt;br /&gt;What from a dream may call&lt;br /&gt;Be warm all inside&lt;br /&gt;While there is blue moon&lt;br /&gt;And star falling's glide&lt;br /&gt;In their way out too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let feelings all be well&lt;br /&gt;When you dream on your pillow&lt;br /&gt;Every fancy and spell&lt;br /&gt;From each fantasy willow&lt;br /&gt;Come and give a touch close&lt;br /&gt;With your heart that's within&lt;br /&gt;When our reality goes&lt;br /&gt;On trippy dreamy spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tonight from whisper&lt;br /&gt;Of breezy outside leaves&lt;br /&gt;With dream peace everywhere&lt;br /&gt;In inside thoughts believes&lt;br /&gt;For a day comes in new&lt;br /&gt;With a day breaking to rise&lt;br /&gt;Let dreams be peacefully true&lt;br /&gt;With its tomorrow skies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-8795578239157872469?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8795578239157872469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=8795578239157872469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8795578239157872469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8795578239157872469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleep-warm-in-night.html' title='Sleep Warm in the Night'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2052512528413191589</id><published>2008-05-25T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:14:31.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night comes easily</title><content type='html'>Night comes easily&lt;br /&gt;Into the moods of fire&lt;br /&gt;Sets out the wind breezily&lt;br /&gt;For every desire &lt;br /&gt;Daydream keep on glowing&lt;br /&gt;Where they all come from&lt;br /&gt;Into the times flowing&lt;br /&gt;We get to keep some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days into here breezily&lt;br /&gt;Flying with clouds higher&lt;br /&gt;Up in the motions free&lt;br /&gt;In the evening reddish fire&lt;br /&gt;Night time to come in&lt;br /&gt;With every bluish dream&lt;br /&gt;Imaginations of its spin&lt;br /&gt;Where fantasies in reality seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word to be true to me&lt;br /&gt;Wandering in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever in inspirations free&lt;br /&gt;In to each written part&lt;br /&gt;Line for a line to come to&lt;br /&gt;Making some make believe&lt;br /&gt;Here set for me and you&lt;br /&gt;To give us from worries leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2052512528413191589?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2052512528413191589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2052512528413191589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2052512528413191589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2052512528413191589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-comes-easily.html' title='Night comes easily'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-3791590968270164856</id><published>2008-05-25T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:09:31.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>Maybe the day will go on&lt;br /&gt;With every lucky shade&lt;br /&gt;When winter in gray's gone&lt;br /&gt;From the dim dark made&lt;br /&gt;When there's love of real&lt;br /&gt;Carrying shadows away&lt;br /&gt;Brining in summer feel&lt;br /&gt;With new longings of May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s coming so free&lt;br /&gt;Stopping the cold all around&lt;br /&gt;Inside for a time to be&lt;br /&gt;Where new spring is now found&lt;br /&gt;Be amazed to understand&lt;br /&gt;That sun is now to shine&lt;br /&gt;With every pleasure full command&lt;br /&gt;Drawing a gold threading line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the day is today&lt;br /&gt;Where the new aspiring is&lt;br /&gt;From under the icily stray&lt;br /&gt;Igniting its fiery bliss&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow’s something to find&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness has left its gloom&lt;br /&gt;Brought back a happy mind&lt;br /&gt;Filling with sunshine its room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-3791590968270164856?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/3791590968270164856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=3791590968270164856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/3791590968270164856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/3791590968270164856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-3302494918889454954</id><published>2008-05-25T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:06:28.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Songs</title><content type='html'>Love songs sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming here around&lt;br /&gt;Everyone we need&lt;br /&gt;In our heart be found&lt;br /&gt;Something from feelings&lt;br /&gt;Touching what we do&lt;br /&gt;Rough and smooth peelings&lt;br /&gt;Anything so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sing the blues&lt;br /&gt;With a darker tone&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t got no glues&lt;br /&gt;Why you are so alone&lt;br /&gt;With this outer way&lt;br /&gt;From the inside grown&lt;br /&gt;Not in a heart to stay&lt;br /&gt;Something can't be shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs to live&lt;br /&gt;Like a wintry dark&lt;br /&gt;Flowers dim to give&lt;br /&gt;In the winter spark&lt;br /&gt;When moments are lonely&lt;br /&gt;Tender trying and through&lt;br /&gt;We think of them only&lt;br /&gt;In their deepest hue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-3302494918889454954?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/3302494918889454954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=3302494918889454954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/3302494918889454954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/3302494918889454954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-songs.html' title='Love Songs'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4332344712994726716</id><published>2008-05-25T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:00:50.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song about You</title><content type='html'>Painted from memory&lt;br /&gt;Something I knew&lt;br /&gt;Slow motion timelessly&lt;br /&gt;Love song about you&lt;br /&gt;Little love on dusty road&lt;br /&gt;With its hours passing by&lt;br /&gt;Just another worry load&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted within separation&lt;br /&gt;Anything worth holding&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes mere decoration&lt;br /&gt;Hours passing unfolding&lt;br /&gt;You are something of a while&lt;br /&gt;Giving much of loving care&lt;br /&gt;Contemporary in your style&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy to compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays are old news&lt;br /&gt;That we have so much to give&lt;br /&gt;Anything in personal truths&lt;br /&gt;Just this way we walk and thrive &lt;br /&gt;Something more to come again&lt;br /&gt;When these letters are written&lt;br /&gt;Searching for their many strain&lt;br /&gt;Truth on easy chairs sitten’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4332344712994726716?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4332344712994726716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4332344712994726716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4332344712994726716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4332344712994726716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-song-about-you.html' title='Love Song about You'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2013537622554299976</id><published>2008-05-25T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T06:54:23.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living for You Always</title><content type='html'>Living for you always&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is though secure&lt;br /&gt;There comes a glint of grays&lt;br /&gt;For every day and more&lt;br /&gt;Hours are easy to live&lt;br /&gt;Or they with regret unfold&lt;br /&gt;Feelings and more to give&lt;br /&gt;Not very easy to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain and sunshine love&lt;br /&gt;What every thought will do&lt;br /&gt;When you are thinking of&lt;br /&gt;Someone to go with you&lt;br /&gt;Try to be and understand&lt;br /&gt;What love can give in living?&lt;br /&gt;It’s all at your command&lt;br /&gt;What you in return are giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waves of emotions past&lt;br /&gt;Flowing in with every year&lt;br /&gt;What we will know shall last&lt;br /&gt;Inside each coming near&lt;br /&gt;Triumph every rule that brings&lt;br /&gt;Love that is all for you&lt;br /&gt;And in our deep roots sings&lt;br /&gt;With every turning through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2013537622554299976?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2013537622554299976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2013537622554299976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2013537622554299976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2013537622554299976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-for-you-always.html' title='Living for You Always'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-8326886212299662032</id><published>2008-05-25T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T06:43:59.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You and Love You</title><content type='html'>I love you and love you&lt;br /&gt;Without a given reason&lt;br /&gt;As the tides are coming new&lt;br /&gt;And bring in every season&lt;br /&gt;Flowers that once did spark&lt;br /&gt;Are fallen their leaves on&lt;br /&gt;Into the autumn's dark&lt;br /&gt;They will be soon gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you it never ends&lt;br /&gt;With every compartment in&lt;br /&gt;Like love sways and bends&lt;br /&gt;With tides breezing spin&lt;br /&gt;My heart is forever true&lt;br /&gt;To give and what it can take&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes to some renew&lt;br /&gt;When thoughts them shall awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and love you&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to show this&lt;br /&gt;When times are coming through&lt;br /&gt;With everything you’d miss&lt;br /&gt;Please remember my love for always&lt;br /&gt;When turning moods drift from here&lt;br /&gt;And the day will become like grays&lt;br /&gt;When the winter of dark is near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-8326886212299662032?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8326886212299662032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=8326886212299662032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8326886212299662032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/8326886212299662032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-you-and-love-you.html' title='I Love You and Love You'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5265004125416040977</id><published>2008-05-24T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:14:28.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do Believe</title><content type='html'>I do believe I have love&lt;br /&gt;Around with me here somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Like drifting clouds above&lt;br /&gt;Are going from here to there&lt;br /&gt;There is a hope in each day&lt;br /&gt;That feeling is doing alright&lt;br /&gt;And giving a truthful play&lt;br /&gt;After each lonesome night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like blinking stars apart&lt;br /&gt;With every glisten glow&lt;br /&gt;And what is inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;That you only truly know&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that come for sure&lt;br /&gt;When there is something to miss&lt;br /&gt;And each of our dreams allure&lt;br /&gt;Into its ways of bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe nothing is impossible&lt;br /&gt;To accomplish on this earth&lt;br /&gt;Though there’s plenty and almost full&lt;br /&gt;Of everything that's of worth&lt;br /&gt;You have still something here to give&lt;br /&gt;If you select the right effect&lt;br /&gt;Just let it come outside to live&lt;br /&gt;So no one can really reject&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5265004125416040977?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5265004125416040977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5265004125416040977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5265004125416040977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5265004125416040977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-do-believe.html' title='I Do Believe'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-2007154586495552920</id><published>2008-05-24T18:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:09:12.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do Believe I Have Something to Say</title><content type='html'>I do believe I have something to say&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it’s forever&lt;br /&gt;Love songs in hope are coming today&lt;br /&gt;Going with us together&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is make believe no more&lt;br /&gt;The hours have come to spark&lt;br /&gt;You are here with me that am for sure&lt;br /&gt;Like fire that came from dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the flow of gleaming night&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere their glisten goes&lt;br /&gt;Makes every hour turn on bright&lt;br /&gt;When it in the morning glows&lt;br /&gt;Just like a heart will open up&lt;br /&gt;Fill every space with its grace&lt;br /&gt;Nothing shall its beat stop&lt;br /&gt;In the coming of hopeful days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I have something to say&lt;br /&gt;I do believe its forever&lt;br /&gt;Love songs in hope are coming today&lt;br /&gt;Going with us together&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays are gone into their own&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is nowhere around&lt;br /&gt;Every opportunity in hope shown&lt;br /&gt;That we together have found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-2007154586495552920?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2007154586495552920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=2007154586495552920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2007154586495552920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/2007154586495552920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-do-believe-i-have-something-to-say.html' title='I Do Believe I Have Something to Say'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-1013615526018695964</id><published>2008-05-24T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:08:31.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Believe In a Dream</title><content type='html'>Somewhere sometime ago&lt;br /&gt;Love songs were made to be&lt;br /&gt;Just like a morning glow&lt;br /&gt;We come before dawn to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies dream come true&lt;br /&gt;Like twilight stars in sky&lt;br /&gt;Here for both me and you&lt;br /&gt;In with the morning high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could believe in a dream&lt;br /&gt;With you here by my site&lt;br /&gt;Where darkness all away seem&lt;br /&gt;In our view and sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s wake up now to know&lt;br /&gt;Come here and watch with me&lt;br /&gt;How new hope awakes to go&lt;br /&gt;Into a day of young and free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-1013615526018695964?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/1013615526018695964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=1013615526018695964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1013615526018695964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/1013615526018695964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-could-believe-in-dream.html' title='I Could Believe In a Dream'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4055107631798037495</id><published>2008-05-24T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:04:18.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe I Have Love Still To Overcome</title><content type='html'>I believe I have love still to overcome&lt;br /&gt;With the passion of what is going there on&lt;br /&gt;Where times are flowing till they're gone&lt;br /&gt;And every song beat of inside is from&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays where river once to follow&lt;br /&gt;Giving opportunity in its flow&lt;br /&gt;The daydreaming and moon shining to glow&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in its darkness of the wallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here with tomorrow on a new road&lt;br /&gt;Wishing stars of every hope come true&lt;br /&gt;Rising from the daybreak of freshly spring&lt;br /&gt;Every sorrow and depressing load&lt;br /&gt;That came with its deep infinity through&lt;br /&gt;Be over and done in the summer we now sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4055107631798037495?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4055107631798037495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4055107631798037495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4055107631798037495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4055107631798037495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-believe-i-have-love-still-to-overcome.html' title='I Believe I Have Love Still To Overcome'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4963339849809490838</id><published>2008-05-24T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:13:54.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me a Love Song to Hold Close</title><content type='html'>Give me a love song to hold close&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming playing on inner strings&lt;br /&gt;Anything coming before it all goes&lt;br /&gt;Inside these moments that momentarily sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of love for any occasion&lt;br /&gt;Rising and falling like tides of time&lt;br /&gt;You and our ways many persuasion&lt;br /&gt;Living and prosper in its prime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that is right when everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Glow of each season everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Tuneful like melodies of any good song&lt;br /&gt;Every true fancy in daydreams casting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4963339849809490838?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4963339849809490838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4963339849809490838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4963339849809490838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4963339849809490838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/give-me-love-song-to-hold-close.html' title='Give Me a Love Song to Hold Close'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-6918714087955884889</id><published>2008-05-24T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:44:35.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams That Are Like Breeze</title><content type='html'>Every sky that´s clear in blue&lt;br /&gt;Is a love them to me and you&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in their blossoms so high&lt;br /&gt;Filling the evening sky&lt;br /&gt;Love songs to reach out to&lt;br /&gt;Always chiming in to renew&lt;br /&gt;Dreams going by in their try&lt;br /&gt;Life that begins and then says goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that are like breeze in the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Moments that breaks here through&lt;br /&gt;Seconds and minutes in their heaves&lt;br /&gt;Always to behold by me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yesteryear that teaches from the old&lt;br /&gt;What we once had to give&lt;br /&gt;New ways of tomorrow to unfold&lt;br /&gt;Something we still have to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that are like breeze in the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Moments those break to renew&lt;br /&gt;Seconds and minutes in their retrieves&lt;br /&gt;Always enchanting to me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following footsteps echoing&lt;br /&gt;Both of us giving what we can teach&lt;br /&gt;Before our time is going&lt;br /&gt;In to the clouds of dreams we reach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-6918714087955884889?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/6918714087955884889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=6918714087955884889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6918714087955884889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/6918714087955884889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreams-that-are-like-breeze.html' title='Dreams That Are Like Breeze'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4798237491506547026</id><published>2008-05-24T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:23:13.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream by Dreams</title><content type='html'>Dream by dreams &lt;br /&gt;Like starlight by the hour&lt;br /&gt;Not everything there seems&lt;br /&gt;In those transposing flowers&lt;br /&gt;Baby how sweet they are&lt;br /&gt;All those glistening and mellow&lt;br /&gt;Bright faraway a lonely star&lt;br /&gt;Trying with its twinkling hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't take a dream&lt;br /&gt;And bend it in a special way&lt;br /&gt;For loftless is in its beam&lt;br /&gt;What you think and say&lt;br /&gt;Love melancholy days&lt;br /&gt;Coming through like brooks&lt;br /&gt;Everything on strings plays&lt;br /&gt;Of emotions and its looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream by dreams around&lt;br /&gt;Emotions of a going song&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere else sometimes found&lt;br /&gt;When a heart is busy long&lt;br /&gt;Little darling treat me sweet&lt;br /&gt;And what’s wrong could be right&lt;br /&gt;We are on a different street&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in search for light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4798237491506547026?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4798237491506547026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4798237491506547026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4798237491506547026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4798237491506547026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-by-dreams.html' title='Dream by Dreams'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-5782535245640238531</id><published>2008-05-24T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:21:07.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring In True Hope Please</title><content type='html'>Bring in true hope please&lt;br /&gt;Let its following power come through&lt;br /&gt;Revelation away one sees&lt;br /&gt;When there is hope in to renew&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is lonely in winging&lt;br /&gt;When there are rendezvous days&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure full chansonet still stringing&lt;br /&gt;Into the moments of grays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is for a long long time&lt;br /&gt;For everything says always something&lt;br /&gt;Flow up to follow its prime&lt;br /&gt;To let every wish come true bringing&lt;br /&gt;Look and see how it turns out&lt;br /&gt;When there are still lights making clear&lt;br /&gt;Everything with its dark doubt&lt;br /&gt;That once in awhile is near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring in the moments of prosper&lt;br /&gt;With every road in its freedom&lt;br /&gt;There is so much still to steer&lt;br /&gt;Where everything good is coming from&lt;br /&gt;Each light of the evening will shine&lt;br /&gt;Into the morning of new day breaking&lt;br /&gt;When you in your hope are doing fine&lt;br /&gt;And gladness from inside still waking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-5782535245640238531?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5782535245640238531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=5782535245640238531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5782535245640238531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/5782535245640238531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/bring-in-true-hope-please.html' title='Bring In True Hope Please'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590678903362746363.post-4478013207248884873</id><published>2008-05-24T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:20:09.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And We Will Someday Sing To Love</title><content type='html'>And we will someday sing to love&lt;br /&gt;Of feelings that are here with us&lt;br /&gt;Like blinking stars shine above&lt;br /&gt;With a message to get across&lt;br /&gt;This feeling inside never dies&lt;br /&gt;It has its timeless going on&lt;br /&gt;Through every love in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;It blossoms truly for every one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;It feels so warm with you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a feeling and let me know&lt;br /&gt;That your heart’s always true&lt;br /&gt;There has never been one like this&lt;br /&gt;To my spirit’s turning fire&lt;br /&gt;You’re truly the one for me that is&lt;br /&gt;With every hope's desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we will someday remember love&lt;br /&gt;That is here with our hearts today&lt;br /&gt;And speak with memories so full of&lt;br /&gt;The strings of touch we did play&lt;br /&gt;This feeling that inside never dies&lt;br /&gt;For every time that we shall live&lt;br /&gt;And as bouquets wither and time flies&lt;br /&gt;We will from those memories love give&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590678903362746363-4478013207248884873?l=my-spacepsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4478013207248884873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590678903362746363&amp;postID=4478013207248884873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4478013207248884873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590678903362746363/posts/default/4478013207248884873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-spacepsq.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-we-will-someday-sing-to-love.html' title='And We Will Someday Sing To Love'/><author><name>Peter S. 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