<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426</id><updated>2009-10-07T04:38:52.559+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poet</title><subtitle type='html'>Echoes of the Spirit</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-4169922459999402455</id><published>2009-01-15T02:15:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:25:35.565Z</updated><title type='text'>The Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I awoke...&lt;br /&gt;If sleep was where I’d been,&lt;br /&gt;from a dream that was indeed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I spoke&lt;br /&gt;to no-one but myself,&lt;br /&gt;my intention was to hear my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay&lt;br /&gt;amidst the grass and leaves,&lt;br /&gt;cold, so damp and silent was the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned my gaze&lt;br /&gt;towards the hoary moon,&lt;br /&gt;memories returning of my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Strange” I thought,&lt;br /&gt;when images recalled&lt;br /&gt;dragged me through the scenes of my demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I felt&lt;br /&gt;no heartbeat in my chest&lt;br /&gt;nor the warmth of liquid in my veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never more&lt;br /&gt;A tragic scene than this.&lt;br /&gt;Cursed fortune ~ thus my future lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven black&lt;br /&gt;and bloodstained was the kiss,&lt;br /&gt;slave to which this soul is bound in chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Emiline'&lt;br /&gt;Or similar&lt;br /&gt;the name&lt;br /&gt;of the one who’d lured me to this fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Induced this now&lt;br /&gt;imprisoned soul and mind&lt;br /&gt;with so pure a beauty yet so rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word&lt;br /&gt;SHE spoke I had to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Every smile was meant for me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her touch&lt;br /&gt;brought warmth without compare.&lt;br /&gt;Hers, a world I deeply yearned to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart.&lt;br /&gt;No lessons from your past&lt;br /&gt;taught that all is never as it seems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I lie&lt;br /&gt;forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;As a child&lt;br /&gt;Yet to learn the meaning of its birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late now&lt;br /&gt;to steer the winds of time&lt;br /&gt;from the place that sees me as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should I not&lt;br /&gt;beget the mourner’s prayer?&lt;br /&gt;Should I not be buried in the earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tales there are,&lt;br /&gt;permit me to indulge,&lt;br /&gt;Witches, werewolves, warlocks and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anecdotes&lt;br /&gt;of ghosts and poltergeist,&lt;br /&gt;spirit-filled dimensions few can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now&lt;br /&gt;relate this to my plight,&lt;br /&gt;though I speak not of an evil spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to walk&lt;br /&gt;into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;This the vampire’s kiss has done to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-4169922459999402455?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/4169922459999402455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/4169922459999402455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-awoke.html' title='The Kiss'/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06915682403514600471'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-2215168077675013215</id><published>2009-01-04T14:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:48:35.212Z</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm off to die in comfort!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was this my father said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That signalled he'd decided &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was going up to bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then spun upon his heels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As if intentionally creating dramas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't look!", he said, remembering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hole in his pyjamas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We smiled inside then closed our eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ridiculously late.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saw bums beneath our eyelids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we kept our faces straight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-2215168077675013215?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/2215168077675013215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/2215168077675013215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2009/01/dads-drama.html' title='Dad&apos;s Drama'/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06915682403514600471'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-601544714716925504</id><published>2008-12-06T12:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:12:48.569Z</updated><title type='text'>Just Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I’ve no allegiance to the throne&lt;br /&gt;And no respect for politics&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of what they represent&lt;br /&gt;Their lies&lt;br /&gt;Their tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when justice seems absent from the world&lt;br /&gt;And few folk get what they deserve&lt;br /&gt;When human life gets no respect&lt;br /&gt;From pimp&lt;br /&gt;Or perv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;Sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when the racists seem to get their way&lt;br /&gt;And insults lead to violent thought&lt;br /&gt;To blades, bullets and even bombs&lt;br /&gt;To cut&lt;br /&gt;Life short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when the world seems just an empty place&lt;br /&gt;Devoid of love and ruled by fear&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s true for human-kind&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;Draws near. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-601544714716925504?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/601544714716925504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/601544714716925504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-i-feel-dark-thats-when-ive-no.html' title='Just Sometimes'/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06915682403514600471'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-2575637280804257590</id><published>2008-08-26T13:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:28:21.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign My Petition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://petitions.number10.gov.uk/Free-Life/"&gt;http://petitions.number10.gov.uk/Free-Life/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Want to make a differance? Join me. Sign my petition for action in the UK to request that the government direct appropriate resources into work that will review the economic policy with a view towards removing the tragic distinction between the haves and the have nots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://petitions.number10.gov.uk/Free-Life/"&gt;http://petitions.number10.gov.uk/Free-Life/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-2575637280804257590?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/2575637280804257590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/2575637280804257590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2008/08/sign-my-petition.html' title='Sign My Petition'/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06915682403514600471'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-528856263453031046</id><published>2008-08-26T12:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:29:23.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin City (Epilogue of the Tyrant's Legacy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sin City&lt;br /&gt;Where I heard your name&lt;br /&gt;For Shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cast your ill intention&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention your disdain for life&lt;br /&gt;And now what's left to gain&lt;br /&gt;From this domain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin City&lt;br /&gt;Where your image will remain&lt;br /&gt;Like shards of glass embedded deep&lt;br /&gt;Within the flesh of those who've yet&lt;br /&gt;To feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin City&lt;br /&gt;Lost to hope&lt;br /&gt;Was that your wish?&lt;br /&gt;Infested substitute for life&lt;br /&gt;Embodies all who chose to eat&lt;br /&gt;Food from your dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often spat into your face within my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I've often cried with tears of blood&lt;br /&gt;And even deafened my own ears with my own screams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin City&lt;br /&gt;Beyond pity&lt;br /&gt;Beyond mercy&lt;br /&gt;Beyond hope&lt;br /&gt;Beyond Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-528856263453031046?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/528856263453031046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/528856263453031046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2008/08/sin-city-epilogue-of-tyranhts-legacy.html' title='Sin City (Epilogue of the Tyrant&apos;s Legacy)'/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06915682403514600471'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-2084494508839275326</id><published>2008-04-07T21:45:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:08:17.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban The Bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I feel docile but I'm gonna run eight mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stamina on&lt;br /&gt;trial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diggin deep for a&lt;br /&gt;while with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I do&lt;br /&gt;it in style?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will I land&lt;br /&gt;in a heap - in a pile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coughing mucus and bile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At eleven a.m&lt;br /&gt;say hello to the creme de la creme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm in need of a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we start and I blend on a track with no&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into hundreds who run&lt;br /&gt;like to run is the trend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;to walk is to be round the bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm slow but not out to offend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then remembering why I'm not shy to apply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm a guy you&lt;br /&gt;could call a small fry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna&lt;br /&gt;try til I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the folk&lt;br /&gt;who live little and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;br /&gt;the governments lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;landmines in their fields blow their bones to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those left who try to deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeting new plastic limbs&lt;br /&gt;with a sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handicap-international.org.uk/page_12.php"&gt;Support Handicap International&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sponsor Me at:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sponsor-me.org/muenda_sk_8mileman"&gt;http://www.sponsor-me.org/muenda_sk_8mileman &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-2084494508839275326?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/2084494508839275326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/2084494508839275326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2008/04/ban-bomb.html' title='Ban The Bomb'/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06915682403514600471'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-1828091461276460902</id><published>2008-01-17T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:08:46.314Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Christmas Cracker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend&lt;br /&gt;Can I please send you&lt;br /&gt;Warm wishes at this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help to take your mind off things&lt;br /&gt;Like household bills and crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen old Christmas raising&lt;br /&gt;Its strange old head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wondered if I’m crazy to think,&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no, what a pain!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not because it’s boring&lt;br /&gt;Or I’m an age old fart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how ironic that it’s where&lt;br /&gt;So many troubles start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos’ Christmas equals crisis&lt;br /&gt;In many poor folks eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cash that’s spent not on the rent&lt;br /&gt;On sausage rolls and pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I send warm wishes saying,&lt;br /&gt;“Yow man – Keep it real!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos’ Christmas ain’t bout what you spend&lt;br /&gt;It’s what you think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who you share nuff love with and&lt;br /&gt;Not so much why but when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearing in mind that some folk&lt;br /&gt;You may never see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I send warm wishes adding these words to depart.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your money in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Spend for Christmas with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Merry Christmas ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-1828091461276460902?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/1828091461276460902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/1828091461276460902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-christmas-cracker.html' title=''/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06915682403514600471'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-8367038500905416412</id><published>2007-10-25T11:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:10:31.880Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inner Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made peace with myself&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to my soul&lt;br /&gt;My long fought war is over&lt;br /&gt;I've finally gained control&lt;br /&gt;No more a life of torment&lt;br /&gt;Or struggling to make sense&lt;br /&gt;Of destitution, apathy,&lt;br /&gt;Self pity or pretence.&lt;br /&gt;I have made peace with myself&lt;br /&gt;I've waved the chequered flag&lt;br /&gt;Forthwith I have declared no more&lt;br /&gt;To let my spirit sag&lt;br /&gt;And when within my casualties of war are dragged away,&lt;br /&gt;Like battered, bloodied remnants of a war torn yesterday&lt;br /&gt;My self stands strong in victory and much more than that is known&lt;br /&gt;My character is bettered and my confidence has grown.&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace with myself&lt;br /&gt;I've settled on the Rock&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cry no more for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Nor plead about my stock&lt;br /&gt;For what is life material but hopes and dreams in vain?&lt;br /&gt;When said that you have all there is,&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to gain?&lt;br /&gt;No, lets make peace with ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Whilst time for that remains&lt;br /&gt;Let’s recognise true riches&lt;br /&gt;And what true love attains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-8367038500905416412?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/8367038500905416412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/8367038500905416412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-made-peace-with-myself-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06915682403514600471'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-7058342675299261422</id><published>2007-09-04T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T04:05:24.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pUIxjPHOah/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pUIxjPHOah/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medical Card&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(Verse 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Brother man how could you spill my blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I came from a downclass neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I got three mouths to feed and a woman in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And I gotta lotta life left to lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I saw you was talking to a friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I didn't understand it was a delicate time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now you better call a doctor cos I'm bleeding hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;For curiosity is this my reward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Look in my pocket for my medical card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Everytime I look I see the  same thing happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Brothers fighting brothers and all of us are losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sisters fighting sisters and all of us are crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;When are we gonna realise there's too much needless dieing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Brother man how could you take my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;When I walked like a lamb to the sacrifice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Didn't foresee there was a problem ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I coulda deh a yard dhe wid me people instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I saw you was reasoning with a friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Didn't understand until I saw the blade shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now you better call a doctor cos I'm bleeding so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;For my morality is this my reward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Look in my pocket for my medical card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Every time I look....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-7058342675299261422?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/7058342675299261422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/7058342675299261422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-you-can-listen-to-song-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06915682403514600471'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-3401112268439572653</id><published>2007-09-03T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T03:39:02.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mix Up (Sex Merry Go Round)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex calls Rex cos Rex likes hot sex&lt;br /&gt;Phone goes to voicemail&lt;br /&gt;Alex gets vex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue likes Simeon&lt;br /&gt;Wishes he would give her one&lt;br /&gt;Sex on the first date&lt;br /&gt;Now he’s long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark’s in the park after dark&lt;br /&gt;With his boyfriend Clark&lt;br /&gt;The relationship’s lost its spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Emily has an s.t.d&lt;br /&gt;Which she picked up for free&lt;br /&gt;From her partner Ronnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl gets keen cos he knows Charlene’s on the scene&lt;br /&gt;And he’s already been in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zak’s in a tizz&lt;br /&gt;Since his girlfriend Liz took whizz&lt;br /&gt;And his best mate Baz did the biz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man what a mix up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody fix up&lt;br /&gt;Too many folk drinking from the same cup.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-3401112268439572653?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/3401112268439572653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/3401112268439572653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2007/09/mix-up-sex-merry-go-round-alex-calls.html' title=''/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06915682403514600471'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-4546713050414837743</id><published>2007-09-02T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T03:40:35.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Peace Be The Prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher wields his knife and says,&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it's okay to kill.&lt;br /&gt;To do it takes some heart,&lt;br /&gt;Some strength&lt;br /&gt;Even a little skill.&lt;br /&gt;After the first few times won't even see the blood you spill.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's alright to kill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peddler wields his tongue and says,&lt;br /&gt;"Man it's okay to lie.&lt;br /&gt;Not all the time&lt;br /&gt;Just til you see your profits multiply.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe after that just to protect your piece of pie.&lt;br /&gt;Man it's not bad to lie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glutton wields his fork and says,&lt;br /&gt;"It sure feels good to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Three meals a day and more can only keep me feeling sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Some folk - man it's a wonder they don't pass out in the street.&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;I just love to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victim wields his heart to ask,&lt;br /&gt;"Is it not right to care?&lt;br /&gt;To love enough to conquer every plight in life we share.&lt;br /&gt;And if peace be the prize&lt;br /&gt;To honour every life out there.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be wrong to care."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-4546713050414837743?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/4546713050414837743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/4546713050414837743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2007/09/thoughts-and-feelings-butcher-wields.html' title=''/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06915682403514600471'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-35986413680987286</id><published>2007-09-02T03:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T03:41:39.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love gave me a second chance&lt;br /&gt;Since my life seemed fit for nought&lt;br /&gt;Burdened, broken, ever lost&lt;br /&gt;To the love I sought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet love had often heard my cries&lt;br /&gt;Witnessed my demise&lt;br /&gt;My pain&lt;br /&gt;Tears my testimony bore&lt;br /&gt;Of this earthly strain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was never far away&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes were dimmed of sight&lt;br /&gt;Blinkered, drawn away from love&lt;br /&gt;Focused on my plight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love I heard you call my name&lt;br /&gt;Softly knocking at my door&lt;br /&gt;Entered and you washed the blood&lt;br /&gt;From the clothes I wore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since sweet love has set me free&lt;br /&gt;Saved me from the paupers grave&lt;br /&gt;Riches of the Heaven’s kind&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I save.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-35986413680987286?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/35986413680987286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/35986413680987286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-gave-me-second-chance-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06915682403514600471'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-685112789579497426.post-4167577493123754061</id><published>2007-09-01T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T03:42:54.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere somehow I can hear your voice calling&lt;br /&gt;Like a lone candle light faint but not failing&lt;br /&gt;"What is the the purpose and where should I be?"&lt;br /&gt;Sweet shines the light through which others can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith leads the way when you feel your flame flickering&lt;br /&gt;Captured in winds that are wild and tormenting&lt;br /&gt;Darkness abounds threatening all liberty&lt;br /&gt;But sweet shines the light by which others can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed Lord be near"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rest in the love that is yours every day&lt;br /&gt;As God speaks through your heart...&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/685112789579497426-4167577493123754061?l=spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/4167577493123754061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/685112789579497426/posts/default/4167577493123754061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritofsoundz-thepoet.blogspot.com/2007/09/somewhere-somehow-i-can-hear-your-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Bandyt</name><email>bandyt@hotmail.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' 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