<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Troosha"><title>All Over the Map - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/</link><description>Troosha's Musings and Poetic Attempts.  Thank you for coming by for a read even if soley out of curiosity.

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I really dislike boring people. ~~~~~~~~~~~~</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/565816</link><description>Dodging Dull Anodyne feelings Antiseptic spillings of emotion falling from bitten tongues Cross-eyes souls loitering slow-pitching empty accolades or diatonic dirges They're out there like invisible bees circling Or the mosquito you just can’t seem to swat but darned if it doesn’t keep buzzing...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/565645"><title>I'm not very good at it - but here's my attempt at a little humour...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/565645</link><description>Pretend There is mastery to the world of pretend We wrinkle phrases end upon end We wink a bow and sing a sorrow today and now and then tomorrow</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/565465"><title>Some moments are meant for one. And when they occur embrace them!</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/565465</link><description>The Gust of Wind ~ Lucien Lévy-Dhurmer Gust And there upon a quiet gust of night I sang and sang Upon moonbeams lit with light of life I spun around on feathered foot Amidst the mystery of windy shadows m y pirouettes precise And there in gleaming darkness slice I sang and sang</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/565271"><title>I wish I always had the energy or conviction to follow my own advice...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/565271</link><description>Play Ball Put down the bibles and do the dirty work yourself Be a ravenous artist of your life Cease with the platitudes Clichés are for the weak and timid Turn voice into choirs of deed Be a soldier in stomping out injustice as seen through your eyes Love is indeed God’s luminous message but the...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/565009"><title>Are you charmed or are you the charmer...? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/565009</link><description>Snake Charmed Unspeakable chaos rises in our midst hovers over our relatively untouched lives And we, the contemptibly fearful, lie beneath the hypnosis of war hysteria frightful famines ethnic choosings We pace anxious for excuses and rationalizations throwing out empty solutions without so much...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/564880"><title>If only we were as smart as nature – some things just “know”…. ~~~</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/564880</link><description>Waves Wave colliding with every rock in its path Moving forward until it strikes each asperity Whereupon it neither stops nor abruptly retreats but repeats its forceful movement Blow after blow Ebb upon flow Obeisance to the call of nature Curtsey to the call of time Without arrogance the ocean...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/564723"><title>We're all heros of some kind - we just don't know it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/564723</link><description>Strut Within the stillness; the internal hot springs of our quiet heroics Silent yet heartfelt acts of bravery lay simmering Boisterous marching bands await in the wings A parade of valour and human celebration hungers to fill the winding streets We hear the rise of anticipation and begin our...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/564529"><title>“Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.”</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/564529</link><description>A quote from Albert Einstein Sight Blindness matters not nor the rose coloured glasses we sometimes conveniently choose For the vision of man ~the heart and soul of every breathing being ~ comes not solely from the eyes but from the core Deep within boils the infinite capacity to enrich and be...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/564335"><title>When' the last time you had a meeting of one - between you and you...?</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/564335</link><description>The Meeting Committee of one taking a vote Establishing there is little or no value in self loathing Roberts Rules of Order cast aside Replaced not with chaos but with an inner monologue of sensitivity and carefully chosen accolades Kindness kissing the cheek of disesteem and misplaced pureness...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/564159"><title>I look out onto the Pacific Ocean. What body of water is closest to you?</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/564159</link><description>Ocean Subjective evidence of the force of wordless movement Silent, sapient observers of our very own lives Each an embodiment of promise; a panoply of hope and reciprocity From the west or the east out over the ocean shores the sky is brilliant And the consistency of water’s mighty movement...</description></item></rdf:RDF>