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Sweet songs began to flow from deep within my spirit Intoxicating me so, I almost...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/258550"><title>A LIFE WITHOUT MEANING.....................................................</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/258550</link><description>A LIFE WITHOUT MEANING Crawling through the mud on knees and hands Swimming in shards of glass just to reach land Breathing the air, that is blackened from smoke Fighting the tens of demons that I did not evoke Wallowing in man's filth, encased in flesh's tomb Forever cursed with crystal eyes...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/257900"><title>LOVE'S FIRST SIGHT</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/257900</link><description>LOVE'S FIRST SIGHT In the candle lit room our hearts burn strong Music speaks for us with a romantic song Searching deeply inside each other's soul Understanding we're two halves of a whole Eyes projecting what we're both longing for Lips finally touch electrifying us to the core Suspended...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/257595"><title>THE SPIDER WITH A DREAM....................................................</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/257595</link><description>THE SPIDER WITH A DREAM The spider that walked on a very different path His studies were of English,Spelling and Math Daydreaming that soon he'd become a clown He practiced his act when nobody was around Vowing to make people laugh, refusing to scare Caution signs he put up, warnings of his snare...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/256155"><title>BUTTERFLIES................................................................</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/256155</link><description>BUTTERFLIES The day the butterflies danced with me my wing tickled flesh set me free They flew all around me without any fear gracefully playing with even my ear Magnificent colors washed over my face trees all around, what a glorious place We marveled each other the way lovers do then off they...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/255827"><title>UNWORLDLY BIRTH............................................................</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/255827</link><description>UNWORLDLY BIRTH My tapestry now is old and faded, in sync, the mind now too is jaded It's arrival came without warning, realization came, just this morning Lonely now in my rocking chair, achromatized, feeling life's not fair Knowing survival now is quite mute, I wonder about my funeral suit...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/255485"><title>INSIDE THE MACHINE.........................................................</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/255485</link><description>INSIDE THE MACHINE Tourniquet tied around the limb Needle roughly pierces the skin Blood emerges, still alive Irritated flesh, now a hive Led into the monsters den A warrior created just for men I lay upon the creatures tongue Casing covers pelvis to lung I feel him suck me till I'm in Forced to...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/255203"><title>THE SHORELINE WITHIN MY MIND.....................................</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/255203</link><description>THE SHORELINE WITHIN MY MIND Waves crashing against the sand Foaming waters cover the land Holding my breath, waiting, waiting Frantic for a place to stand Longing for a helping hand Holding my hope, searching, searching Filthy liquids burn minds eye Memories that refuse to die Holding my pain,...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/255133"><title>THE BULL.............................................</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/doigotta386/255133</link><description>The bull was encased within the small boy Thought so bad he had not one single toy Bruised flesh from his clumsy movements Shards of glass, gone are the ornaments A bull inside a china shop is what they said Humiliation turned his face to a pinkish red Pushing back the tears, knowing to be quiet...</description></item></rdf:RDF>