<?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/patmanpluspoetry"><title>patmanplus poems - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/</link><description>Poetry by Patrick Timothy Brennan. 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Vivid transparent love in Gods fingers...fumbler he. Through the shadows to the muck, not enough. Light to search for anything valuable... to get unstuck. Visible morning mist, fine...... but i get this SHAKY SCARY feeling in the middle of the night;...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566882"><title>Women and men</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566882</link><description>Women and men are imperfect in different ways. Disparaging one doesn't sanctify the other.</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566769"><title>no place to go</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566769</link><description>i'm like the storming sea but i'm not drowning ya see? i'm the sea the Sea can't drown. i'm not bluffing my sails are fluffing the weather more than ever is in control. it'd be nice to go for a stroll it'd be nice to go for a stroll it'd be nice to go for a stroll but the warnings indicate......</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566592"><title>people can be...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566592</link><description>people are not the DEVIL, but people can be DEVILS. Night train to nowhere i'm on the express. if there was a god he's the one i would try to impress. being good doesn't pay not in this life anyway unless we're missin sompin... Born into a puzzle unimportant piece. But when there's only one piece...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566582"><title>BO BO</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566582</link><description>Ah life--sets ya up nice--takes ya for a ride--leaves ya no place ta hide. Sweet life--is a fantasy (losers) dance--Ya see that poor slob--he never really had a chance. FEELIN' LIKE A BO BO--I'M THINKIN I DON'T KNOW KNOW (OW)-- I REALLY GOTTA GO GO (OO)--BEFORE I SCREW UP SOMETHING ELSE. My...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566276"><title>the good will rule!</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566276</link><description>Life is ephemeral war is a lie can you help the world before you die? Life addicts you to it's style You can't see love for a hundred miles... War culture has secret files... The law is often overlooked bought and sold double booked. Love is in your imagination Lust is your fascination...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566251"><title>Amazing Graced (i found it, i lost it)</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566251</link><description>Up at 6am--gotta talk to him--stars are in the sky--i know for me he died... i gave my heart to you--you are all i have--you are why i live--there's no more i can give... Amazing Grace, how swe-eet the so-ound that saved a wretch li-ike me i once was lost, but now i'm fo-ound was blind, but now i...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566068"><title>OUTER SPACE</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/566068</link><description>i'm sittin here all alone no place to call my home i'm blue--for you. i'm sittin' in outer space you can say i got a case for you--it's true. i'm livin' in a different way i don't get older everyday i stay--this way. i've been gone for a thousand years i dried up all my tears on a long--past day....</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/565735"><title>hole</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/patmanpluspoetry/565735</link><description>There is a hole...There are Grand Processions...Trumpets Herald whatever they herald at any given particular time...time, which is relative or doesn't really exist at all or something. 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