<?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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/joab61072"><title>JOAB''S SCRIBBLINGS - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/</link><description>POETRY AND SUCH</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/717336" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/703284" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/702981" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/701905" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/701542" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/701540" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/700751" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/700040" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/699971" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/699654" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/717336"><title>The Obama Theme Song</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/717336</link><description>The title is:" It's My Party And I'll Lie If I Want To!"</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/703284"><title>THE MAN OF WOOL (AS IT RELATES TO A SUFI MASTER )</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/703284</link><description>Such a man casts no shadow, yet his passing goes not unseen by the discerning eye. Just as a passing invisible, brief and refreshing breeze can soothe the heated brow; so can the man of wool, no less invisible than the wind, soothe the heated mind with a passing glance.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/702981"><title>THE WEAVERS</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/702981</link><description>The soul's journey is most treacherous for it is bound to explore the cause of human nature with its myriad patterns woven with the threads of existence into the erratic tapestry of life. And, not only are we both tapestry and fabric and weaver alike, but the needle as well. Thus we weave...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/701905"><title>TUESDAY MORNING RAIN</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/701905</link><description>The rainfall is heavy and thick, like lukewarm soup served at the last minute to still the appetite if only temporarily. The plants gorge themselves on the water, filling their natural reservoirs with nutrition best saved for the wilting heat that is to come. These things I observe in the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/701542"><title>Do we? I mean really… Do we?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/701542</link><description>Do we, as humans, really desire peace; or is it the stability of uncertainty that stirs our senses; moves us to action? I say this because, in my heart, there is but scant room for peace any longer. For now, I see it to be a futile pursuit; a philosophical dog chasing its own tail. Too ignorant...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/701540"><title>NOT A CLEVER POEM</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/701540</link><description>I have grown weary of the grandiloquent delusions and the complementary contradictions by which minds are, first, fragmented, then shattered into infinite shards of unreclaimable and unattainable memories. Shadowy visions from some distant past, some distant star assail us; and yet society, in...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/700751"><title>In pursuit of the political Grail</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/700751</link><description>WHO KNOWS? Ah! 'Tis position, I perceive even here, in this bastion of endless process, like in all matters earthly, yes...position carries with it a... what shall it be called? "Cachet or a Gravitas of purpose", I believe would suffice. Yet, in matters of the mind who knows the direction from...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/700040"><title>Transitional Perspective</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/700040</link><description>I came to you, a mystery to myself as much as others. And now you would have me, with a wave of my mind, divulge that which even I cannot fathom. I told you in the beginning, before promises were made and intentions became transparent, I am a mystery; so do not ask me to know myself now, or...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/699971"><title>PERSPECTIVE AT LIFE' S CROSSROAD</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/699971</link><description>Do not weep, my love; for we have always known ours was a shooting star, blazing across the vastness of infinite Being. Think not of the emptiness that lies ahead, instead, recall the moments of joy and laughter shared, and foolish dreams equally dared. For only in such ways can we become, in our...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/699654"><title>Just checking in</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab61072/699654</link><description>Got nothing to post, just wanted to check in. Haven't had a chance to look at comments but will do it as soon as possible.I will be back as soon as I've seen by Dr.; always keeping an eye on me in this hot weather. But it is good that I can start posting again. It has been so boring since I...</description></item></rdf:RDF>