<?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/mindopensup"><title>brett newman - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/</link><description>Serious on the grounds of
Serious in the aid of
Serious applied to
Reasons of our living
Reasons for our seeing
Reasons for our breathing
Reasons upon more than can be explained to
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To face this onslought, sheilded not by visible sight As sharp as the two edged sword The tongue can ease or cause the fight the power without weapons, the righteous Knight. Perceiving thoughts of humainity...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/585385"><title>FOOL'S PARADISE</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/585385</link><description>Destruction of the earth Murder, death, slaughter Evermore the future expectant Abundance of evil multiplying Degrading generations, heading for a disaster, heading for an end Condensed concentration, fixed on their greed What is their outcome? They're strangled in this speed Rat-race, corpses...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/585176"><title>PERCEPTION</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/585176</link><description>My fingers cannot grasp People come, people go, Love flows, love goes People sink, others can't reach them Hurting the world over People sorrowful The anger grows Spits out the weak Striving to be immortal Striving to rule No humanity inside their wall The thought for the person, who does not...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/585010"><title>The little buzz, that I hated</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/585010</link><description>Appreciate, generate the strength, that lies dormant in me In time will see a stronger me. No cigarettes to screw my mind, No chemical substance, in my body to find My body, my temple I live inside. First worry about me. Stooped my low, cigarette butts, not mine, their taste I breathed. Dirty...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/584849"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/584849</link><description>Love allways trying to find it, never settling for something thats not it Not screwing around, Allways seem to get that one step closer, to finding love Trying to reconcile my thoughts, what is not there, Desperately searching for love, but myself I am abusing, God loves me I must trust to love...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/584656"><title>I don't know what happened</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/584656</link><description>So sensitive to wanting love Intensity extreme Seemed their movements, a fat joke on me Maybe I missed something Maybe I was angry Maybe I was scared Maybe she was angry Maybe she was scared Maybe a missunderstanding Maybe she tried half heartedly Maybe she tried too hard Maybe she mistook me...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/584146"><title>Receiving</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/584146</link><description>Expressing lovliness A trip that's never ending A garden to be tending No hurting, aint no bleeding, no crying, no stealing no cash A temple of love, the city of the Heavens, is being formed for us Built by the son of the Lord, our Father Imagine the gift we will receive Honouring our Father...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/583784"><title>Moral worth</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/583784</link><description>Moral worth Love and purity To strivve to be as heaven looks down can I hope these words be me Moral worth, love and purity my character I hope, I am trying to be To change from whom, I slipped into To change from whom I used to be I feel I have taken a miraculous turn, now not dying from stuff I...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/583604"><title>What life this is</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mindopensup/583604</link><description>Money makes the mens mouths fly, the women beg the children cry what plead for the wretched the snarling man, who beats his girls, then pays them off for his feels what plead for the women on the street, who finds no other way to make the pay, to stop her hating childrens wails Money the scar and...</description></item></rdf:RDF>