<?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/reflections"><title>Reflections of the Mind - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/</link><description>This is some of the thoughts that run through my mind. Most of it ends up in Poetry and has happend in my life. 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Everyone believes in freedom of speech. We have our freedom up to a point, Until we offend someone at a local joint. Then the word spreads from town to town. It’s this talk that spreads the words around. Next thing you know you’re taken...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/610588"><title>Writing Issues</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/610588</link><description>Writing Issues Blank paper, Pen in hand, Mind a blur, Nothing planed. Crack knuckles, Scratch head, Have idea, Crap, out of led. Searching, Searching, Desk a mess, Might have found it, HA HA! Success! Load pencil, Time to write, Wait a second, Where’s the light? Lamp just blew, Are you serious?...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/604296"><title>Near Miss</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/604296</link><description>Driving home one afternoon from school, It was raining and the air was nice and cool. Less than a mile from home in my little S-10, Traveling the same road again and again. It was a freshly paved road around the bend, Taking it nice and easy because my turn was at the end. A dark green car came...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/600893"><title>Define a True Friend</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/600893</link><description>What is a true friend in your mind? Is it someone that sticks with you to the end of time? Someone that’s honest and true to your face? Someone that is your saving grace? Or maybe the person that just lends a hand. During a time of need and helped you stand. How about the one that just lends an...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/600596"><title>Memories Gone</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/600596</link><description>Memories come and memories go, Just like summer gives way to snow. I try so hard to not forget, to remember events and time well spent. But sometimes in life things go wrong, and it pushes us to move on. Memories once kept are now faded Like my mind had been invaded. I try to remember things from...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/600282"><title>Questions of Life</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/600282</link><description>Questions of Life Sitting here at work day in day out, Running my machine mind filled with doubt. Wondering, pondering about what I’ve become, Have I done things right? All my task overcome? Am I happy where I am? Is this what I want to do? If I could change one thing, would I even want to? So...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/599644"><title>Light From My Computer</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/599644</link><description>Sitting in the dark with my computer. Only light from the screen. I find my self not looking at it. It's at these times that I notice everything else. Like the drink sitting on my desk. Thousands of little drops of water on the outside. Waiting for the right time to fall. Then rolling down to...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/599347"><title>Journey</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/599347</link><description>Staring into space. Mind wondering. Dreams coming and going. Attention nowhere to be found. Reality fading. Dreams become vivid. Mind focusing. Wait something. Fuzzy. Dark. Big. Spikes. RUN! Out of breath. Panting. Heaving. Thirsty. Look behind. Still there. Coming. Chasing. Run again. Getting...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/599346"><title>Waiting For The Time</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/599346</link><description>Hanging on for dear life wind blowing him too and fro, Already changed colors but not wanting to let go. The time is right the season is here, The time to let go and try again next year. But this time something is different, this time something is wrong, Something doesn’t feel right, something...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/599345"><title>The Perfect Morning</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/reflections/599345</link><description>The sun beaming in through the windows of my room, Causing my conscious mind to wake from the gloom. Rub the sleepy out of my eyes and look to see, The love of my life laying next to me. Her beauty still amazes me each and every day, And I thank God for her I wouldn’t have it any other way. The...</description></item></rdf:RDF>