<?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/the_wanderer"><title>reflections of a wanderer - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/</link><description>i have always assumed the role of a wanderer and a seeker of thruth, with words being my means to convey my findings to the rest of my kind...whatever i come across, i comprehend and communicate... welcome to the reflections of a wanderer, about life, art, poetry, wisdom, and even the obsession with weight loss and g strings... my message... things have more hues, shades and depths than most of us acknowledge... i just wish to lok beyond and find the truth</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/the_wanderer/450963" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/449781" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/449168" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/441986" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/440800" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/437271" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/436542" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/435243" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/434636" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/434395" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/450963"><title>NO RHYME TO LIFE</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/450963</link><description>THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I WROTE SOMETHING THAT DOES NOT RHYME. IT ISNT THE WHOLE THING THAT I WROTE BUT IT IS ACTUALLY, THE ONLY PART THAT I LIKED. I GUESS AFTER THAT MY MIND STARTED REALIZING THAT IT WASNT RHYMING AND THINGS WENT DOWNHILL FROM THERE. Welcome to the roller coaster The roller...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/449781"><title>more on writers workshop</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/449781</link><description>tony gave me a great idea to write a bit more about the writers workshop... so here goes.. at first, i was actually kinda apprehensive, as writing is a creative skill, they cant just teach it to you in a classroom. i still stick with that opinion, though i have noticed one thing, and that is that...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/449168"><title>WRITERS WORKSHOP</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/449168</link><description>I havent been the most prompt one in posting up here, but i have been quite busy. first off, my music exam result came and i recieved special distinction in the third level of examination. second, i attended this tremendous writers workshop, wherein we were trained by Steven James, a well known...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/441986"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/441986</link><description>people always have misunderstood the power of silence. as a track of enigma states, silence must be heard, for when it is broken...the worlds will collapse. i have always believed in the power of silence because i myself am someone who prefers it to making unnecessary noise. this is my ode to the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/440800"><title>SCREAM</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/440800</link><description>this is a peom that basically looks into the origins of a scream. the forced silence that spurts out in the form of angry chants SCREAM Scream, smash, bang Break the wall of my peace Pull my mind from its abyss To my face add another crease Howl away every second Tear way the membrane of my...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/437271"><title>THE ERA OF MISTRUST</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/437271</link><description>this is a poem that came to me after watching an amazing movie called "thank you for smoking".... the argument and negotiation brigade and their ratinale that silently takes the form of rationalization, is in essence the kind of world we live in. while theer are those who believe in talking...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/436542"><title>UNCHAINED PUPPET</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/436542</link><description>I have heard for a long time, about people complaing how they are actually puppets at the hands of destiny. i actually used to know a person who was convinced that we always get what we never really want. it used to and still disturbs me that people have no faith to place in themselves. life isnt...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/435243"><title>THE OUTSIDER</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/435243</link><description>The Outsider is probably one poem that i relate to the most. its like my thoughts about myself, and the closest to my heart.... thats all that need be said in its description. THE OUTSIDER Watching the sunlight stream by Washing over my silent lie Hundreds of tears that fall unknown Thousands of...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/434636"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/434636</link><description>strangers might bring out the cynic in me.... but these are nudgets of reality we observe, everyday. in the people around and within us.... what is it about pretending to be something you are not... what is about fake idealism. i mean, i havent come across a single person who claims to be evil....</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/434395"><title>changing faces</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_wanderer/434395</link><description>this is actually a poem that came to me after my sister told me about some instances at her school.... not that thats the sole inspiration for this work. its actually about hypocrisy, and how inherent it is in some people. TO WHOMSOEVER IT MAY NOT CONCERN Smile to the mirror My lovable face Hide...</description></item></rdf:RDF>