<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295</id><updated>2011-10-09T18:31:20.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undiscovered Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>The unfiltered, unadulterated screams of a tortured soul.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-8637451146504525121</id><published>2011-10-09T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:30:49.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year...</title><content type='html'>It has been almost one year since that fateful day.... I never imagined that when&amp;nbsp;I kissed and hugged you and we joked for a bit, that those were our final moments together, those were your final words. We were&amp;nbsp;waiting&amp;nbsp;patiently to hear that&amp;nbsp;everything&amp;nbsp;went well. but as time flew on we knew something went wrong. They wheeled you past the door in a blur, we heard you cry out&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;that is when time stood still. Life in that&amp;nbsp;instant&amp;nbsp;forever changed. We were the last people in the waiting room, waiting.... waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I walked into the ICU, you were flanked from above by two angels whom I&amp;nbsp;recognized, I knew then that time was short. No one really knew why I reacted as I did.. but my world crushed me in that moment... to see my father, my superman, waiting for his turn to&amp;nbsp;ascend&amp;nbsp;into heaven. Those six days were the most painful days of all of my&amp;nbsp;existence. I stayed by your side,&amp;nbsp;held&amp;nbsp;your hand and spoke to you... You could&amp;nbsp;barely&amp;nbsp;respond, but I understood as if it were clear as&amp;nbsp;crystal. I knew you wanted to see J and A, so I sent for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We 5 were all together in the room with you that day... you responded to J and A... J promised to take care of your girls and for you to not worry. A told you how much she loves her Pa, forever. When they left that afternoon, mom and I watched as you slipped further under. By morning we heard the update and final prognosis. You waited to hear from and see from your vantage point J and A before you began your full journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later you were no longer hooked up to anything, but resting as comfortable as we could provide. You waited for my to leave that morning, before you has one final private moment with mom. She told me you turned your head, opened your eyes and focused on hers... one single tear fell from your eye, as you sighed a deep sigh, mom told her she loves you and it is okay... you closed your eyes and left us. She said she watched you leave your physical body... we know you are safe and well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to see you, so did J. It was the hardest thing to see, to experience.. to see you there, but you were not really there. I&amp;nbsp;held&amp;nbsp;your hand and kissed your&amp;nbsp;forehead&amp;nbsp;for almost an hour. I did not want to leave you... I wanted you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you visit us, you speak to me and you still have fun with us. I know you are well now, I know you are watching over us... that star in the sky. I love you dad... I miss you more than I can really put into words. I want to hug you one more time, see your smile and hold your hand. One day I will get that chance... but for now, take care of those who are there with you and tell them all they are loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-8637451146504525121?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/8637451146504525121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/8637451146504525121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-year.html' title='One year...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-8014428898383808438</id><published>2011-09-09T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:04:32.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undiscovered Soul Quotes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(This will be updated from time to time and thusly re-posted at the top of the blog.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a multicolored tapestry of emotions and experience... I hope to one day look back upon my tapestry and see it as a beautiful masterpiece imperfections and all. (Undiscovered Soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I truly hate my life, but then I look up and see who I share it with.... That is what keeps me going. (Undiscovered Soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single one of us are perfect, we were not designed to be...Embrace each other's perfect imperfections for that is the perfect way to be. (Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes you must open the flood gates in order for the river to become peaceful once again. (Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-8014428898383808438?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/8014428898383808438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/8014428898383808438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/09/undiscovered-soul-quotes.html' title='Undiscovered Soul Quotes...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-4448176625114964282</id><published>2011-09-08T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T14:33:49.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Away....Apart</title><content type='html'>I feel you pulling away,&lt;br /&gt;Your love is falling away,&lt;br /&gt;I feel us drifting away,&lt;br /&gt;Our love is going away,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn apart, falling apart, drifting apart, together yet apart.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly killing my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered&amp;nbsp;Soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-4448176625114964282?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/4448176625114964282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/4448176625114964282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/09/awayapart.html' title='Away....Apart'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-8337585447398245694</id><published>2011-09-08T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:21:50.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares...</title><content type='html'>It's been four months,&lt;br /&gt;we've been together only once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I possibly say?&lt;br /&gt;Is there really anything left to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried and tried and yet I fail,&lt;br /&gt;my advances to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire is&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to fade,&lt;br /&gt;our love is like a big charade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel scared and alone,&lt;br /&gt;our house no longer a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love we had now seems gone...&lt;br /&gt;could it possibly be gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In marriage you share intimacy,&lt;br /&gt;but that is what you are refusing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am dieing inside,&lt;br /&gt;these tears that I am fighting to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems you don't care anymore,&lt;br /&gt;if I sleep in your bed or on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make this damn&amp;nbsp;nightmare&amp;nbsp;stop,&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you.....&lt;br /&gt;please make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-8337585447398245694?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/8337585447398245694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/8337585447398245694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/09/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-2527984040364976549</id><published>2011-09-06T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:29:49.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebb and flow....</title><content type='html'>The tide rolls in, the tide rolls out,&lt;br /&gt;the ebb and flow pushes me about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day is hell, the next not quite as bad,&lt;br /&gt;Wish only good days were all that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality for me, has never been easy,&lt;br /&gt;But maybe my life was not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I struggle to make progress, to move on within my life,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be accepted and loved as a mother and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am poor, yet not needy, but can not pay my bills,&lt;br /&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;depressed&amp;nbsp;and always sad, the pain it slowly kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not take for granted, your vacations, loves or friends,&lt;br /&gt;or you could be like me, experience the pain that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have none of that, no friends at all, no one wants me close,&lt;br /&gt;They try to hide&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;feelings, but their distaste for me shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a few reunions, &amp;nbsp;re-connections&amp;nbsp;from the past,&lt;br /&gt;But the happiness and joy I felt was never meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;know where I went wrong, if I am truly not worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;Or if I am a bad person, somehow nasty even vile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that you do not like me, that I am worth nothing to you,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am a terrible person not worth love or friendship too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-2527984040364976549?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/2527984040364976549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/2527984040364976549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/09/ebb-and-flow.html' title='Ebb and flow....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-435985264899105353</id><published>2011-09-06T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:05:34.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusions.....</title><content type='html'>Love is just an illusion, Love is filled with pain.&lt;br /&gt;What I had&amp;nbsp;is now gone,&amp;nbsp;I have nothing left to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am unworthy,&amp;nbsp;like a sacrificial lamb.&lt;br /&gt;I gave all that I had,&amp;nbsp;gave everything I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems I am not worth loving, like a jacket left unworn.&lt;br /&gt;When I gave my love to you, my heart was being torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is left in shambles, in a twisted rolling wake.&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty and unwanted, my heart begins to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was for you to love me, was it too much for me to ask?&lt;br /&gt;Inside I feel I'm dying, I wear my smile like a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No affection, no touch or single word, of adoration or of love.&lt;br /&gt;I am ignored, cast off and pushed away just something disposed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess no one has ever really loved me, nor was my real true friend.&lt;br /&gt;I now see my whole reality, the truth came out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-435985264899105353?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/435985264899105353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/435985264899105353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/09/illusions.html' title='Illusions.....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-6858975740496385420</id><published>2011-09-04T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:30:30.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not enough.....</title><content type='html'>I see that I am not enough of a reason,&lt;br /&gt;for you to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;I see that our daughter is not enough of a reason,&lt;br /&gt;for you to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this life, my devotion not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is there not reason enough, to try to make a change?&lt;br /&gt;Is my love not&amp;nbsp;reason&amp;nbsp;enough?&lt;br /&gt;Not enough to make a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why waste this beautiful life, this beautiful day...&lt;br /&gt;Why ignore your daughter's love, my heart and soul...&lt;br /&gt;I have said all the words there are left to say.&lt;br /&gt;I am left to cry, my heart broken with a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you are doing is slowly killing you...&lt;br /&gt;While I suffer, you are killing me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried my best to give you what you lacked all those years,&lt;br /&gt;A happy home, a loving family, the material things....&lt;br /&gt;Telling you that I love you, adore you, through my tears&lt;br /&gt;But it is never enough, happiness it never brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for a drink, a bit of fun, an attempt to numb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you are doing is slowly killing you...&lt;br /&gt;While I suffer, you are killing me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-6858975740496385420?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/6858975740496385420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/6858975740496385420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-enough.html' title='Not enough.....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-1835375307047110923</id><published>2011-09-03T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T17:58:37.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and reality...</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of a loving&amp;nbsp;spouse&amp;nbsp;and picket fence&lt;br /&gt;A happy life in the future&amp;nbsp;sense.&lt;br /&gt;What I got was not in my dream,&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up, so I scream and scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drinks to forget, to unwind, to go numb&lt;br /&gt;I love him too much that I can not run&lt;br /&gt;So I cry each night in sorrow in pain,&lt;br /&gt;My tears falling down like a constant rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for what could be, could have been,&lt;br /&gt;I could never imagine my life without being with him&lt;br /&gt;His past is filled with&amp;nbsp;sorrow&amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;abandonment,&lt;br /&gt;The pain he feels I can not prevent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have scars from our past,&lt;br /&gt;from falling when we ran too fast.&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is take what we can,&lt;br /&gt;Learn and grow then start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could heal his wounds that run deep,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for help when he's fast asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I cry and plead, but it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;He has hidden stories, filled with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drinks to escape, forget and to hide,&lt;br /&gt;All the Pain, sorrow and hurt inside.&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for his, I wish I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;So I say a prayer and make a wish, hoping for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-1835375307047110923?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/1835375307047110923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/1835375307047110923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/09/dreams-and-reality.html' title='Dreams and reality...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-317612263293658090</id><published>2011-09-02T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T20:15:22.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Nightmare...</title><content type='html'>I try to live a peaceful life,&lt;br /&gt;but it constantly fills with sadness and strife.&lt;br /&gt;I walk three steps forward just to find,&lt;br /&gt;that I am still two steps behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems others hate me, love making trouble for me&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live, just want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;First it was the yard and then it was the fence&lt;br /&gt;None of this trouble makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not start it, did not want it,&lt;br /&gt;I did not ask for this, not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;Was minding my business, just living my life,&lt;br /&gt;Then she came at me with a double edged knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems&amp;nbsp;trouble is&amp;nbsp;always following me,&lt;br /&gt;like I'm&amp;nbsp;jinxed&amp;nbsp;and doomed to the third degree.&lt;br /&gt;Finish with one problem, one drama filled day,&lt;br /&gt;I find peace for one minute and then it flies far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not perfect, not beautiful or smart,&lt;br /&gt;but I try to live a love filled life with my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;I never did anything to any of them,&lt;br /&gt;but I am who they all&amp;nbsp;condemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If karma is real, then what they give me,&lt;br /&gt;they get what they give to the power of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-317612263293658090?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/317612263293658090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/317612263293658090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/09/living-nightmare.html' title='Living Nightmare...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-3632439826743664009</id><published>2011-08-05T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:32:41.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleansing...</title><content type='html'>Sage, sweetgrass, cedar, pine&lt;br /&gt;bundled together, intertwine&lt;br /&gt;Consumed&amp;nbsp;by fire, released with smoke&lt;br /&gt;my&amp;nbsp;negativity&amp;nbsp;vanish...&amp;nbsp;with each word I spoke.&lt;br /&gt;My home, my body, purify and cleanse&lt;br /&gt;magnify the good with&amp;nbsp;crystal&amp;nbsp;gems.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness, worry vanish fast&lt;br /&gt;all that was, is now the past.&lt;br /&gt;Negative people I push away,&lt;br /&gt;I want to start a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward with open heart&lt;br /&gt;with happiness is my new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-3632439826743664009?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/3632439826743664009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/3632439826743664009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/08/cleansing.html' title='Cleansing...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-731462236690761054</id><published>2011-08-01T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:23:50.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature, naturally...</title><content type='html'>Out in nature, naturally me&lt;br /&gt;Finally happy, finally free&lt;br /&gt;Free from the sadness and stress&lt;br /&gt;Escape from my life, the mess&lt;br /&gt;No problems, no bills&lt;br /&gt;No expectations to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe, I can&amp;nbsp;smile&lt;br /&gt;I walk on mile... after mile&lt;br /&gt;Bird's song, butterflies flutter&lt;br /&gt;A tiny stream's little sputter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes bright, my heart light...can this even be right?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't life always be like this?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I stay happy like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in nature I am naturally me...&lt;br /&gt;No more judgments, no one to see&lt;br /&gt;If I am fat, skinny or tall&lt;br /&gt;Out here it doesn't matter at all&lt;br /&gt;Hatred and spite have no place&lt;br /&gt;Out in nature this beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-731462236690761054?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/731462236690761054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/731462236690761054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/08/nature-naturally.html' title='Nature, naturally...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-5956033827256354567</id><published>2011-07-31T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:08:57.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coasters.....</title><content type='html'>I am so tired of the ups and downs....&lt;br /&gt;So tired of constant smiles and frowns.&lt;br /&gt;Seems my emotions are running wild...&lt;br /&gt;Like a spoiled rotten child.&lt;br /&gt;I am honestly getting&amp;nbsp;thoroughly tired....&lt;br /&gt;This is nowhere near the life I desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute I am on cloud nine,&lt;br /&gt;In the next sorrow is all mine.&lt;br /&gt;Is like my mind is playing tricks on me,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which way to be.&lt;br /&gt;Happy or sad....&amp;nbsp;mad or glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the good in each day...&lt;br /&gt;But seems the crap gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;Be it interference from others...&lt;br /&gt;Or the sadness that smothers....&lt;br /&gt;All the happiness and joy,&lt;br /&gt;That I work so hard to employ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It creeps up on me like a nightmare'&lt;br /&gt;And threatens to steal all of my air.&lt;br /&gt;Smother me slowly&amp;nbsp;until&amp;nbsp;I can not see&lt;br /&gt;All the good that is right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could shake it off for good,&lt;br /&gt;Cast it away like I know I should.&lt;br /&gt;It seems I am not strong enough...&lt;br /&gt;I know its time to get tough.&lt;br /&gt;Overcome the negative....&lt;br /&gt;Replace it with the positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight with all my might until I get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-5956033827256354567?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/5956033827256354567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/5956033827256354567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/roller-coasters.html' title='Roller Coasters.....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-6128388703171274286</id><published>2011-07-30T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:17:03.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Tried...</title><content type='html'>I have tried to wear a happy face, to be strong&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to please others, to fit in, to belong&lt;br /&gt;It seems my energy was wasted, all my efforts derail&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try, it seems I am destined to fail&lt;br /&gt;I change how I look, it works a short time&lt;br /&gt;Then I give up and revert, seems failure's all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain cuts me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;I've&amp;nbsp;felt this pain my entire life&lt;br /&gt;To try and try, to only fail&lt;br /&gt;Over and over to no avail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch the world all having fun&lt;br /&gt;It spins by in a&amp;nbsp;constant&amp;nbsp;run&lt;br /&gt;I've&amp;nbsp;never been welcomed, never fit in&lt;br /&gt;I like to pretend that I have thick skin&lt;br /&gt;But the truth remains it hurts to be I am&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am cursed, a sacrificial lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be true to the real me&lt;br /&gt;But that is not who you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Because&amp;nbsp;to be that I am unloved and unwanted&lt;br /&gt;You walk away&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;undaunted&lt;br /&gt;You do not care about the pain that I feel&lt;br /&gt;Because to you my feelings are not real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;nbsp;say I am over sensitive, to get stronger&lt;br /&gt;But I do not feel I can hold on much longer&lt;br /&gt;All I want is a good friend or two&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is honest and true&lt;br /&gt;Maybe no one will like me for me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my happiness was not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-6128388703171274286?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/6128388703171274286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/6128388703171274286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/ive-tried.html' title='I&apos;ve Tried...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-8210748386221196854</id><published>2011-07-29T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:35:46.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my walk.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Many more times than not I am a lone wolf destined to wander alone.&lt;br /&gt;I have my small pack but still most the time I am solo, rejected,&lt;br /&gt;destined to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No phone calls, no visits, no emails..... A quick visit to never be heard from again.&lt;br /&gt;Like I am an infectious poison to most.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I talk too much, come off self absorbed, selfish or worse.&lt;br /&gt;I am socially awkward, inept and inexperienced.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am no ones first pick and sometimes no ones last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wedding proposals, proms or dances... No romantic gestures of any kind,&lt;br /&gt;barely a sweet word muttered. No compliments. No birthday cards, no presents,&lt;br /&gt;no invitations.... no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if a sign resides on my chest for all to see that kinds words,&lt;br /&gt;gestures of love or friendship are not needed or wanted...&lt;br /&gt;as if I am a heartless cold soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I only fulfill a purpose and nothing else,&lt;br /&gt;that I get and deserve nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-8210748386221196854?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/8210748386221196854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/8210748386221196854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-my-walk.html' title='On my walk.....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-6655837665106132195</id><published>2011-07-23T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:22:58.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goldfish Bowl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In a goldfish bowl, watching the world spin by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Un-noticed and unheard, &amp;nbsp;the tears that I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Smiling faces and laughter are not of my own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;For this small goldfish bowl is my only home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prisoner, outcast, solitarily confined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The acceptance I felt was only in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(undiscovered Soul)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-6655837665106132195?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/6655837665106132195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/6655837665106132195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/goldfish-bowl.html' title='The Goldfish Bowl...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-1391448044689502026</id><published>2011-07-22T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:26:54.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Bird...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A little bird told me, that you no longer care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;that the love you felt, is no longer there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;When I look in your eyes, I see the pain in your heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;the sadness…. the sadness tears you apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Well it’s time my dear, to bring the joy back once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Forget the past, just walk through that old door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;For the love you seek, it never went very far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You can find it again, with the first morning’s star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;When we cloud our dreams, and darken our minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The web of our lives, all too quickly unwinds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You have only one life, today’s your one chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Fill your heart with joy, let love make you dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The love I have for you, is an unbreakable bond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It can reach to the stars and even further beyond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So just take my hand, I will journey with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I’ll stay by your side, what are you going to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Life is a special gift, wont you start with today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I am here for you, I promise I wont stray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Let the healing begin, complete from head to toe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Once you open your heart, you have so far you can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-1391448044689502026?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/1391448044689502026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/1391448044689502026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-bird.html' title='The Little Bird...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-5854035677367716214</id><published>2011-07-21T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:26:42.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I live by the motto, to give you shall receive;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But that very motto, was what you misconceive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To give freely does not permit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the giver to demand, to hate or spit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;viscous&amp;nbsp;lies, slander and hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a way for you to minipulate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You used your given gift as a hidden tool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;To play me as a puppet, to obey your every rule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;When I stayed true to my very design&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Proved to you that I still had my spine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You again picked up your gift to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and collected your refund fee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;by back bites, and&amp;nbsp;back-stabs&amp;nbsp;as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;you wear your two faced mask quite well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Full of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;antagonism, hostility and hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;A dejected lonely life may be your fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;You preached compassion, kindness and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;but those are what your devoid of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;with one hand you gave me a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;with the&amp;nbsp;other&amp;nbsp;you hit me quite swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-5854035677367716214?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/5854035677367716214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/5854035677367716214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/gift.html' title='The Gift...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-7576785107312127608</id><published>2011-07-20T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:26:27.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My book...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do not judge my book, by the stories of which were told;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The pages were left untouched, only lies were what was sold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do not judge my book by it's cover, the pages left un-turned;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The treasures sit undiscovered, the truth remains un-learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For there is more to me, than what can be taken at face value;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There is far more to me, than what tall tales can misconstrue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-7576785107312127608?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/7576785107312127608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/7576785107312127608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-book.html' title='My book...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-2157091612363144992</id><published>2011-07-19T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:26:10.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You said....</title><content type='html'>You said that you loved me, that&amp;nbsp;you'd&amp;nbsp;always be there&lt;br /&gt;You said that you'd do anything, you said that you care&lt;br /&gt;But the tide has turned, threat to wash out to sea&lt;br /&gt;All that we built, all that was you and was me&lt;br /&gt;My soul dies inside with each breath that I take&lt;br /&gt;A piece withers away, my poor heart it does break&lt;br /&gt;So I lay on my side, and swallow my fate&lt;br /&gt;As I feel the tide turn, your love into hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-2157091612363144992?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/2157091612363144992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/2157091612363144992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-said.html' title='You said....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-9212851259174219515</id><published>2011-07-18T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T10:09:04.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun House Mirrors...</title><content type='html'>All through your life&lt;br /&gt;was struggle and strife&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;the truth did not hide&lt;br /&gt;You felt alone and jaded&lt;br /&gt;sometimes judged and hated&lt;br /&gt;Your self esteem was quite low&lt;br /&gt;but you did not allow it to show&lt;br /&gt;your life under constant dissection&lt;br /&gt;your pain needed direction&lt;br /&gt;when you found a pure being&lt;br /&gt;who's life was clean and gleaming&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;rising above their own strife&lt;br /&gt;and still enjoy a happy life&lt;br /&gt;so your pain did compound&lt;br /&gt;with their joyful happiness around&lt;br /&gt;you attacked without a care&lt;br /&gt;your pain was yours to share&lt;br /&gt;to point the blame onto others&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;your hate and pain it smothers&lt;br /&gt;removing the happiness and joy&lt;br /&gt;any tactic you employ&lt;br /&gt;to make others look bad&lt;br /&gt;do to them what others had&lt;br /&gt;done to you for many years&lt;br /&gt;your hands are stained with their tears&lt;br /&gt;for you find joy in their suffering&lt;br /&gt;their happiness&amp;nbsp;you're&amp;nbsp;coveting&lt;br /&gt;through&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;pain you find happiness&lt;br /&gt;you find joy in their distress&lt;br /&gt;you live your life unforgiving&lt;br /&gt;but you'll get back what your giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-9212851259174219515?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/9212851259174219515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/9212851259174219515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-house-mirrors.html' title='Fun House Mirrors...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-5908488827158224951</id><published>2011-07-17T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:53:43.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth and lies....</title><content type='html'>The truth has come out,&lt;br /&gt;Spit like venom….&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;from your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Putrid acid…&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;of your words&lt;br /&gt;Echo in my head……&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;like sharp swords&lt;br /&gt;Slashed away all.…..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;that was built&lt;br /&gt;You want me pained……&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;filled with guilt&lt;br /&gt;My heart destroyed….&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;filled with bile&lt;br /&gt;Played as a pawn…&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;all the while&lt;br /&gt;You’re the master…&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;pulled my strings&lt;br /&gt;Made me your puppet…&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;of all things&lt;br /&gt;A sacrifice…&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;for your cause&lt;br /&gt;To break free….&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;from your bars&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;You spin lies….&lt;br /&gt;And deceit&lt;br /&gt;But watch your hands…&lt;br /&gt;And your feet&lt;br /&gt;For both are dirty….&lt;br /&gt;And impure&lt;br /&gt;Now covered…&lt;br /&gt;In your own manure&lt;br /&gt;For we get ….&lt;br /&gt;What we give&lt;br /&gt;And we spread....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;how we live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-5908488827158224951?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/5908488827158224951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/5908488827158224951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/truth-and-lies.html' title='Truth and lies....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-4723988307832649502</id><published>2011-07-16T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:25:36.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No One But Me....</title><content type='html'>No one but me, knows just how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To walk through this life,&amp;nbsp;Like a fish wearing heels&lt;br /&gt;I feel out of place, so&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;alone&lt;br /&gt;Unworthy of love, as if the sun never shone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems life is a waste, like some sort of joke&lt;br /&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;ignored and unwanted, feeling like&amp;nbsp;Carney&amp;nbsp;folk.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are like phantoms, unnoticed, unseen&lt;br /&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;treated like garbage, as if an unfeeling machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart just keeps dying, each chance the I give&lt;br /&gt;This life is a hell, that I don't want to re-live.&lt;br /&gt;Do unto others, as they'll do to you&lt;br /&gt;but not once in my life, has this ever been true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-4723988307832649502?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/4723988307832649502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/4723988307832649502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-one-but-me.html' title='No One But Me....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283734294022795295.post-1633666166705492131</id><published>2011-07-15T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:22:32.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes....</title><content type='html'>Some things are weighing heavy on my mind, realizing some things never change...&lt;br /&gt;I am just a lowly soul rolling with the tide, wishing I could drift out to sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are still weighing heavy on my mind, I now know I must deal with and accept my past for what it was (found truth within the lies, found lies within the truth)&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I must find peace and comfort in my present so that the future may one day come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Undiscovered Soul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-1633666166705492131?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/1633666166705492131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/1633666166705492131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/thus-far.html' 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I will have to&amp;nbsp;invite&amp;nbsp;people to read it, which is a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/283734294022795295-2881038316896815315?l=undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/2881038316896815315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/283734294022795295/posts/default/2881038316896815315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undiscovered-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins:'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubkvx5ir88k/TP07VApZS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eRpp3La5hjk/S220/newest%2B072%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
