<?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-5049099</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:54:53.159+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Poems</title><subtitle type='html'>These are some romantical poems I wrote when I was in what will have to pass for my John Cusack stage. Maybe one day I will get back there.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Herc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08842115446646507104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049099.post-89083200</id><published>2004-01-23T16:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:55:25.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved Seeker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i imagine you,         &lt;br /&gt;out there,     &lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;on the peak of a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Overlooking It..&lt;br /&gt;The World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This... &lt;br /&gt;is where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn’t scare me at all,        &lt;br /&gt;that you might fall,&lt;br /&gt;because i Know...  &lt;br /&gt;if You Did...  &lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;You Would Fly!          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with such grace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That It...                 &lt;br /&gt;The World...        &lt;br /&gt;would look up at you...&lt;br /&gt;... and Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forests, mountains, meadows, valleys rivers, oceans... &lt;br /&gt;all precious because they are so...&lt;br /&gt;precious because they are with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This... &lt;br /&gt;Is where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Where i would see you,    &lt;br /&gt;and be with you,&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;And  touch  you,&lt;br /&gt;Love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes...      &lt;br /&gt;sometimes i see You...      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderous You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of It...        &lt;br /&gt;The World...     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in It...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cannot see It... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the parts of It i &lt;br /&gt;want you to see...&lt;br /&gt;Need you to see...   &lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;Desperately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It...         &lt;br /&gt;The World...      &lt;br /&gt;cannot see you.   &lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                               Your beauty...&lt;br /&gt;                                               Your self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    please  please  please&lt;br /&gt;                       see what i see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             see around the corners...&lt;br /&gt;                                 what your eyes cannot show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See It,&lt;br /&gt;      And Embrace It...        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World...  &lt;br /&gt;      Your World...            &lt;br /&gt;Your Life...     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           All of It awaits you,&lt;br /&gt;                       You need only go to it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you belong.   &lt;br /&gt;In It.   &lt;br /&gt;The World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Where I can see you,      &lt;br /&gt;and be with you,&lt;br /&gt;                                       And  touch  you,&lt;br /&gt;                                              Love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5049099-89083200?l=ineland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049099/posts/default/89083200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049099/posts/default/89083200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineland.blogspot.com/2004_01_23_archive.html#89083200' title=''/><author><name>Herc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08842115446646507104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049099.post-107487034142750305</id><published>2004-01-22T16:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:07:43.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lit up by moon beams, I do row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So slowly through black night&lt;br /&gt;It's not at all the nicest place&lt;br /&gt;  No piece of life in sight.&lt;br /&gt;So I row on and smile at you,&lt;br /&gt;  My muse's guiding light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I am for now at least,&lt;br /&gt;  I sure hope not for long.&lt;br /&gt;Before you came I could not sleep&lt;br /&gt;  But now you keep me strong.&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I close my eyes and lose your light,&lt;br /&gt;  I hear your wondrous song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lullaby sweeps me away&lt;br /&gt;  To a far off silly place&lt;br /&gt;Where's magic's all about; and I&lt;br /&gt;  Can see your pretty face,&lt;br /&gt;And all of you, and others too&lt;br /&gt;  In a mad advent'rous race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you doing many things&lt;br /&gt;  That I would like to do&lt;br /&gt;And as I watch I almost feel&lt;br /&gt;  Like I am there with you.&lt;br /&gt;So when I wake I row a long&lt;br /&gt;  Toward a life that's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wonders will my muse see next?&lt;br /&gt;  I wonder as I row&lt;br /&gt;What people, places, treasures, shall&lt;br /&gt;  You find where next you go?&lt;br /&gt;And when I land upon your shores&lt;br /&gt;  What travels shall we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dreams I see you ev'ry night&lt;br /&gt;  And each morning I find&lt;br /&gt;Another of your strange exploits&lt;br /&gt;  Embedded in my mind&lt;br /&gt;What mysteries this odd place holds&lt;br /&gt;  This world of yours and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ine. Though now you're just a dream&lt;br /&gt;  I see you clear as day.&lt;br /&gt;And this endless time I'll take you to&lt;br /&gt;  Can be our field of play.&lt;br /&gt;And on I'll dream and steer toward life and you&lt;br /&gt;  Till we are swept away.&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/5049099-107487034142750305?l=ineland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049099/posts/default/107487034142750305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049099/posts/default/107487034142750305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineland.blogspot.com/2004_01_22_archive.html#107487034142750305' title=''/><author><name>Herc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08842115446646507104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049099.post-107487035658848312</id><published>2004-01-21T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:08:08.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why did we ever leave that room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;wearing nothing but my shirt,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me,&lt;br /&gt;smiling back.&lt;br /&gt;Watching&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;so many colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your plump,&lt;br /&gt;Smooth legs&lt;br /&gt;crossed Indian style&lt;br /&gt;beneath you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just&lt;br /&gt;a little while&lt;br /&gt;since I had them&lt;br /&gt;Caressing,&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing,&lt;br /&gt;Kissing them,&lt;br /&gt;Tasting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while&lt;br /&gt;since I felt&lt;br /&gt;Your lips&lt;br /&gt;on my forehead&lt;br /&gt;Cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Chin&lt;br /&gt;Ears.&lt;br /&gt;How can&lt;br /&gt;Your lips,&lt;br /&gt;Your body&lt;br /&gt;be so warm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd laugh&lt;br /&gt;as I'd kiss&lt;br /&gt;and suck&lt;br /&gt;at your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head&lt;br /&gt;Resting&lt;br /&gt;on your bare breast&lt;br /&gt;in silence&lt;br /&gt;Listening&lt;br /&gt;to you heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua sutter&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/5049099-107487035658848312?l=ineland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049099/posts/default/107487035658848312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049099/posts/default/107487035658848312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineland.blogspot.com/2004_01_21_archive.html#107487035658848312' title=''/><author><name>Herc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08842115446646507104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049099.post-107487212388165267</id><published>2004-01-18T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:42:03.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this feeling I have&lt;br /&gt;when I'm with you...&lt;br /&gt;like this wave of comfort...&lt;br /&gt;-no-&lt;br /&gt;Joy... running through...&lt;br /&gt;through me...&lt;br /&gt;through my bones...&lt;br /&gt;through my soul...&lt;br /&gt;through the world,&lt;br /&gt;making it spin...&lt;br /&gt;making everything spin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in beautiful beautiful circles&lt;br /&gt;circles that rock me&lt;br /&gt;rock my soul&lt;br /&gt;shaking it to the core&lt;br /&gt;till it's ready to burst&lt;br /&gt;till I'm ready to cry&lt;br /&gt;and scream!&lt;br /&gt;-no-&lt;br /&gt;Howl! Up to the God!&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;that makes those waves&lt;br /&gt;that warm my soul&lt;br /&gt;"THE WORLD SPINS!!!..."&lt;br /&gt;I HOWL!!!...&lt;br /&gt;"AND THAT MAKES ME WHOLE!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves of comfort, joy...&lt;br /&gt;love...&lt;br /&gt;they spin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in beautiful beautiful circles&lt;br /&gt;completing me&lt;br /&gt;and the world&lt;br /&gt;and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ine,&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I met you the world didn't spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5049099-107487212388165267?l=ineland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049099/posts/default/107487212388165267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049099/posts/default/107487212388165267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineland.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107487212388165267' title=''/><author><name>Herc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08842115446646507104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049099.post-107443102778022400</id><published>2004-01-17T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T14:15:31.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes&lt;br /&gt;I remember Icarus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  no&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True&lt;br /&gt;Your fires are so much brighter, hotter, purer&lt;br /&gt;Than those of his beloved killer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Because my wings are stronger than his&lt;br /&gt;My desire to know you, so much more powerful, than his to know it&lt;br /&gt;It flies me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far off shining burning star&lt;br /&gt;You are not so far away&lt;br /&gt;To stop me from coming&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't be that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in black darkness&lt;br /&gt;How I long to unwrap you&lt;br /&gt;I would tear away the night's sky with my bare hands&lt;br /&gt;So that I could see you and only you&lt;br /&gt;All of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will dive into your flames&lt;br /&gt;They will encompass my body&lt;br /&gt;And I will not burn except for that good deep burn I love so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn Me&lt;br /&gt;With your sheer presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat Me&lt;br /&gt;With your passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm Me&lt;br /&gt;With your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill Me&lt;br /&gt;With it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would die a happy death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5049099-107443102778022400?l=ineland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049099/posts/default/107443102778022400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049099/posts/default/107443102778022400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineland.blogspot.com/2004_01_17_archive.html#107443102778022400' title=''/><author><name>Herc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08842115446646507104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
