<?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-1089797706468477786</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:13:49.866-07:00</updated><category term='starling'/><title type='text'>Thomas Edison Poetry Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089797706468477786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thomas Edison Poetry Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11060659856360030274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bfp0V_ZpbNA/SzIYRCuyQfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/m8qxIQy4ci4/S220/poetry-716522%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089797706468477786.post-4194605554590314733</id><published>2009-12-23T05:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:26:00.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starling'/><title type='text'>star light</title><content type='html'>Musical Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me music is the remedy for lifes troubles&lt;br /&gt;It's like a cushion of big happy bubbles&lt;br /&gt;When I'm down and feel sadness I can't endure&lt;br /&gt;I turn on a little music and its the best cure&lt;br /&gt;I always feel heart broken and misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;But I hum a small tune and everything's good&lt;br /&gt;Soft R&amp;amp;B is the best type for me&lt;br /&gt;When i listen to it, I'm as happy as can be&lt;br /&gt;Music is melody, rhythm and harmony in all&lt;br /&gt;Without one of these, it's nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O what a joy it is to watch and draw beautiful art!&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason i end up taking them apart&lt;br /&gt;The marvelous colors and designs&lt;br /&gt;That appears magnificent and divine&lt;br /&gt;The joyful textures and combinations&lt;br /&gt;All these used for blissful carnations&lt;br /&gt;There are drawings that trick the mind&lt;br /&gt;And make it seem as if your blind&lt;br /&gt;When i draw my pictures I express myself&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to display them all on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;But for now they'll continue to wither away&lt;br /&gt;Until I can find a safe place for them to stay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Leaf&lt;br /&gt;A single red leaf,&lt;br /&gt;Falling from a tree&lt;br /&gt;It's alone and empty&lt;br /&gt;An outcast to others&lt;br /&gt;"It's just a leaf"&lt;br /&gt;"It's not important"&lt;br /&gt;That's what they all say&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone is important&lt;br /&gt;It may be different&lt;br /&gt;Not like the others&lt;br /&gt;But its still a leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may look different from one another&lt;br /&gt;But in one way or the other...we're all the same&lt;br /&gt;And we're all human....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamed about about it&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a bottomless pit&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it everywhere, everyday&lt;br /&gt;It's a price we all have to pay&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of death, very much&lt;br /&gt;I fear the day when I'm in it's dark kluch&lt;br /&gt;Death is the natural, but it gives me a scare&lt;br /&gt;I try talking about it, but no one seems to care&lt;br /&gt;It's in everything I watch and hear&lt;br /&gt;It's the one thing I fear&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna loose a loved one&lt;br /&gt;The everlasting grief would weigh a ton&lt;br /&gt;Death is never easy for a person&lt;br /&gt;Although the pain may worsen&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to go through it&lt;br /&gt;Not even the slighttest bit&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll have to someday&lt;br /&gt;When my life will decay&lt;br /&gt;But will I go to hell?&lt;br /&gt;Or live forever to tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089797706468477786-4194605554590314733?l=thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bfp0V_ZpbNA/SzIYRCuyQfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/m8qxIQy4ci4/S220/poetry-716522%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089797706468477786.post-4971850946863614651</id><published>2009-12-23T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:25:58.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starling'/><title type='text'>star light</title><content type='html'>Musical Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me music is the remedy for lifes troubles&lt;br /&gt;It's like a cushion of big happy bubbles&lt;br /&gt;When I'm down and feel sadness I can't endure&lt;br /&gt;I turn on a little music and its the best cure&lt;br /&gt;I always feel heart broken and misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;But I hum a small tune and everything's good&lt;br /&gt;Soft R&amp;amp;B is the best type for me&lt;br /&gt;When i listen to it, I'm as happy as can be&lt;br /&gt;Music is melody, rhythm and harmony in all&lt;br /&gt;Without one of these, it's nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O what a joy it is to watch and draw beautiful art!&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason i end up taking them apart&lt;br /&gt;The marvelous colors and designs&lt;br /&gt;That appears magnificent and divine&lt;br /&gt;The joyful textures and combinations&lt;br /&gt;All these used for blissful carnations&lt;br /&gt;There are drawings that trick the mind&lt;br /&gt;And make it seem as if your blind&lt;br /&gt;When i draw my pictures I express myself&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to display them all on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;But for now they'll continue to wither away&lt;br /&gt;Until I can find a safe place for them to stay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Leaf&lt;br /&gt;A single red leaf,&lt;br /&gt;Falling from a tree&lt;br /&gt;It's alone and empty&lt;br /&gt;An outcast to others&lt;br /&gt;"It's just a leaf"&lt;br /&gt;"It's not important"&lt;br /&gt;That's what they all say&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone is important&lt;br /&gt;It may be different&lt;br /&gt;Not like the others&lt;br /&gt;But its still a leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may look different from one another&lt;br /&gt;But in one way or the other...we're all the same&lt;br /&gt;And we're all human....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamed about about it&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a bottomless pit&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it everywhere, everyday&lt;br /&gt;It's a price we all have to pay&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of death, very much&lt;br /&gt;I fear the day when I'm in it's dark kluch&lt;br /&gt;Death is the natural, but it gives me a scare&lt;br /&gt;I try talking about it, but no one seems to care&lt;br /&gt;It's in everything I watch and hear&lt;br /&gt;It's the one thing I fear&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna loose a loved one&lt;br /&gt;The everlasting grief would weigh a ton&lt;br /&gt;Death is never easy for a person&lt;br /&gt;Although the pain may worsen&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to go through it&lt;br /&gt;Not even the slighttest bit&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll have to someday&lt;br /&gt;When my life will decay&lt;br /&gt;But will I go to hell?&lt;br /&gt;Or live forever to tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089797706468477786-4971850946863614651?l=thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4971850946863614651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089797706468477786&amp;postID=4971850946863614651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>I'm a rapper&lt;br /&gt;I'm as cool as the next thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rapper&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with my Bling Bling&lt;br /&gt;I talk in improper English form&lt;br /&gt;Cause in society that seems to be the norm&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a cool black kid who acts all tough&lt;br /&gt;Even 5 years olds know I'm hot stuff&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me because I'm the shit&lt;br /&gt;Try to mess with me and I'll tell you to cool it&lt;br /&gt;Bitches, Hoes, and STD's&lt;br /&gt;That's all I rap about even my momma agrees&lt;br /&gt;Well that's my story as you must know&lt;br /&gt;I'm the black rapper whose academically slow&lt;br /&gt;I value rapping neighborhoods above all things&lt;br /&gt;Because the other ones make me feel like I'm in Beijing&lt;br /&gt;Remember my name Howard Allen you hear&lt;br /&gt;The rapper who could never be an aerospace engineer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089797706468477786-3331648152489823399?l=thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3331648152489823399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089797706468477786&amp;postID=3331648152489823399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089797706468477786/posts/default/3331648152489823399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089797706468477786/posts/default/3331648152489823399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-rapper-by-howard-allen-pseudonym.html' title='&quot;I&apos;M A RAPPER&quot; by: Howard Allen (Pseudonym)'/><author><name>Thomas Edison Poetry Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11060659856360030274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bfp0V_ZpbNA/SzIYRCuyQfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/m8qxIQy4ci4/S220/poetry-716522%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089797706468477786.post-5963731036769663421</id><published>2009-10-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:36:12.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Life</title><content type='html'>Life has never been so tough&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta say, it's kinda rough&lt;br /&gt;So life is hard, and getting worse&lt;br /&gt;So to this life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089797706468477786-5963731036769663421?l=thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bfp0V_ZpbNA/SzIYRCuyQfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/m8qxIQy4ci4/S220/poetry-716522%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089797706468477786.post-8980662449372242732</id><published>2009-04-24T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:01:02.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love" by, urz truly (Pseudonym)</title><content type='html'>Love can be so ravishing at times.&lt;br /&gt;Then at times it can make you so despondent.&lt;br /&gt;These are not just lines.&lt;br /&gt;You might feel palpitations.&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden a conflagration.&lt;br /&gt;It’s motley of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;People can become fatuous.&lt;br /&gt;Not very perspicacious.&lt;br /&gt;Some one can become roguish and other histrionic.&lt;br /&gt;Why do they blather on and, on why not just be laconic.&lt;br /&gt;Love is ineffable.&lt;br /&gt;But your destiny might be immutable.&lt;br /&gt;Love can make you noxious.&lt;br /&gt;Makes people pugnacious. .at the end it might be pestiferous, and onerous.&lt;br /&gt;If you got targeted by love arrow.&lt;br /&gt;It might turn out to be a fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;When you reminisce about that time you might fell trepidation like a temblor broken into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;There might not be anyone to kindle up your life.&lt;br /&gt;Love is love what can be said?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089797706468477786-8980662449372242732?l=thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8980662449372242732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089797706468477786&amp;postID=8980662449372242732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Rapper"  By, Howard Allen (Pseudonym)</title><content type='html'>I'm a rapper&lt;br /&gt;I'm as cool as the next thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rapper&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with my Bling Bling&lt;br /&gt;I talk in improper English form&lt;br /&gt;Cause in society that seems to be the norm&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a cool black kid who acts all tough&lt;br /&gt;Even 5 years olds know I'm hot stuff&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me because I'm the s***&lt;br /&gt;Try to mess with me and I'll tell you to cool it&lt;br /&gt;B*****, H***, and STD's&lt;br /&gt;That's all I rap about even my momma agrees&lt;br /&gt;Well that's my story as you must know&lt;br /&gt;I'm the black rapper whose academically slow&lt;br /&gt;I value rapping neighborhoods above all things&lt;br /&gt;Because the other ones make me feel like I'm in Beijing&lt;br /&gt;Remember my name Howard Allen you hear&lt;br /&gt;The rapper who could never be an aerospace engineer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089797706468477786-6174493345292996777?l=thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6174493345292996777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089797706468477786&amp;postID=6174493345292996777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089797706468477786/posts/default/6174493345292996777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089797706468477786/posts/default/6174493345292996777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasedisonpoetryblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-rapper-by-howard-allen-pseudonym.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m A Rapper&quot;  By, Howard Allen (Pseudonym)'/><author><name>Thomas Edison Poetry 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