<?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-5271181869619202056</id><updated>2011-12-31T02:26:24.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INSIDE MY HEAD</title><subtitle type='html'>Some frail attempts at poetry and prose by someone brimming with life but with too much to die for!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-3711070810884253372</id><published>2011-12-31T02:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-31T02:26:24.715+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Verses (12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dawn is breaking and my eyes are red;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of what I've done and what I've said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems I haven't done a thing but instead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been stuck with thoughts of you in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that the day would came to pass, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we'd both build something to last;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dream onto which we could hold fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Build a future together; forget the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be there to make sure you don't weep;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Climb mountains for you no matter how steep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the best part of the day when I get to sleep;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of memories that I'll forever keep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cool night air takes me far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a place; a dream I wish I could stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For there lies the maiden ever so fair;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'tis none but you with your flowing hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it starts to drizzle I feel the flow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wish it would last till tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For in my dream time seems to slow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walk in the rain with you in tow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the echoes of a melody dark and deep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And perched as I now 'pon hills e'er so steep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel it from the valley of my soul like a gentle weep; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working it's way up from below upto my mind's keep - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filling it with such sorrow as I lay me down to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-3711070810884253372?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-5828664504044964849</id><published>2011-01-31T11:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:40:18.418+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Echoes in the Dark</title><content type='html'>'tween happiness and sorrow some wait for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that perhaps they'll be struck by cupid's arrow;&lt;br /&gt;Lying asleep they paint the most beautiful picture,&lt;br /&gt;Of the world and a future so filled with rapture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the darkness some souls they remain,&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the sadness of an endless refrain;&lt;br /&gt;Bound and broken they weep and they pray,&lt;br /&gt;That their sorrow and torment won't last another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived both lives and I know the feel;&lt;br /&gt;Hope and despair so vague yet so very real.&lt;br /&gt;But tonight in these few seconds that I am awake,&lt;br /&gt;There's just one wish that I'd like to make -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you'd be here so I could hold you just once, but then again no;&lt;br /&gt;If I held you now, I'd want to hold you again and I'd never let go.&lt;br /&gt;For we could be symphonies you and I,&lt;br /&gt;Even if life's melodies were low or high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight if you were here I'd hold you and I won't let go,&lt;br /&gt;As I whisper softly for you, a tune to keep us till tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-5828664504044964849?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/5828664504044964849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=5828664504044964849' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/5828664504044964849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/5828664504044964849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2011/01/echo-of-hope.html' title='Echoes in the Dark'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-2154285857137330684</id><published>2010-10-24T18:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-25T03:38:55.165+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Lady In Black</title><content type='html'>As I lay asleep 'pon my bed in the dead of night,&lt;br /&gt;I hear her whispers - her voice calling out to me.&lt;br /&gt;I know she'll come again to share her dark delight,&lt;br /&gt;The lady in black - and I'll share her sweet misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eyes like the rain she starts to pull me in -&lt;br /&gt;She takes my hand and with cold hands she grips.&lt;br /&gt;I feel her touch and I can resist no more, I give in;&lt;br /&gt;Pleading once more for a taste of her tainted lips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent, she leads me on - out into the night,&lt;br /&gt;And in the moonlight our dreams take flight.&lt;br /&gt;The skies pour but my lady she doesn't care -&lt;br /&gt;In the cold rain we share our little nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to tremble, caught in her cold embrace.&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes; in the dim light I see her face -&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful eyes that shall haunt me forevermore,&lt;br /&gt;For the lady in black, she's just worth dying for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles; then with her hands she pulls me closer,&lt;br /&gt;And softly she whispers words I'll always remember.&lt;br /&gt;Then with the rush of a cold wind she's gone, I shiver;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the rain, waiting, lost in a dream without her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-2154285857137330684?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/2154285857137330684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=2154285857137330684' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/2154285857137330684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/2154285857137330684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2010/10/lady-in-black.html' title='The Lady In Black'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-1033524745130024743</id><published>2010-04-06T20:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:23:30.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Verses (11)</title><content type='html'>Another day, and I just got old;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in bed feeling rather cold.&lt;br /&gt;If ever I had a magical charm,&lt;br /&gt;I'd wish for you to keep me warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trials of the heart are the hardest to bear -&lt;br /&gt;They worry you though you try not to care.&lt;br /&gt;But 'tis human nature in the pursuit of love,&lt;br /&gt;To do bad things if the heart's just had enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a moment I could fore'er keep,&lt;br /&gt;From memories hidden somewhere deep,&lt;br /&gt;It'd be the day we met - your smile so sweet;&lt;br /&gt;How you charmed me in ways e'er so discreet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream in colours blue,&lt;br /&gt;But as of late when I'm lying in bed,&lt;br /&gt;I only see dreams in colours red -&lt;br /&gt;Red means I'm thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I tread the path of dreams tonight once more,&lt;br /&gt;Thru the passages in my mind I enter that open door.&lt;br /&gt;Inside you'll be there to help be drown my sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hide away till morning comes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perched on the terrace beneath the shade of a blue night,&lt;br /&gt;I stare out into the darkness and pretend I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice echoes in my head and I'd call you on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;But I've got theories to learn and passages to read tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll close my eyes and think of you again,&lt;br /&gt;And in my mind's eye I'll stare at that picture of you.&lt;br /&gt;As minutes turn to hours I'll get by and pretend,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not alone; that I was somewhere with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence fills my mind with emotions in shades red &amp;amp; blue;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts in my mind that seem to float round images of you.&lt;br /&gt;Red for the passion that you stir within this tired heart;&lt;br /&gt;Blue for the emptiness in knowing that we are so far apart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-1033524745130024743?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/1033524745130024743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=1033524745130024743' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/1033524745130024743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/1033524745130024743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-verses-11.html' title='Random Verses (11)'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-6507871544227644303</id><published>2010-02-24T02:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-24T02:40:38.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From This Heart Painted Black</title><content type='html'>As I lie down to sleep, I know she's crying;&lt;br /&gt;With every breath I take she weeps for me.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, and try to get to sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;But in the darkness I feel her surround me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is just around the corner -&lt;br /&gt;We should be laughing; deeply in love.&lt;br /&gt;But things have changed as I've grown older,&lt;br /&gt;This troubled heart, it's just had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hold you for one last time;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to you of times you've had with me.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's cruel, but tell me is it a crime,&lt;br /&gt;To walk where this heart of mine takes me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave, or tell you goodbye;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it all back and change this ending.&lt;br /&gt;But now you've bled this heart all but dry,&lt;br /&gt;And all it yearns for is a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever forget you; yes I never will -&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do will remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;I pray someday if my heart's beating still,&lt;br /&gt;It will find it's way back... back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-6507871544227644303?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/6507871544227644303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=6507871544227644303' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/6507871544227644303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/6507871544227644303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-this-heart-painted-black.html' title='From This Heart Painted Black'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-5024517841323537545</id><published>2009-10-06T01:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:56:44.498+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ballad of the Broken</title><content type='html'>The walls you've built I understand -&lt;br /&gt;You must've tried hard; built them by hand.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll come a knockin' every once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;For these legs won't last me another mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to shelter me from demons my own.&lt;br /&gt;The smiles you gave, the care you've shown;&lt;br /&gt;I did not deserve them, nor did I realise -&lt;br /&gt;I'd need them so much as this heart slowly dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've always wanted to know me better -&lt;br /&gt;You waited patiently but alas I never&lt;br /&gt;Walked in thru the door you kept open;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as slowly it closed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started on my way like I always have;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to hide my guilt with a smile or a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;And as it was it wasn't long before&lt;br /&gt;I found I'd left my heart there at your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballads we've shared; each and every line -&lt;br /&gt;I've kept them safe and many a time,&lt;br /&gt;I read them again and for a while,&lt;br /&gt;I'd remember how you always made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if the light fades and it gets cold inside,&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like taking a walk outside -&lt;br /&gt;Open the door and you'll find me waiting;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I'd promise I won't ever be leaving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-5024517841323537545?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/5024517841323537545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=5024517841323537545' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/5024517841323537545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/5024517841323537545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/10/ballad-of-broken.html' title='Ballad of the Broken'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-637030911994660710</id><published>2009-09-03T02:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:20:21.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>With the sorrow and pain I bear,&lt;br /&gt;I search for a face that'll care.&lt;br /&gt;But I can think of only you my dear;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How I wish that you were near!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire still burns inside this heart;&lt;br /&gt;On it shall rage though we are apart.&lt;br /&gt;My lips, tainted with the taste of yours;&lt;br /&gt;Though words fail me my love endures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I'd met you much earlier,&lt;br /&gt;For the precious times we had together -&lt;br /&gt;They ne'er seem enough to satisfy;&lt;br /&gt;I am helpless against these tears I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days drift on and I am alone;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares - to each his own.&lt;br /&gt;But you were mine, yes you were -&lt;br /&gt;Before these tears e'er so bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gaze ahead into the still darkness;&lt;br /&gt;Empty and longing for your caress.&lt;br /&gt;I cry your name out into the distance;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing -  just the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me calling out to you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think of the love we knew?&lt;br /&gt;And if you remember what we had,&lt;br /&gt;Does it ever make you feel sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in all that time in yesteryears,&lt;br /&gt;I was always there to catch your tears.&lt;br /&gt;But now my hands are numb with fear,&lt;br /&gt;And I call for you, but you are not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind picks up, the cold seeps in,&lt;br /&gt;And though the fire still burns within -&lt;br /&gt;It starts to wither and I shed a tear;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How I wish that you were here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-637030911994660710?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/637030911994660710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=637030911994660710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/637030911994660710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/637030911994660710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/09/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-4871259575612814822</id><published>2009-07-04T03:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:51:45.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Between Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am cold. The incessant downpour during the past week has left me cold – not so much on the outside (those who know me I am sure will know what I am talking about), but rather on the inside. I am empty. Something – physical, abstract, real or a figment of my imagination – has hollowed me out; whatever fire was raging inside me is now nothing more than a few lingering embers. I try to keep myself warm, but my hands have become numb, and even my breath seems to be laced with an air of emptiness – a cold, dead sigh escapes from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Is this what I have become?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The days have gone by too quickly – and so has my sense of reality. I am at a loss trying to remember when it was I last wrote. But still, I remember with what emotional fervor I used to write – every rhyme, every line in my poems wrought with an undercurrent of tears – of joy and of pain. I remember the nights out in the darkness, staring up at the sky, beckoning to The Man Upstairs to show me a purpose for living the life I do. Then, there were the nights where I’d lie in bed, with nothing but distant echoes to keep me company, still wearing the smile from thinking about that fair maiden or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I close my eyes. I take myself back to those days under the remorseless sun, riding a bright red bicycle to class. The sun was harsh, and I was harsh upon myself too – I was much thinner, and my eyes betrayed the many nights I’d gone without sleep. Still, I was content. It was unpleasant, it was hell, but it was a hell whose fires could only burn to bring the dogged determination within me. I felt alive. I was living. But hell it seems, comes in many forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am home. It’s summer vacation. Family, friends, good food – what more do you want? Well, I’ve found out the hard way that there’s so much more to life than the simple pleasures we simply love to whimper about. Amidst the anxiety I felt to be back home, I have forgotten what it was to be me. Here I am catered to by my loving family; all my needs looked after. I barely have to lift a finger. But there’s a problem – I feel empty. I sit down; I search my soul for emotions – feelings of love, joy, happiness. It is not there. A prevailing sadness overcomes any desire to communicate, to socialize. I have become an emotional recluse. It is a startling realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Having been away in a foreign land, lost in my determination to fulfill my obligations to family and society, I have inadvertently and inevitably bid farewell to the life I knew. I come home – the streets, the houses are the same. But they are not. No, that cannot be. It is I who is not the same. I used to walk these streets – finding happiness in the faces of passers-by. Now they look sad. No, that cannot be. It is I who has become sad, devoid of emotion. I call upon old friends – they used to smile and laugh and play. Now they sit quietly in some corner and smile at me. They know that I am not the same. I want to be the same. I want to feel again. I want to take myself back to the time when I’d sing a ballad under the window of some lass under the night sky with my closest friends beside me. I want to… … … there are just so many things I wish I could do again. But no, the window is never open now – the lass has long gone, my friends too. The figures before me have their faces, but they are not the friends I once knew. They have moved on with life’s journey, while I… remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My hands start to shake. Somewhere deep inside… I feel a warmness start to resonate. Slowly but surely it spreads; my heart long frozen begins to thaw. I breathe – the air around me tastes different – it seems so much more alive! My hands once numb from the cold now reach out and begin to write - a poem perhaps? No, the words are not poetic; the lines are much too long. Then what am I writing? A ballad overflowing with rapture surely… but no – the words that flow from my hands are sad, dreary. I write two verses then I stop. It stops. My hands will write no more. I stare at what I’ve just written, and as I stare blankly at it a whisper, a soft voice starts singing in my head. A tune! I have written the words to a song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My eyes light up – after so long I’ve written again! I immediately rush out of the toilet (!), and with my phone (where the words are written) I call a friend from my old band:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude! I just had a great idea for a song! We should totally work on this!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? I said I just had… oh! Sorry. Enjoy your dinner. I’ll call you later… um… it’s really great…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dammit.”&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while since I’ve updated my blog. Even at this very moment my face is turning red and my nose is getting bigger by the second – I am embarrassed. I’ve had writer’s block… is my attempt at an excuse. Well, recently though, I managed to pen some lyrics to a song that me and the guys from my old band are working on, and it gave me a desire to write something more. As in the passage above, I did come up with them while in the toilet. As usual I had let my mind wander off quite far and all of a sudden the following lines came to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Never felt this way, in this life I'm leading;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm here to stay, I'm feeling weak I'm bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;My soul escapes from me, only death is waiting;&lt;br /&gt;For all eternity, I've got nothing to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a door inside my head, that just won't open;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the calling of the dead, don't wanna hear them pleading.&lt;br /&gt;I try to run away, don't care what's gonna happen;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll find my way, from this place I'm leavin'..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the most poetic lines I’ve written, but they worked. I somehow came up with the vocal line there and then, and I immediately called up a friend who was the bassist in my old band. He was having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-4871259575612814822?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/4871259575612814822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=4871259575612814822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/4871259575612814822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/4871259575612814822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-between-dreams.html' title='In Between Dreams'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-38188602795509454</id><published>2009-04-28T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:35:17.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Update Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>At least, I hope so! I've been off the hook lately, yes, I admit that. I'm smack dab in the middle of an end-semester exam; my trip home has been unexpectedly delayed due to a sudden screw-up of my air and train tickets; a girl I (used to?) care about that I've known all my life decided to tell me that she's going to get married; the city's recording the highest summer temperatures in recent years... that's how things are at the moment. So if I do manage to whip up a rhyme sometime soon, it'll probably be quite unusual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excelsior!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-38188602795509454?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/38188602795509454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=38188602795509454' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/38188602795509454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/38188602795509454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-coming-soon.html' title='Update Coming Soon!'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-713192733863493657</id><published>2009-04-09T21:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:03:50.019+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rapture Forgotten</title><content type='html'>I hath traversed the extra mile,&lt;br /&gt;Seen the trail twist before me,&lt;br /&gt;Thru agony, I'd carry a smile;&lt;br /&gt;Still you serve to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis not certain this emotion,&lt;br /&gt;Mayhaps delight, rather rapture?&lt;br /&gt;My words, bearing no assertion,&lt;br /&gt;Yearn that I could forever capture -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling in all its glory;&lt;br /&gt;For in its discreet furtiveness,&lt;br /&gt;My soul banishes all misery&lt;br /&gt;And binds me in its tender caress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time passes I slowly begin&lt;br /&gt;To see beneath the smile you wear.&lt;br /&gt;Divine blessing now my worldy sin;&lt;br /&gt;How we once were a perfect pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knees trembling and weak,&lt;br /&gt;No longer serve to steady me;&lt;br /&gt;My head hums as if to seek&lt;br /&gt;The right note for a symphony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused; my vision fades,&lt;br /&gt;And along with it the bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Into the abyss my dream cascades,&lt;br /&gt;Shattered and sealed by a kiss -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I remember - 'twas thee!&lt;br /&gt;I fell for thee; smitten was I&lt;br /&gt;By a love built on many a lie;&lt;br /&gt;You left and withered my glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse myself, angry at the past;&lt;br /&gt;Your tender kiss, your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Have all gone, they could not last.&lt;br /&gt;I sit tired as I slowly count the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets, and rises again.&lt;br /&gt;The shadows fade, the scars heal.&lt;br /&gt;Now as time starts to kill the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Once again I slowly start to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm passes, I've come full circle;&lt;br /&gt;The road winds ahead of me again.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me love, in ways incomparable;&lt;br /&gt;I bid you farewell, as I end my refrain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-713192733863493657?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/713192733863493657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=713192733863493657' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/713192733863493657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/713192733863493657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/04/rapture-forgotten.html' title='Rapture Forgotten'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-8679906417143317363</id><published>2009-03-26T00:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:35:43.122+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Midsummer Night's Scream!</title><content type='html'>In the shadows I look to see;&lt;br /&gt;Break the chains of mystery.&lt;br /&gt;For in this darkness there be,&lt;br /&gt;Demons that come for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet stumble on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;And I dare not turn round.&lt;br /&gt;For what horrors may be found,&lt;br /&gt;In this darkness with no sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls seem to cave in;&lt;br /&gt;Housing, trapping me within'&lt;br /&gt;Oh! What ever could be my sin,&lt;br /&gt;To be here cryin' and tremblin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground now is sodden;&lt;br /&gt;Water rises ever so sudden.&lt;br /&gt;Before I know what's happen'd,&lt;br /&gt;I am wet from where I'd trodden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahead, still there is no light;&lt;br /&gt;Only shadows black as night.&lt;br /&gt;Senses numb, nothing in sight;&lt;br /&gt;My feet tread on, left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness I hear,&lt;br /&gt;A whisper, soft yet clear.&lt;br /&gt;A girl, trembling with fear,&lt;br /&gt;Calling from somewhere near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop and listen again,&lt;br /&gt;But the voice is gone by then.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what had happen'd;&lt;br /&gt;Who was she, beyond my ken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle on even faster,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that I'd see her.&lt;br /&gt;But the way gets dimmer,&lt;br /&gt;And the walls get narrower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a voice so shrill;&lt;br /&gt;With terror I start to fill!&lt;br /&gt;At once my feet stand still,&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the flowing rill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the same girl I can tell;&lt;br /&gt;From ahead came the yell.&lt;br /&gt;What tragedy could befell,&lt;br /&gt;A girl in this horrid hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Save me! Please save me!"&lt;br /&gt;Louder and louder is her plea.&lt;br /&gt;A sudden chill overcomes me,&lt;br /&gt;As I fight the urge to flee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again she calls for me,&lt;br /&gt;"Help me please! Anybody!"&lt;br /&gt;I shiver and try to pray calmly,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God... please help me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I made my way&lt;br /&gt;Thru the dark, narrow pathway,&lt;br /&gt;Determined not to run away;&lt;br /&gt;To save her, come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her cries become softer,&lt;br /&gt;Before I can get to her.&lt;br /&gt;And soon I am left to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;What had happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence once again settles in;&lt;br /&gt;No more screams or yellin'.&lt;br /&gt;Just the sound of water trickelin',&lt;br /&gt;Down from the walls surroundin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall to my knees in tears;&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in my darkest fears.&lt;br /&gt;I pray the girl she hears,&lt;br /&gt;The sound of these falling tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I notice something new,&lt;br /&gt;Just beyond my field of view.&lt;br /&gt;Then the girl she screams anew,&lt;br /&gt;"No! Look! It's behind you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-8679906417143317363?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/8679906417143317363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=8679906417143317363' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/8679906417143317363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/8679906417143317363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/03/midsummer-nightmare.html' title='A Midsummer Night&apos;s Scream!'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-6613346611043098916</id><published>2009-03-18T23:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:22:57.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Football Blues</title><content type='html'>There I was, trying to play football;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was good, tried to win it all.&lt;br /&gt;So I bought me studs and some gloves;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to do what a goalkeeper does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I stood beside the goal-post,&lt;br /&gt;Sure that I was good, better than most.&lt;br /&gt;When the ball came I dived to the right;&lt;br /&gt;Saved the ball as I was in mid-flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all, there's more you see,&lt;br /&gt;I also got a sprain, and a bruised knee!&lt;br /&gt;So here I am now, writing this story,&lt;br /&gt;With sprained fingers I cringe in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just practice with no referee,&lt;br /&gt;But I sure do wish that I wasn't me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-6613346611043098916?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/6613346611043098916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=6613346611043098916' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/6613346611043098916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/6613346611043098916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/03/football-blues.html' title='Football Blues'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-3470854834935630889</id><published>2009-03-14T17:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:45:59.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lamentations In Rhyme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The moon is red, there's a chill in the air;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of you my lady fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I lie, without a care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'cept for maybe the smell of your hair;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The touch of your skin. And tonight as I stare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into the darkness I say a prayer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you might save me from this nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as the night begins to grow cold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start to long for someone to hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the pain I've caused, the lies I've told,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the day we met, in days of old,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serve only to make my torment two-fold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I ask, if I may be so bold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could you love a heart grown so cold?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'cause I can't go on, if truth be told;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain inside's too much to bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all the lies and secrets I've sold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pull at my heart as it begins to tear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll hold on, come what may,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I knew there'd come a day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you'd hear this humble plea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And break the chains to set me free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-3470854834935630889?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/3470854834935630889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=3470854834935630889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/3470854834935630889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/3470854834935630889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/03/lamentations-in-rhyme.html' title='Lamentations In Rhyme'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-5731205617406279605</id><published>2009-02-20T03:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:43:45.937+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Verses (10)</title><content type='html'>Girl, you are so insatiably fine;&lt;br /&gt;How I long to run fingers down your spine!&lt;br /&gt;Alas! I yearn that you were mine -&lt;br /&gt;I'd hold you till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis the witching hour but I'm still awake;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes tremble but they linger on,&lt;br /&gt;Pondering over my life and dreams of late.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you keeps me soldiering on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my cherry on top, my piece of pie;&lt;br /&gt;Red and brown, you're a treat to the eye.&lt;br /&gt;You taste just as sweet, even sweeter;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hold you if I could from now to forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a place I could hide;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my troubles and worries aside.&lt;br /&gt;Like Alice with you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;Down towards Wonderland we'll slide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-5731205617406279605?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/5731205617406279605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=5731205617406279605' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/5731205617406279605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/5731205617406279605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-verses-10.html' title='Random Verses (10)'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-8685865763953972777</id><published>2009-02-20T02:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:45:13.657+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rhymes For Her</title><content type='html'>The following bit was originally my answer to a comment on the last post, but I thought it deserved a spot on the main page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit still, as I close my eyes;&lt;br /&gt;I try to think, get my focus right.&lt;br /&gt;But the words I see tell no lies,&lt;br /&gt;There, laid out in plain sight -&lt;br /&gt;A ballad, in perfect rhyme!&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted, losing track of time,&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that it's a lie;&lt;br /&gt;It's not possible, not ever!&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you, begin to fly&lt;br /&gt;Round my head, now it's a fever -&lt;br /&gt;I need to get to know you better!&lt;br /&gt;So have a heart, I need an answer!&lt;br /&gt;For as much as I try and deny,&lt;br /&gt;Your rhymes have me, I cannot lie;&lt;br /&gt;Even now though I haven't seen you,&lt;br /&gt;In shades of red, black and blue,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you, and form a picture,&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I could never capture&lt;br /&gt;Your essence, your beauty sublime,&lt;br /&gt;With the simple words that I rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;So please, would you hear my plea?&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you, down on one knee;&lt;br /&gt;A little something about yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Just to help me live with myself.&lt;br /&gt;If not I could never ever forgive&lt;br /&gt;Myself during this life I live,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I'd never get to know,&lt;br /&gt;About the girl that charmed me so.&lt;br /&gt;In dreams you'll be until you do,&lt;br /&gt;So here I am waiting for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-8685865763953972777?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/8685865763953972777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=8685865763953972777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/8685865763953972777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/8685865763953972777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/02/rhymes-for-her.html' title='Rhymes For Her'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-7478034612538714144</id><published>2009-02-08T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:03:43.865+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Have You Seen My Heart?</title><content type='html'>Have you seen my heart?&lt;br /&gt;It was gone the moment you left.&lt;br /&gt;As you turned you tore it apart,&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here sad and bereft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my heart?&lt;br /&gt;I can't find it though I try.&lt;br /&gt;I try to move on and play my part,&lt;br /&gt;But all I do is live another lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Without it I am weak and frail;&lt;br /&gt;The skies turn grey and then I start&lt;br /&gt;Calling your name but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Last I knew it was with you;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding as you chose to depart&lt;br /&gt;The life we had for something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Heartless I die a bit more,&lt;br /&gt;With every sunset that seems to impart&lt;br /&gt;A longing to see you once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my heart?&lt;br /&gt;I pray one day you give it back,&lt;br /&gt;For it still beats though we are apart;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding to keep our love intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my heart?&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wait beside your door;&lt;br /&gt;Praying that you'll have a change of heart,&lt;br /&gt;And together we'll be forevermore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-7478034612538714144?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/7478034612538714144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=7478034612538714144' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/7478034612538714144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/7478034612538714144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-seen-my-heart.html' title='Have You Seen My Heart?'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-3748121348011898536</id><published>2009-01-31T23:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:23:34.157+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Verses (9)</title><content type='html'>You and I, we're words without a rhyme -&lt;br /&gt;Two images caught in time;&lt;br /&gt;A picture to the eyes of the blind.&lt;br /&gt;You and I, we're two of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you'll be until we meet;&lt;br /&gt;Till I come home and stumble at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;A feeling so loud yet so discreet;&lt;br /&gt;Growing forevermore with every heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you are so insatiably fine;&lt;br /&gt;How I long to run fingers down your spine!&lt;br /&gt;Alas! I yearn that you were mine -&lt;br /&gt;I'd hold you till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have the night and make it mine,&lt;br /&gt;And tell the stars to fall in line -&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell the moon to go and shine,&lt;br /&gt;On the girl I love, with a heart that's mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-3748121348011898536?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/3748121348011898536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=3748121348011898536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/3748121348011898536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/3748121348011898536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-verses-9.html' title='Random Verses (9)'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-6146797807951101659</id><published>2009-01-26T17:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:01:04.231+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>In countless dreams, I've had you near;&lt;br /&gt;Held your hand, away from fear.&lt;br /&gt;You killed the pain that I couldn't cure,&lt;br /&gt;And together fore'er we'll endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through whate'er life will have us bear,&lt;br /&gt;All the while not stopping to care.&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it thru the nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Of a life that isn't always fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill the demons that wish to impart&lt;br /&gt;Anger and hate to keep us apart.&lt;br /&gt;I promise always with a loving heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn our love into living art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparable to the likes of Da Vinci;&lt;br /&gt;In all his glory, and with poetry,&lt;br /&gt;Carve our name amongst the history&lt;br /&gt;Of great lovers, and the tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That befell them all and had them fall -&lt;br /&gt;Only to rise again to answer the call&lt;br /&gt;Of true love, and in a world so small,&lt;br /&gt;I know you and I, we can stand tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you give a fix, an insatiable bliss;&lt;br /&gt;A rush of blood that I'd always miss.&lt;br /&gt;On the day we had our first lil' kiss,&lt;br /&gt;You saved me from the eternal abyss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That raged within me, knew no bounds,&lt;br /&gt;Where life was all sadness and frowns.&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that, made the rounds,&lt;br /&gt;And yes everyone has ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was down and out, couldn't get up.&lt;br /&gt;All that changed, when you showed up -&lt;br /&gt;I saw hope and a real reason to get up&lt;br /&gt;And to tell myself,  "I've had enough!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive and living now thanks to you,&lt;br /&gt;I can look forward to something new;&lt;br /&gt;A chance to believe in something true,&lt;br /&gt;Other than the lies of the world I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't ever go and leave me standing,&lt;br /&gt;We'll work thru the pain and misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;That always comes when you're falling&lt;br /&gt;In love with someone so worth loving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-6146797807951101659?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/6146797807951101659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=6146797807951101659' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/6146797807951101659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/6146797807951101659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/01/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-7024495220502678289</id><published>2009-01-25T02:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:49:51.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Verses (8)</title><content type='html'>Amidst the anguish and despair I looked her way,&lt;br /&gt;And as her hand left mine I wondered in dismay:&lt;br /&gt;Why must I leave her now, and why can I not stay?&lt;br /&gt;If only my heart could find the right words to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness I find my peace of mind,&lt;br /&gt;Therein I wonder; could you be mine?&lt;br /&gt;A face so tender, that's almost divine -&lt;br /&gt;If I searched my soul, it's you that I'd find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a time my lady when I would swear,&lt;br /&gt;My adoration of thee was born of the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;Alas! But now away more miles than I can bear,&lt;br /&gt;I know better, for the days bleed my heart afresh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face as I look around,&lt;br /&gt;Into the darkness that had me bound -&lt;br /&gt;To a dying heart, without a sound,&lt;br /&gt;You came along, turned my life around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-7024495220502678289?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/7024495220502678289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=7024495220502678289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/7024495220502678289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/7024495220502678289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-verses-8.html' title='Random Verses (8)'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-4391041019067650028</id><published>2008-11-07T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:31:14.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Verses (7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;He knew 'twas there, but not where it lay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subdued the while he moved with life's sway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it came to him, 'twas one fine day - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love he had, that he'd kept at bay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When winds were fair, he was satisfied;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calm and content enjoying life's ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as came sorrow, the rising tide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showed feelings he could no longer hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I share my plight with the night's shadows;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feed my curse - all to drown my sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My demons dance whilst I serenade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A final encore and thus I'll fade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sing my song would you tag along;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If but only in dreams - like we belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a play's romance by a poet long gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll dance thru the night as the song goes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-4391041019067650028?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/4391041019067650028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=4391041019067650028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/4391041019067650028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/4391041019067650028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-verses-7.html' title='Random Verses (7)'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-4781603928710947582</id><published>2008-11-07T22:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:30:06.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Verses (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It starts to rain as I try once more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To relive seeing the face I so adore;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I close my eyes, and like times before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish I was there, right outside your door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight again I'll do the deed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my princess I beg you heed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my dream takes flight to where you're stayin',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you open the door, and let me in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A part of me wants to lie down and cry - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feed the despair that prevails within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still though I'm weary I cannot deny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That the thought of you keeps me livin'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-4781603928710947582?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/4781603928710947582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=4781603928710947582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/4781603928710947582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/4781603928710947582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-verses-6.html' title='Random Verses (6)'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-6343221459319881059</id><published>2008-11-07T22:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:03:46.671+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Parting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In the likeness of you, I'll see shadows through the night;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With thoughts of you, keep the embers burning bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that you've left, just one thing seems right - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That in the darkness of today, you've found a light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone to hold your hand, in sadness and delight;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the light of day, and tempest of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if life brings you down; you're numb with fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look at yourself and shed not a tear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For by some twist of fate, if cupid's arrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stains your eyes with even a hint of sorrow - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will curse the gods, and let them know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I'll give my today, and my tomorrow - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To give you happiness; a reason to smile - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I will gladly walk that extra mile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as I sing my song, I wish to thee:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and happiness, but please remember me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-6343221459319881059?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/6343221459319881059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=6343221459319881059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/6343221459319881059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/6343221459319881059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-parting.html' title='In Parting'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-2742948878977893717</id><published>2008-10-31T21:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:50:49.921+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Verses (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I surrender, try to take a fall;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give up hope - give in and chance it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it hurts, can't always stand tall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you'd pick me up, you're a real doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would I want to live forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I walk the path thru life's endeavour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without her hand to hold -  a true lover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'd rather hold on till the life after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although thou hath all but shunned I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of late, still I do not lie - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thy essence wilt serve to occupy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts, fore'er until I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every now and then I reminisce,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About the past and what I've missed - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was naive to have missed the bliss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of giving you love and a... kiss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-2742948878977893717?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/2742948878977893717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=2742948878977893717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/2742948878977893717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/2742948878977893717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-verses-5.html' title='Random Verses (5)'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-141438582935688761</id><published>2008-10-25T21:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:52:55.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Verses (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The skin that be your outer sheath,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The loving heart that beats beneath;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact even the very air that you breathe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akin to beauty like a flower's wreath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My words are yours and yours alone;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will it not that they be shown - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To seeing eyes other than your own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For then my pledge to you be known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nights are long as always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contemplating on past spent days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'pon vague images amidst the haze,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cry your name lest my sanity fades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our paths they met for times bittersweet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Providence be praised we could ever meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through wind and rain, sun and sleet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll remember till we bow at the Lord's feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5271181869619202056-141438582935688761?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/141438582935688761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=141438582935688761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/141438582935688761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/141438582935688761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-verses-4.html' title='Random Verses (4)'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-3378506792885902403</id><published>2008-10-07T22:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:02:09.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Verses (3)</title><content type='html'>'What is the meaning of life?' I ask,&lt;br /&gt;The purpose beneath this sun I bask...&lt;br /&gt;For within this realm I find,&lt;br /&gt;Many a thing I cannot leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid you throw a tantrum;&lt;br /&gt;Call people gay and live a world apart - &lt;br /&gt;Get any angrier and the day will come,&lt;br /&gt;When in boundless fury you will fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis but a moment I wish to take,&lt;br /&gt;To share what's been as of late - &lt;br /&gt;Of pain, sorrow, joy and rapture;&lt;br /&gt;The many things in human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beheld, around me darkness - &lt;br /&gt;Bathing in shadow's tender caress.&lt;br /&gt;The moon above me seems to shed a tear,&lt;br /&gt;So do I, wishing you were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-3378506792885902403?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/3378506792885902403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=3378506792885902403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/3378506792885902403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/3378506792885902403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-verses-3.html' title='Random Verses (3)'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-3402968222506166564</id><published>2008-09-03T21:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:00:48.361+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Verses (2)</title><content type='html'>They shalt close, these eyes of mine;&lt;br /&gt;Mine shrivelled hands wilt lay at rest.&lt;br /&gt;Still I fear not that day's tempest -&lt;br /&gt;For by then I shalt fore'er be thine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine outstretched hands reach for thee,&lt;br /&gt;But the fates defer, they will it not;&lt;br /&gt;As thou rise to greet me as thou ought,&lt;br /&gt;I find mine feet carry me away from thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand aghast, mine eyes go blind,&lt;br /&gt;Asking reason upon destiny's word.&lt;br /&gt;Can'st human will the least perturb,&lt;br /&gt;Fate that maketh me leave thee behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life be so pointless and numb,&lt;br /&gt;Would'st thou ever need me?&lt;br /&gt;For with solemn words I assure thee,&lt;br /&gt;At your slightest call I shalt succumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-3402968222506166564?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/3402968222506166564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=3402968222506166564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/3402968222506166564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/3402968222506166564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-verses-2.html' title='Random Verses (2)'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-3530190434419436753</id><published>2008-08-29T01:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:52:42.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Verses (1)</title><content type='html'>Here I lie, sleep deprived,&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and all the more confused;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why two hearts already fused,&lt;br /&gt;Must be made to tear and divide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again a day passeth beyond, out of sight;&lt;br /&gt;Again I linger on unto the morn' light.&lt;br /&gt;My soul calleth out amidst the night -&lt;br /&gt;The beckoning cry of a lover's plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man once torn shed his voice,&lt;br /&gt;For the love of song he and his friends;&lt;br /&gt;Betwixt was he as a fair maiden extends,&lt;br /&gt;A hand of friendship and gives him no choice -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to take the chance and her hand,&lt;br /&gt;And pray to the power divine:&lt;br /&gt;'Forgive me as on this earth I stand,&lt;br /&gt;Bewitched by a maiden, could she be mine?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-3530190434419436753?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/3530190434419436753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=3530190434419436753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/3530190434419436753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/3530190434419436753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-verses-1.html' title='Random Verses (1)'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-759506346354300640</id><published>2008-08-18T18:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:04:22.664+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet For Soul</title><content type='html'>There I was, amidst the night - torn and lost,&lt;br /&gt;Though my feet beneath me they straggled on.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking yes, but much without cause,&lt;br /&gt;And the moon above me still shining on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I implored her to tell me - ease my mind,&lt;br /&gt;She did not stir, so I asked her in kind:&lt;br /&gt;'Why am I here, walking these very streets,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for every breath, while my heart bleeds?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she said, 'For many years you sought,&lt;br /&gt;Fame, glory, a love to last till you die;&lt;br /&gt;But in doing so, you never gave thought,&lt;br /&gt;To your heart's desires, you've lived a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So go now, and take heed these words of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Live with your heart, never leave it behind.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-759506346354300640?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/759506346354300640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=759506346354300640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/759506346354300640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/759506346354300640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2008/08/sonnet-for-soul.html' title='Sonnet For Soul'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271181869619202056.post-2620544564455025646</id><published>2008-08-12T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:00:15.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of Life And Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Long ago, in a forest white as snow,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked a fair maiden, in lovely delight - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But her crimson lips cursed to never know,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That the forest was once black as night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night falls, silence besets the forest:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lady fair, now delicate and dismayed - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cries out, fear beats upon her chest;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alas! Her cries are empty as they fade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In darkness she weeps, tears dry out;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waits for dawn to trace her steps,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'I'll find my way, without a doubt,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'No, not here... in wonderland perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the night is eternal dear lady,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The voices - you hear them don't you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She screams again; a faint, 'No! Daddy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Hush... only the night can hear you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She turns and runs, pale with fear;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She trips, and falls to her knees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She cries, 'Get back! Don't come near!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'It rains as in the night she bleeds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tasting blood, she soon forfeits,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She bows her head, ready to die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She says a prayer, bites her lips,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it all goes dark... she says goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just then... it all goes quiet;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only her sobs fill the air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then come footsteps silent,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a hand on her silken hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'I'll save you,' he says,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take you away from here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'He takes her in his embrace;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was her night, she held him dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He led her thru the trees and the night,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She followed blindly with trust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he pulled away and out of sight,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And left her crying in the dust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All hope gone, she looks back:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With joy, enter'd the forest;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now broken and betrayed, 'tis fact - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How she longs for a tender caress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lost and lonely, she passes out,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She remembers nothing after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She awakes with the sun fully out,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a face that looks upon her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'You've been thru much,' says he,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'I tried to warn you, but couldn't say it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'He begs pardon, down on one knee,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As tears fill the eyes of the poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'I'm just a poet, nothing more,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My rhymes - they couldn't save you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your sad face is hard to ignore,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For my heart bleeds of guilt anew.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The maiden smiles - a faint blush;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His heart skips a beat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A smile from lips full and lush;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His heart then accepts defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She looks back - the forest behind,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now green and lush in the sun's eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She soon forgets what she did find,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And falls again for the knight's lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Look my poet, at the forest;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much life, so much beauty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surely it be the angels' nest,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wherein I shall find serenity.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'No!' he cries, but 'tis late,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the maiden hath passeth by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a nimble heart, she sealed her fate,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answering the wicked knight's cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He weeps - the tears never cease;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He then begins to wither.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He closes his eyes, in deadly ease - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The beat stops - his life asunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long ago, in a forest white as snow,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked a fair maiden, in lovely delight - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But her crimson lips cursed to never know,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That the forest was once black as night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271181869619202056-2620544564455025646?l=blogs38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/feeds/2620544564455025646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271181869619202056&amp;postID=2620544564455025646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/2620544564455025646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271181869619202056/posts/default/2620544564455025646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogs38.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-life-and-dreams.html' title='Of Life And Dreams'/><author><name>Andy Varte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957397883197773185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ8upiTc3j0/Tj8czHPWtNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Yi1XKEfCJYY/s220/Andy%2BVarte%2B21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
