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			<title>Facets of Love # 8</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 20:10:12 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>SNAPSHOT 
 
I held her picture 
Posed for posterity 
A picture of a young girl 
In a summer dress 
A “hand me down” 
Pattern faded 
With fraying hem 
A pretty young woman</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>SNAPSHOT<br />
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I held her picture<br />
Posed for posterity<br />
A picture of a young girl<br />
In a summer dress<br />
A “hand me down”<br />
Pattern faded<br />
With fraying hem<br />
A pretty young woman<br />
Face of innocence<br />
Framed by brown tousled hair <br />
Naïve and unaffected<br />
Unsure of her beauty<br />
And more beautiful<br />
Because of it<br />
Such a wonderful snapshot<br />
Of a perfect moment<br />
So long ago<br />
I fell in love with her that day<br />
My heart melted<br />
Like the snow in spring<br />
I love her still<br />
And every day in between<br />
Tears welled in my eyes<br />
As I looked at that picture<br />
Of naïve beauty<br />
And they fell unchecked<br />
As I remembered<br />
The woman she became<br />
And the love we shared<br />
Until she was taken from me<br />
<br />
OUR NIGHT OF FIRSTS<br />
<br />
I dreamt last night<br />
About our night of firsts<br />
I saw everything with such clarity<br />
Though it was many years ago<br />
All the sights and sounds<br />
The smells and of course touch<br />
It was such a special night<br />
Our night of firsts<br />
Our first date<br />
The first time we held hands<br />
As I walked you home<br />
Along the orchard lane<br />
And then of course<br />
Beneath the cherry tree<br />
Our first kiss<br />
On that late spring evening <br />
When the air was full of perfume<br />
And we heard the birdsong<br />
We gazed into each others eyes<br />
Then our lips touched<br />
And our fate was sealed<br />
For at that moment<br />
On our night of firsts<br />
We fell in love<br />
From that moment on<br />
And all the days of our lives<br />
Our love has lasted<br />
And though I am alone now<br />
And I can only kiss you in my dreams<br />
When my time comes<br />
We will meet again<br />
And walk hand in hand along the orchard lane<br />
And kiss once more<br />
Beneath the cherry tree<br />
<br />
TOO MUCH LOVE <br />
<br />
He loves her he says<br />
And he says it often<br />
To elicit a reciprocation<br />
In case her feelings soften<br />
<br />
And he does love her<br />
Too much though<br />
Than is really healthy<br />
Soon she will know <br />
<br />
For stronger than his love<br />
Growing in intensity<br />
Smoulder the embers<br />
Of his bitter jealousy<br />
<br />
She loves him in return<br />
And feels his love<br />
But has not yet felt<br />
The iron fist in the velvet glove <br />
<br />
PLEASE DON’T LOVE ME<br />
<br />
Please don’t love me<br />
Please don’t make me<br />
The object of your affections<br />
Or subject me to your infatuations<br />
<br />
Just because I smile at you<br />
And make small talk too<br />
And we have so much in common<br />
Is nothing to pin your hopes upon<br />
<br />
Please don’t love me<br />
Please don’t invest your love in me<br />
I’ve been down that road before<br />
I don’t wish to travel it anymore<br />
<br />
Every thing is rosy at the start<br />
But too many times love breaks your heart<br />
I will not risk my heart again<br />
So all alone I will remain<br />
<br />
So please don’t love me<br />
Friends is all we can ever be<br />
Save your love for the “one”<br />
My dealings with love are over and done</div>

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			<title>Surrealistic Films</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 20:04:31 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[What are some of the most dream-like or weirdest films you've seen? 
 
Surreal: 
8 1/2 
Un Chien Andalou 
Amnacord 
The Night of the Hunter 
Eyes Wide Shut 
Most of the works of Buster Keaton (excluding The General)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>What are some of the most dream-like or weirdest films you've seen?<br />
<br />
Surreal:<br />
8 1/2<br />
Un Chien Andalou<br />
Amnacord<br />
The Night of the Hunter<br />
Eyes Wide Shut<br />
Most of the works of Buster Keaton (excluding The General)<br />
<br />
Odd and Quircky:<br />
Stroszek<br />
The Wizard of Oz<br />
Wild at Heart<br />
<br />
Just plain weird (but still great):<br />
Inland Empire<br />
Muholland Drive<br />
Lost Highway<br />
Donnie Darko<br />
Jacob's Latter<br />
<br />
<br />
I'm probably forgetting a lot, I'll add some more later. What are some of your weirdest experiences at the cinema?</div>

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			<dc:creator>DanielBenoit</dc:creator>
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			<title>Darkness (R-rated)</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 19:59:53 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>*	 
 
Why are there no precipices 
when you need one? 
Or they’re all occupied, 
people doing cartwheels 
in mid-descent. 
 
I hear they plan to make suicide 
an Olympic event</description>
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Why are there no precipices<br />
when you need one?<br />
Or they’re all occupied,<br />
people doing cartwheels<br />
in mid-descent.<br />
<br />
I hear they plan to make suicide<br />
an Olympic event<br />
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			<title>contemplations on divination</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 19:11:52 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>late night, contemplating that ancient divination 
i realised that my penmanship is my salavtion 
the relentless chasing of perfection 
in a sentence twisting past and present tenses 
to define tomorrow and stand in denail of the sorrow 
sweeping generations losing their forefathers 
watching them...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>late night, contemplating that ancient divination<br />
i realised that my penmanship is my salavtion<br />
the relentless chasing of perfection<br />
in a sentence twisting past and present tenses<br />
to define tomorrow and stand in denail of the sorrow<br />
sweeping generations losing their forefathers<br />
watching them fall like a house of cards<br />
attacked from the bottom and i find a bottle<br />
of bourbon wisdom is never enough<br />
when you consider the lifting of human souls<br />
on dark roads at 4am and the voices taunting them<br />
the cloaked wraith sauntering from the shadows<br />
to announce himself and the wealth of tears<br />
he employs to drown the strongest<br />
and the songs of the dead can never be heard<br />
from six feet above so i assume they sing with love<br />
and wish upon us compassion and flashes<br />
of inspiration when we find ourselves up late pacing<br />
contemplating divination</div>

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			<dc:creator>Sampson</dc:creator>
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			<title>New Member -and a poem.</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:47:40 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Hi,  
      I've just joined and have a poem to share - published in2003, and hopefully you can always reply with a creation of yourown.  
 
- George  
 
A Man's Life Is His Work 
 
  The lights above in the gallery make 
a ring of philosopher's shadows radiate. 
  As what Art reveals to us today]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Hi, <br />
      I've just joined and have a poem to share - published in2003, and hopefully you can always reply with a creation of yourown. <br />
<br />
- George <br />
<br />
A Man's Life Is His Work<br />
<br />
  The lights above in the gallery make<br />
a ring of philosopher's shadows radiate.<br />
  As what Art reveals to us today<br />
is but the dream of the artist's memory.<br />
<br />
This object, this farce, this priceless lie,<br />
  set apart in a guarded chamber,<br />
 is a testament to what's been tried, <br />
and the shadows, ghosts of our common labor.<br />
<br />
- G.T. Konetsky</div>

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			<title><![CDATA[~Loners Don't Cause the Flower's Tremble~]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:24:35 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Loners don't cause the flower's tremble; 
it's the found who pick them 
for the windowed home of temporary light. 
 
Polished suitors hit the shops; 
purchase them with plastic cash. 
Sheathed or vased, the flowers wilt 
where they're placed by lovers  
in a rush to sheets and covers. 
They die at...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Loners don't cause the flower's tremble;<br />
it's the found who pick them<br />
for the windowed home of temporary light.<br />
<br />
Polished suitors hit the shops;<br />
purchase them with plastic cash.<br />
Sheathed or vased, the flowers wilt<br />
where they're placed by lovers <br />
in a rush to sheets and covers.<br />
They die at the table's center,<br />
the counter's rim,<br />
the bedside stand.<br />
<br />
Dimly lit tombs of finished symphonies<br />
have claimed petal and stem, color<br />
and scent, pollen and dew<br />
to honor the composers who,<br />
deaf when they died, <br />
were still able to see and smell <br />
the rose or wildflower on the grave. <br />
<br />
Loners don't cause the flower's tremble,<br />
nor unknown poets <br />
and unrealized compositions<br />
found dead on less than grand pianos.</div>

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			<dc:creator>DanBierce</dc:creator>
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			<title>And</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 15:37:55 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>We’re lying in the long grass 
and you say something about the sanctity of freedom, 
the oneness of existence, the self drifting 
alone on an overcrowded sea   
 
and I say nothing 
 
and meanwhile our fingers are knotted  
like a muscle, inseparable, flesh from flesh 
and you lean over</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>We’re lying in the long grass<br />
and you say something about the sanctity of freedom,<br />
the oneness of existence, the self drifting<br />
alone on an overcrowded sea  <br />
<br />
and I say nothing<br />
<br />
and meanwhile our fingers are knotted <br />
like a muscle, inseparable, flesh from flesh<br />
and you lean over<br />
and whisper to me<br />
something about the planets, the milky way, <br />
the great burning star that is the sun<br />
<br />
and I say <i>oh</i><br />
<br />
and meanwhile the tiny hairs on your face<br />
are touching the tiny hairs on my face<br />
<br />
and your mouth is touching my mouth<br />
as you say something <br />
about the violence of evolution,<br />
atom splitting atom, cell splitting cell,<br />
about life emerging stronger in the wake of destruction<br />
<br />
and meanwhile your skin is chafing my skin,<br />
your deft tongue carefully probing, examining,<br />
and I say <i>yes</i>.</div>

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			<dc:creator>TheFifthElement</dc:creator>
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			<title>kilteds travelstravaganza</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 13:19:36 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>So last night I won a $4000 vacation voucher at the work xmas party for me to use as I wish. Now I need to decide where to go.  
 
suggestions?</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>So last night I won a $4000 vacation voucher at the work xmas party for me to use as I wish. Now I need to decide where to go. <br />
<br />
suggestions?</div>

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			<dc:creator>kilted exile</dc:creator>
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			<title>best wishes from India</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 09:50:20 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Hi all! 
 
Best wishes from India</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Hi all!<br />
<br />
Best wishes from India</div>

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			<dc:creator>pranav kumar</dc:creator>
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			<title>Mother Crone</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 08:33:27 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Mother Crone  
 
Earth Mother  
in cold December 
her heart frozen over  
full of strength  
fragile as glass  
let the world mourn  
Persephone entombed  
her sweet warmth</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Mother Crone <br />
<br />
Earth Mother <br />
in cold December<br />
her heart frozen over <br />
full of strength <br />
fragile as glass <br />
let the world mourn <br />
Persephone entombed <br />
her sweet warmth<br />
blush of life stolen<br />
Demeter raves<br />
death touches <br />
the world.</div>

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			<dc:creator>Dark Muse</dc:creator>
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			<title>Best television show?</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 08:30:36 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I mean best as in well-done, not necessarily your favorite. My favorite TV show is Buffy, but I have to say that the BEST is Northern Exposure.</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I mean best as in well-done, not necessarily your favorite. My favorite TV show is Buffy, but I have to say that the BEST is Northern Exposure.</div>

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			<title>Aphorism #8 To be without Passions.</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 08:20:12 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Aphorism #8 To be without Passions. 
 
’Tis a privilege of the highest order of mind. Their very eminence redeems them from being affected by transient and low impulses. There is no higher rule than that over oneself, over one's impulses: there is the triumph of free will. While passion rules the...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Aphorism #8 To be without Passions.<br />
<br />
’Tis a privilege of the highest order of mind. Their very eminence redeems them from being affected by transient and low impulses. There is no higher rule than that over oneself, over one's impulses: there is the triumph of free will. While passion rules the character, no aiming at high office; the less the higher. It is the only refined way of avoiding scandals; nay, ’tis the shortest way back to good repute.<a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ba_ZE7h8h8sTIHjmWljIIwhNFd4/0/da" target="_blank"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ba_ZE7h8h8sTIHjmWljIIwhNFd4/0/di" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
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			<dc:creator>Admin</dc:creator>
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			<title>nice to be here.</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 07:59:33 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>i am new.</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>i am new.</div>

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			<dc:creator>qilaweit</dc:creator>
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			<title>Do you plan on shopping on Black Friday?</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 04:18:22 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[God no. I don't want to get run over by 200 crazy mothers that NEED to get their child that one special toy. I'll go skiing instead.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>God no. I don't want to get run over by 200 crazy mothers that NEED to get their child that one special toy. I'll go skiing instead.</div>

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			<title>What is the Difference between the old Romeo and Juliet movie to the new one??</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 03:37:06 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[okay, so i have a exam in a couple of days and in the exam i have to do an essay on the difference between the old Romeo and Juliet movie to the new on? would you be able to tell me the difference? and i don't mean the differences that any one can tell i mean like is the story line the same? cause...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>okay, so i have a exam in a couple of days and in the exam i have to do an essay on the difference between the old Romeo and Juliet movie to the new on? would you be able to tell me the difference? and i don't mean the differences that any one can tell i mean like is the story line the same? cause the quotes are but like is the plot or something? if anyone could tell me the would be a huge  help thank you.</div>

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