<?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-1273937174066573164</id><updated>2011-12-01T04:57:58.200-08:00</updated><category term='fickle'/><title type='text'>Dead be the new Red</title><subtitle type='html'>My evolution</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I was carried off by the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a train of fast like lightning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that could not arrive too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I spoke to Father and Mother planets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen, became the Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I came back to Earth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered her Oceans Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be found dancing across her Rivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling you next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their became a Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She carried me on her wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the winter of Darkest Sorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the arms of My loving King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke to me of Dragonflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who made the Angels Sing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs carried to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sent to US on the Wind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Rainbow colored Chariot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my heart Beat like African Drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I became you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and WE became ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonflies Landed on our shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to listen to our Song be sung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons still unknown to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, had just begun &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-5124993047467066871?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5124993047467066871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-then-there-was-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5124993047467066871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5124993047467066871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-then-there-was-you.html' title='And then, I was you'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-4453713833493700139</id><published>2011-05-21T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:34:57.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Never Ended</title><content type='html'>Gems hung high in the sky, I am your shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A World away from any world, but our world...is no world at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a part of a picture, held high above the sounds of Wreckage which make sweet music if you listen with big ears, and a soft heart...Filled with tunes on it's own, it was never taught to dance this way...but on magic the roaming never ends, it just starts another story. We are just two rainbows, hanging off of a cloud which sings songs so loud that everyone can hear if they take a moment to listen with a little bit of ear, and a lotta bit of heart! We made Love into an Art, a Play that never ended...it just turned into a story that everyone loved to listen too with all of their ears, and just a little bit of heart! What imagination could do with some paint brushes and a sheet of Blank Paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the paint brush hangs to dry, we were lying on our backs face to the sky Imagining not when or why, but how, and where the sky ended...for the clouds give it the faint appearance of being invincible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i am invincible, I am in your arms, and we are dreaming! Stories of unfathomable truths, where ears don't exist, and hearts are all that matter! Letting go of all the chatter, so we can just see, and be, and breath! In the landscapes that take us to the worlds where we are already together, and I am wrapped in your arms, in a blanket that never ended, just began again....I begin where your shirt lifts off, and our skin becomes apart of the heart beat that we can hear, with little ears...but a million hearts! We are just a story...that never ended, but became another story &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-4453713833493700139?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4453713833493700139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/05/story-never-ended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4453713833493700139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4453713833493700139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/05/story-never-ended.html' title='The Story Never Ended'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5153069659628487213</id><published>2011-05-19T04:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:56:57.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifelike Window</title><content type='html'>Love came through the window,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as life poured through the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webs of sweet conspiracy swept me off the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air smelled of the Freedoms, we all would die for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Laska, Liebe, L'amour, Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Taking over Shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love became a Window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Portal, through which to See&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Became Immortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drink of which we breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you first as Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light inside my Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I became the Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, and Love pursued me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me, like a Window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the Earth and all Life Grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still with me as the clouds move slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have faith that nothing can stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you know, is only what you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Love remains, So love we have became&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder falling for the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are watching through the Window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth Make Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-5153069659628487213?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5153069659628487213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/05/lifelike-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5153069659628487213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5153069659628487213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/05/lifelike-window.html' title='Lifelike Window'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-3802511909211644185</id><published>2011-05-19T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T04:58:38.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little me, a little you</title><content type='html'>Come closer, I want you near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our bodies to be skin to skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Hearts will  beat like lightning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Souls will weep the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Life will light the fires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Love will guide the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand and your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we sleep, while we dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manifesting Universe, Our Destinies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stars, for us they shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO let us dance outside of memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your hand, inside of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and Laugh, at the sillyness of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath sweet moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing to you a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bring to you sweet peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is in My Garden,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love fills every seed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Joy, Courage, Love, and Innocent Belief &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-3802511909211644185?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3802511909211644185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-me-little-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3802511909211644185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3802511909211644185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-me-little-you.html' title='a little me, a little you'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5953776785159378406</id><published>2011-05-01T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:48:00.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Meets Body</title><content type='html'>I am not mind, I am body: Woman, Mother, Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry tears with the eyes of my womb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel it in my Heart, and It's Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Breath and I Bleed in every fiber of my being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you listen, Don't you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Mind, But I am in My Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive while I die,  Asleep while I'm awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my fears, while I am sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they can't take me while I'm awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake even while I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not Mind I am Body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No More a child... a Woman, not yet a mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can love you though you're not my lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can Hide, but I'd rather seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not mild, tame or Meek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for the Faint of Heart nor the Wicked, or Weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Kind, I am Wisdom, I am Truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give Love that is Maddening, and True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with Reds and Violets, and Blues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Deep, and Passion filled Hues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning Touching Sky You Will Find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Body, is meeting the Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Chaos that will, then Ensue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the beginning of all that is New.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merriest Ostara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-677314965521861636</id><published>2011-04-12T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:26:30.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Our Planet</title><content type='html'>Here Is The World! She should be given freely!&lt;br /&gt;A place where All came to meet their Needs:&lt;br /&gt;Give full reign to your Dreams, Be open at every seam&lt;br /&gt;At every seam there is a Seed&lt;br /&gt;In the Seeds, lie the Truth of  Belief&lt;br /&gt;What you Believe will Always be Growing&lt;br /&gt;Every Seed we plant does its Sowing&lt;br /&gt;The Universe sees what  Earth is showing&lt;br /&gt;The Darkness and The Light are all Knowing&lt;br /&gt;For in our Dreams, are the Depth of our Shadows&lt;br /&gt;Or the Lustre of what we are made of!&lt;br /&gt;The greatness we give to Each other&lt;br /&gt;When treated All, as Sister, as Brother&lt;br /&gt;we are all Fathers and Mothers&lt;br /&gt;Earth Mother, Sky Father! &lt;br /&gt;Remind us, that we are all as One!&lt;br /&gt;How the Earth, always needed her Sun&lt;br /&gt;How the Water, always needed the Moon&lt;br /&gt;We have been together for Always&lt;br /&gt;Christian, Muslim, Catholic, Jew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-677314965521861636?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/677314965521861636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-our-planet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/677314965521861636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/677314965521861636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-our-planet.html' title='This Our Planet'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5675195717748624372</id><published>2011-04-09T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T21:06:36.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Love you</title><content type='html'>When I love you, it is Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Dance away from the brightest of stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Universe, as one, together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The only spirit who could ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your Sadnesses and Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your Hopes, your Dreams, your Fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love you, my body sweats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks, The World shakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and I'm awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love you the thunder rolls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lightning strikes  my very Soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget cold mornings...hot nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm Glances, and Electric Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love on fire, burns juuuust right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, for my rage, my passion I fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to fight the battles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one ever wins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love you I'm the best I've ever been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I haven't seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The measures I have to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure to meet you, I am sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you close, but I need you near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the wind no longer carries your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still crave you all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-5675195717748624372?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5675195717748624372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5675195717748624372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5675195717748624372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-i-love-you.html' title='When I Love you'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-180625717083440356</id><published>2011-03-18T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T11:17:34.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Namaste</title><content type='html'>I am, I wait...I sit, I watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am life come into breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sun, I am moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into Summer, from Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into Winter, I Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am light, I am darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now, I am memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Love, I feel Hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Air, I breath Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am  Water, I am Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Space, I am Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Death, I am Birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Trees, I am Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleasure, I am Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Light so give me Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me Trees, Give me Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Love, To love is to hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these memories now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shake your darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak with Fire, be worthy of Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Give me Space, and I'll take my Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying My pleasure filled Pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am not dead, in life I Rebirth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Summer time Fell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Death Led to Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see what my rebirth would bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-180625717083440356?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/180625717083440356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/03/namaste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/180625717083440356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/180625717083440356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/03/namaste.html' title='Namaste'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-1570773300531457878</id><published>2011-01-26T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:28:00.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After Death</title><content type='html'>Water in my hair, turns roots to Snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Earth planted deep, in my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, Sultry... Seducing, Seduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeds, planted firm in Her Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are where we give Birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air breathing Fire,  Turns Snakes to Ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth taking life, to make more Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death, Deliver, Destroy, Destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire burning warm in your Hearth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every death, another gives Birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth, Reached for Air, to make Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire was the first of beating Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, Soul, Breath...Skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, and Our precious Mother Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granting us death, but giving us Birth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-1570773300531457878?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1570773300531457878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-after-death.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1570773300531457878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1570773300531457878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-after-death.html' title='Life After Death'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-4806894493864872846</id><published>2011-01-24T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:10:09.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For we, are the children of Gods</title><content type='html'>Join the rivers of water our sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play in the waters so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join in the dancing, and laughter our sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, until  called to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance on the hills of grass, sweet daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to the Mountainous sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with joy to The Air kind Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the souls of the tears that are cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search for truest truths My Sons and Our daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wander Darkness with Light in your midst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek only Love My sons and Our daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love, is the Only reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Love is your only Wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-4806894493864872846?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4806894493864872846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-we-are-children-of-gods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4806894493864872846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4806894493864872846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-we-are-children-of-gods.html' title='For we, are the children of Gods'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-4485121624856761448</id><published>2011-01-19T06:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:34:44.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of Forever</title><content type='html'>Stay here, my heart is right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is clear with wonderment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent words, that your mouth will yearn to whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving my skin the answer I've always yearned to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear but sweet ungrounding as our lips draw near...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am wishing for you to stop, and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll touch my face...and say, lets just wait:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til the moon shines high above the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where my lips you will taste, no skin will be wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Sun gives birth to Blue Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll play with my hair, kiss my sleepy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul, will shudder, then sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be our souls, meeting Eye to Eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-4485121624856761448?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4485121624856761448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/01/dreams-of-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4485121624856761448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4485121624856761448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/01/dreams-of-forever.html' title='Dreams of Forever'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-1545530520250762654</id><published>2011-01-19T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:34:15.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mama</title><content type='html'>Dear Mama you gave  birth to a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this lifetime, a web weaver who has nothing left to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest mama, I'm a lone believer, an over under-achiever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hangman with his own noose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama! The stories I can tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I place them all under spells:all the ones they choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mama, my thirst goes yet unquelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as my ego starts to melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got the blues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama I got wanderin' shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but darkness, always finds me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how far or how long I roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, darkness is always waitin',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I finally come home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-1545530520250762654?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1545530520250762654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1545530520250762654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1545530520250762654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-mama.html' title='Dear Mama'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-1084625466812624010</id><published>2010-12-06T10:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:17:25.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoned Clouds</title><content type='html'>Once I believed that my mind was opened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a canvas without paint, a road with NO signs, but quaint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm no Saint, I wandered off the beaten path-with no map, and no cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awake, but a lonely traveler with nothing but my thoughts, and my own GOD blessed Mistakes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wanderer with no home need's to up the stakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying in one place long enough to keep a friend, Hearts will mend my friend, Hearts always Mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we rode the downside, the Upside, and the Upside Down became a part of our feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause wherever we meet, we awaken the streets with dance, lined with Romance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where no chance, is just One Chance-to make it all so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an empty road with nothing but stoned clouds and some wind to knock them over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A tree, makes the Breeze!" I told her...don't cry, not when I've got a shoulder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ease, your way into death, where we can finally rest, and just BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Wind in Open Seas &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-1084625466812624010?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1084625466812624010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/12/stoned-clouds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1084625466812624010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1084625466812624010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/12/stoned-clouds.html' title='Stoned Clouds'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5487905635794697766</id><published>2010-12-06T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:16:43.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Love</title><content type='html'>Dreams take skin form leave breath with lips and silent devotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest words are healing, leads to kneeling and life becomes so simple once we become humbled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the very nature which might or could consume us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a baffling contradiction, an addiction, a need...like water to a seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Sun on lake shores warms her more then a thousand fires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a million desires like lightning storms, the WIND and Rain love comes with pain, candle flames...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon against silken sky, with hands, and open windows, after sunset we will fly into the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a righteous band of angels, posing as the devils we keep in our mind, Which we can let go, as soon as we find, the path to self discovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-5487905635794697766?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5487905635794697766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-7905798411580853386</id><published>2010-11-17T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T06:02:20.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take time for the Moon</title><content type='html'>The Moon, she’s cooing to starlight and candlelight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caressing the Silken sky with the Aura of her Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless  The True Lovers who live to love, and never Die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry for those who desire, but never need Weep for those lost to broken Dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mourn for the souls of Blackened Seeds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice for the child who still believes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic is not thought, it is deed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life flowing like wine, from you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon she coos, she whispers...To the sky, which is her loving Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace Her silver like winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dance, Play, and Sing to her &lt;3﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-7905798411580853386?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7905798411580853386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-time-for-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7905798411580853386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7905798411580853386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-time-for-moon.html' title='Take time for the Moon'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-6950055396935454671</id><published>2010-11-17T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T06:00:02.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story</title><content type='html'>A Story Begins, carried on the Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent for by the Ocean, but started in the Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ever Eternal Eye, A gift, from an Ever Eternal God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good laugh, A GRAND cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound before the Echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like words to a beautiful song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notes hanging from the Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illuminated by the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exalted, by the Sun sings a lively Tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaken! True, my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into Life, still but a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manifest a Destiny, close but still unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit of the Waterfall too pure to not believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul Inside this Unicorn, the Lion, he did Breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-6950055396935454671?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6950055396935454671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/11/story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6950055396935454671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6950055396935454671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/11/story.html' title='A Story'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-1051383497333185763</id><published>2010-09-09T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:44:36.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Take this breath from me, It was given to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't live through each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time dances by so freely then dances away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, like lightning, fireflies...fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caressing, Crashing, Shore upon Wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id rather Die, then Die away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to keep this all within and let it decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an empty body, can be given away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short of empathy, we are dead and depraved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without life, we are bodies in graves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die, then not play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather cry tomorrow, for the things I do today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather love, and die of heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then let my soul waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the air that gives the breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the breeze that feeds the Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the Water feeds the Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Love, gives way to Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Death gives way to Rebirth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-1051383497333185763?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1051383497333185763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/09/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1051383497333185763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1051383497333185763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/09/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-7891598570046050547</id><published>2010-09-09T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:43:36.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love outside the chains</title><content type='html'>I see that love is not skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis but chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We choose what we do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not blind yourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with images of romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip to kissing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before first holding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I expect you to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds a little strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll love only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I can keep you in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bound up by my Devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions become deranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inside my cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On trial, center stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion behind heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickly becomes rage: A very potent Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth beyond the mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we need, we all desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Love, to Live, to Laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have every question answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like we didn't need to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand why things happen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then leave them in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is only sorrow, when it comes, it never lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love because you have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it always, comes right back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-8436359344332802355</id><published>2010-07-25T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:33:24.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Consider all your options&lt;br /&gt;Weigh every decision you make&lt;br /&gt;Spend Five thoughts BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;every action you take&lt;br /&gt;Look towards every fork in the road&lt;br /&gt;Like it could lead you home&lt;br /&gt;Take every turn, if just to follow your nose&lt;br /&gt;to live, to Love, to learn...to laugh, to Love, to Grow&lt;br /&gt;Gather up your apples, climbing IN the Trees&lt;br /&gt;Experience the love of the earth through it's breeze&lt;br /&gt;The wind is a song, that sings on its own&lt;br /&gt;like the waves, on the shores of seas still unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Be still inside your shadows&lt;br /&gt;Meditate, Breath, Dream&lt;br /&gt;For each and every Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Is one WE ALL have seen&lt;br /&gt;To Love, is retribution&lt;br /&gt;The most innocent of Truths&lt;br /&gt;Could Burn and Scar should it so choose&lt;br /&gt;Or it can Heal, Inspire and Soothe...take away the Blues&lt;br /&gt;Life is the justice we all seek,&lt;br /&gt;We are all made equal by our Stomachs, our Hearts and our Feet&lt;br /&gt;Then We are all Made God's&lt;br /&gt;As the Strong Defend the Truth, The Weary, The Meek&lt;br /&gt;We are given our Wings&lt;br /&gt;by loving the Foolish, the Mean, the Weak...&lt;br /&gt;By thinking about our words&lt;br /&gt;Before We choose to Speak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-8436359344332802355?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8436359344332802355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/07/five-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8436359344332802355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8436359344332802355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/07/five-thoughts.html' title='Five Thoughts'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5042238098692398407</id><published>2010-07-20T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:50:34.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you like  SUmmer</title><content type='html'>I miss you like summer when its gone&lt;br /&gt;like a thousand summer rains&lt;br /&gt;Lightning striking at dawn&lt;br /&gt;still isn't quite the same&lt;br /&gt;I crawled into fall,&lt;br /&gt;bearing the bruises of his pain&lt;br /&gt;blood hot with Aching,&lt;br /&gt;mind rampant with shame&lt;br /&gt;Life is in the making, tears never cried in Vain&lt;br /&gt;My soul was for the taking...&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I spoke your Name&lt;br /&gt;My Body yearns my Soul weeps&lt;br /&gt;In the cold death, of winter's sleep&lt;br /&gt;You chased away my grief&lt;br /&gt;The heat of your fire, was my reprieve&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of need, I learned to breath&lt;br /&gt;For you, I learned to bleed&lt;br /&gt;Without fear, I conquer defeat&lt;br /&gt;My Body trembles, my Eyes Weep&lt;br /&gt;my Soul is yours to Keep&lt;br /&gt;In My dreams, I am awake&lt;br /&gt;Still in my dreams I'm yours to take&lt;br /&gt;Even while I'm here, I ache&lt;br /&gt;For the sounds that your heart makes&lt;br /&gt;Loving you too much was never my mistake&lt;br /&gt;My body still trembles, my soul still shakes&lt;br /&gt;Because I miss you like summer when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;your like a thousand summer rains&lt;br /&gt;Lightning striking right at dawn, will never be the same....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-5042238098692398407?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5042238098692398407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/07/miss-you-like-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5042238098692398407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5042238098692398407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/07/miss-you-like-summer.html' title='Miss you like  SUmmer'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-7960434183121097457</id><published>2010-06-09T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:16:45.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Says the Jester</title><content type='html'>I've been away...lost on this path&lt;br /&gt;be that as it may, for reason I laugh&lt;br /&gt;While I skip, I wander to play&lt;br /&gt;I cry about the past, at least once a day&lt;br /&gt;Misery wont last, where sadness cant stay&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes fast, love will always fade&lt;br /&gt;I am right where I sat, All the time for delays.&lt;br /&gt;As it reaches Shadows, the Sun will mourn&lt;br /&gt;Tis time, for lonesome Death&lt;br /&gt;The Moon becomes forlorn&lt;br /&gt;As Morning takes her first breath&lt;br /&gt;Like Father who condemns and scorns&lt;br /&gt;And Mother holds you to her Breast&lt;br /&gt;Children of the Universe...Adored&lt;br /&gt;Think, Grow, Love...Let nature do the rest&lt;br /&gt;Look for light inside Every Door&lt;br /&gt;Remain True, that is your test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-7960434183121097457?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7960434183121097457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/06/says-jester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7960434183121097457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7960434183121097457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/06/says-jester.html' title='Says the Jester'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-2215631568528633284</id><published>2010-06-09T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:16:18.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my Serene</title><content type='html'>she caresses me, the rain&lt;br /&gt;the thunder is my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;This Mirror, my foe, is vain&lt;br /&gt;broken glass lies at my feet&lt;br /&gt;Red with blood these stains&lt;br /&gt;Found inside Deceit&lt;br /&gt;where the wasteland still remains&lt;br /&gt;Amidst my own self defeat&lt;br /&gt;Echoes remain remnants of past&lt;br /&gt;Whispers of forsaken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Awaken and Rise Again and Atlast&lt;br /&gt;The Future lies still unseen&lt;br /&gt;As an ever expanding Vast&lt;br /&gt;which is ALWAYS closer then it seems&lt;br /&gt;Under Fire, Brimstone, Ash&lt;br /&gt;Where Soul becomes clean&lt;br /&gt;This is my Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-2215631568528633284?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2215631568528633284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-my-serene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/2215631568528633284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/2215631568528633284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-my-serene.html' title='This is my Serene'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-6039630329544248562</id><published>2010-05-25T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:14:29.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with Chance</title><content type='html'>And then the Sun broke free&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me... I saw you standing&lt;br /&gt;Swaying to the blackest of Blues &lt;br /&gt;I stood suddenly  reminded&lt;br /&gt;of the Tuesdays Gone Tune&lt;br /&gt;Should I remain, Standing on the Hour to Decide&lt;br /&gt;Or Take this moment through the roof&lt;br /&gt; Forget the fear, remember Pride&lt;br /&gt; when your trying not to look&lt;br /&gt;At the stars inside his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Which forget you to make sense&lt;br /&gt;Leave the details to the sky...&lt;br /&gt;Leave some room for suspense&lt;br /&gt;Neither confirm, nor deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you stood next to me&lt;br /&gt;I argued every sensibility&lt;br /&gt;Until all I could do was Sway &lt;br /&gt;to the sounds of  electric kind of music&lt;br /&gt;The kind that Made my Veins Want to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I don't need To live, I live Because I want too&lt;br /&gt;My Dreams where I believe&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the guise of defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway to Sounds that take your Soul Away&lt;br /&gt; leave a moment for chance&lt;br /&gt;from now until the end of days&lt;br /&gt;Dance within this Dance&lt;br /&gt;Take ONE real breath within Millions&lt;br /&gt;Taste it slow, just like romance&lt;br /&gt;from now until the end of days&lt;br /&gt;Dance within each Dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-6039630329544248562?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6039630329544248562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/05/dance-with-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6039630329544248562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6039630329544248562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/05/dance-with-chance.html' title='Dance with Chance'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-3790117368892992886</id><published>2010-05-14T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:58:03.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies</title><content type='html'>Your Electricity&lt;br /&gt;Tantalizing my skin&lt;br /&gt;Vague Complexities&lt;br /&gt;Anchored Deep within&lt;br /&gt;Simplest of Simplicities&lt;br /&gt;no end cannot begin...&lt;br /&gt;An artist, and his Poet&lt;br /&gt;A soul, and his Twin&lt;br /&gt;A dreamer and its whim&lt;br /&gt;The stars inside his skies&lt;br /&gt;light forever dancing upon a lovers Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Adoration shining through a thin film of desguise&lt;br /&gt;after a Longing's sweet Touch&lt;br /&gt;The Truth shan't be Denied&lt;br /&gt;Denial shan't be enough&lt;br /&gt;TRUE Love never Dies&lt;br /&gt;Though it's almost always Rough&lt;br /&gt;and You'll always  make her cry&lt;br /&gt;but she'll pretend that she's tough&lt;br /&gt;When you hear her laugh then sigh, &lt;br /&gt;it's cause she loves you too much&lt;br /&gt;Your the lightning to her rain...&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies, Fireflies and such...&lt;br /&gt;the blood beneath the veins&lt;br /&gt;the beating of her heart&lt;br /&gt;Unlock doors romantic poet!&lt;br /&gt;Inspire the artists Work of Art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-3790117368892992886?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3790117368892992886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/05/fireflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3790117368892992886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3790117368892992886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/05/fireflies.html' title='Fireflies'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-2917010707394588216</id><published>2010-05-08T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:31:59.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Become like Human: a metal sonnet</title><content type='html'>Through Skin, Demon Exits Grave&lt;br /&gt;Too search for his mortally eternal organs&lt;br /&gt;These, He'll have to take&lt;br /&gt;However violent, gory or horrid&lt;br /&gt;To die is to be saved&lt;br /&gt;However Grim, Macabre, or Morbid&lt;br /&gt;These are the roads we've paved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear you'll die of STD&lt;br /&gt;do I'll take your ovaries&lt;br /&gt;i fear you've gone insance&lt;br /&gt;let me take your brain&lt;br /&gt;you've become quite vain&lt;br /&gt;so give me both your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll take your tongue&lt;br /&gt;For having told such lies&lt;br /&gt;i'll take your bleeding heart&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've never heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, Vexed and Haunted&lt;br /&gt;We must face the night&lt;br /&gt;With Love, we are taunted&lt;br /&gt;Yet Hate is how we fight&lt;br /&gt;If love was what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;then love with all your might&lt;br /&gt;Wish upon your wishes&lt;br /&gt;upon the heavens starlight&lt;br /&gt;dancing upon those demons, angel kiss&lt;br /&gt;scattered in passions dreams&lt;br /&gt;serenity and sweeeeet bliss&lt;br /&gt;Chaos, the sorely missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Demon finds his Heart&lt;br /&gt;no you won't tell them apart&lt;br /&gt;Time and Space, Near or Far&lt;br /&gt;scar becomes like scar&lt;br /&gt;Each their own work of art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear you'll die of STD&lt;br /&gt;do I'll take your ovaries&lt;br /&gt;i fear you've gone insance&lt;br /&gt;let me take your brain&lt;br /&gt;you've become quite vain&lt;br /&gt;so give me both your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll take your tongue&lt;br /&gt;For having told such lies&lt;br /&gt;i'll take your bleeding heart&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've never heard you cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-2917010707394588216?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2917010707394588216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/05/become-like-human-metal-sonnet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/2917010707394588216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/2917010707394588216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/05/become-like-human-metal-sonnet.html' title='Become like Human: a metal sonnet'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-8216504891800018064</id><published>2010-05-08T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:30:52.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Queens request</title><content type='html'>Follow the Mind inside the Flesh&lt;br /&gt;The Truth Becomes Voice&lt;br /&gt;When the Body Rests&lt;br /&gt;It must be your own Choice&lt;br /&gt;...At The King's Request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome is Death&lt;br /&gt;Dying like the seasons&lt;br /&gt;At the King's Request&lt;br /&gt;Self Inflicted treason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come take off a Load&lt;br /&gt;Let go of what you Fear&lt;br /&gt;Don't Betray your own Soul&lt;br /&gt;Life becomes very clear&lt;br /&gt;::We all travel different Roads&lt;br /&gt;All we hold Dear,&lt;br /&gt;Must Live, Breath, and Grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome is Sweet Death&lt;br /&gt;Dying with the Seasons&lt;br /&gt;At the Queen's Request&lt;br /&gt;Self Inflicted Reason&lt;br /&gt;Love the only Test&lt;br /&gt;Love without Treason&lt;br /&gt;A Strong Heart in Her Breast&lt;br /&gt;For I Can Be One&lt;br /&gt;Until I Eternally Rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-8216504891800018064?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8216504891800018064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-queens-request.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8216504891800018064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8216504891800018064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-queens-request.html' title='At the Queens request'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-675897072805835466</id><published>2010-05-08T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:30:17.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver lining</title><content type='html'>As Rainbows sometimes follow rain&lt;br /&gt;a sign, from this our earth&lt;br /&gt;If Nothing is ventured, nothing is gained&lt;br /&gt;To survive, one must learn to endure&lt;br /&gt;Our Shadows, then our fear, and then our pain&lt;br /&gt;no beginning, nor end to this search&lt;br /&gt;Fear and Love can both drive us insane&lt;br /&gt;Tell me which master you serve&lt;br /&gt;This crazy old fool may be deranged&lt;br /&gt;but you must heed his nonsensical words&lt;br /&gt;For the one who is willing to be hanged&lt;br /&gt;is the one whose heart, is most pure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-675897072805835466?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/675897072805835466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/05/silver-lining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/675897072805835466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/675897072805835466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/05/silver-lining.html' title='Silver lining'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-7612964350795884492</id><published>2010-04-25T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:37:47.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Discovery of Happenstance</title><content type='html'>A warm kiss of sunshine that burns like fires touch&lt;br /&gt;A cool and gently breeze, to say i wish you well&lt;br /&gt;Rain, Thunder,lightning...fireflies and such&lt;br /&gt;Lovers teasing with no reason nor the time to rush&lt;br /&gt;Merciful Ride through open seas, too much being never enough&lt;br /&gt;Where fairy-tales and truth be told's&lt;br /&gt;are all their ever were&lt;br /&gt;A Dream Within a Dream, A little hidden, a tad obscured&lt;br /&gt;Fancy Free's,Do you believe's...Uncertainy's and Unsure's&lt;br /&gt;Mysteries and Hypothesis, Playful and Demure&lt;br /&gt;There always was, But has never Been...&lt;br /&gt;Not now, Not ever, Not now, not then&lt;br /&gt;What started out forever has always been ending&lt;br /&gt;For now, and forever after...time and time again&lt;br /&gt;Gone was the time, Gone with the Wind&lt;br /&gt;The end the beginning, the beginning the end...&lt;br /&gt;A dance on the Ocean, first began in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Which started out as rocks, which first began as land&lt;br /&gt;Magic coming from the Isle of I Know I Can&lt;br /&gt;One can ask one's questions, one cannot make demands&lt;br /&gt;Love the simple action, of taking another's hand&lt;br /&gt;Dancing real slow, without the King or his band&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Fairy-Tales giving wings to chance&lt;br /&gt;FireFlies in Firelight, Enflame the angst of Romance&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal Symphonies...Dancing, if only to dance&lt;br /&gt;Love ignores not Happenstance, knowing Death comes to any, every and all Miserable and life changing Circumstance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-7612964350795884492?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7612964350795884492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/04/discovery-of-happenstance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7612964350795884492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7612964350795884492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/04/discovery-of-happenstance.html' title='The Discovery of Happenstance'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-1500593339512576186</id><published>2010-04-18T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:37:20.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching Inward</title><content type='html'>Mutual Understanding, leads to Mutual Respect&lt;br /&gt;Liberation from the land of "I Expect"&lt;br /&gt;Sharpened senses born of a little Intellect&lt;br /&gt;Followed by moments of constructive Introspect&lt;br /&gt;A little of self love, goes a long way&lt;br /&gt;First it's time to work, and then it's time to play&lt;br /&gt;There is time to waste, but no time for Charades&lt;br /&gt;Life's not always chaos, though in constant Disarray&lt;br /&gt;Live inside each moment, like today's your first Day&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at pictures, do you remember what you learned?&lt;br /&gt;How you felt each Sorrow, each scar was earned&lt;br /&gt;Every time you love, fear not being burned&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your passion, Let your linger Yearn&lt;br /&gt;Do so because you need to, learn to share your soul&lt;br /&gt;Remember that two parts, always make the whole&lt;br /&gt;Feminine meeting masculine, it matters not the role&lt;br /&gt;consult your Mind AND THEN Heart, then do as you're told.&lt;br /&gt;Both must work together, because they equally exist&lt;br /&gt;With our Dreaming Minds, we Make our EVERY Wish&lt;br /&gt;As our Mind Believes, Our Hearts will find our Bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-1500593339512576186?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1500593339512576186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/04/searching-inward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1500593339512576186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1500593339512576186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/04/searching-inward.html' title='Searching Inward'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-1538442207453783781</id><published>2010-04-16T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:52:02.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray Rainbows</title><content type='html'>Raindrops cleanse my wounds&lt;br /&gt;take and make me whole&lt;br /&gt;change my point of view&lt;br /&gt;not a moment too soon&lt;br /&gt;take apart my tragedy&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the moon&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of travesty&lt;br /&gt;Where I find my empathy&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;but alone, on this road, I walk&lt;br /&gt;I will wander, I may roam&lt;br /&gt;Until I find my way home&lt;br /&gt;Here is where they know me&lt;br /&gt;Here, where love won't change&lt;br /&gt;Just existing simply&lt;br /&gt;beyond what you can see&lt;br /&gt;Stories in the making&lt;br /&gt;Sad, Angry, Silly&lt;br /&gt;Giving, and then taking&lt;br /&gt;True, is not forsaken&lt;br /&gt;Truth seen as an Action&lt;br /&gt;The Cause before Reaction&lt;br /&gt;More then satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;My spirit Satisfied&lt;br /&gt;From skin, to deep within&lt;br /&gt;From my heart to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse my Spirit Raindrops&lt;br /&gt;Wash away disguise&lt;br /&gt;Give to me the Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Give to me clear skies&lt;br /&gt;Help me share the rainbows&lt;br /&gt;I so Desperately try to hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-1538442207453783781?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-6918069202962779960</id><published>2010-04-15T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:18:22.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery Loves company</title><content type='html'>Abandon all Hope&lt;br /&gt;satisfied and empty&lt;br /&gt;stay lost child, follow open sea&lt;br /&gt;revel in your hate for fake humanity&lt;br /&gt;There will be no savior&lt;br /&gt;we were left bereft&lt;br /&gt;choking on the mess we made&lt;br /&gt;on Satan's doorstep&lt;br /&gt;Child dream of nothing&lt;br /&gt;In darkness you've slept&lt;br /&gt;No room for despair&lt;br /&gt;In the tears that you've wept&lt;br /&gt;Life leads to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;but to uncertainty then death&lt;br /&gt;Noose above the chair: Sunrise, and eternal rest&lt;br /&gt;Follow me to damnation, Heaven's rejects&lt;br /&gt;Speak Now noble villain!&lt;br /&gt;Tell stories made of lies!&lt;br /&gt;Giving nightmares to the children&lt;br /&gt;SO they won't be suprised&lt;br /&gt;All will be surrendered&lt;br /&gt;to the worthiest of Foes&lt;br /&gt;Be not rendered weary&lt;br /&gt;For you have always known&lt;br /&gt;Abstract is Humanity&lt;br /&gt;Real, our fears have grown&lt;br /&gt;False is reality, the Wretched we've been show&lt;br /&gt;for this whole life, we've been given&lt;br /&gt;to reap what we have sewn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-6918069202962779960?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6918069202962779960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/04/misery-loves-company.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6918069202962779960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6918069202962779960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/04/misery-loves-company.html' title='Misery Loves company'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-8685012197548693551</id><published>2010-04-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:22:35.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning in the Holy Land</title><content type='html'>Trade a solemn nothing&lt;br /&gt;for a face that is forlorn&lt;br /&gt;broken and abused&lt;br /&gt;beaten and misused&lt;br /&gt;give the gift of apathy&lt;br /&gt;for a long stemmed black rose&lt;br /&gt;Songs of melancholy&lt;br /&gt;drift flightless in air&lt;br /&gt;A thousand thoughts of happiness&lt;br /&gt;going nowhere, but here.&lt;br /&gt;Drifting by...a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;of promises true, and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Give me life, but give me death&lt;br /&gt;By the dawn of false tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Presence of mind, so ill at ease&lt;br /&gt;Chased away with lies&lt;br /&gt;pushed away with disease&lt;br /&gt;We the animated, are the walking dead&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake, and half asleep&lt;br /&gt;Falling pray to sadness&lt;br /&gt;but forgetting how to weep&lt;br /&gt;Wretched and NON colored&lt;br /&gt;Rotted, full of shame&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in a name.&lt;br /&gt;I know where I am standing&lt;br /&gt;In quicksand...and wood glue&lt;br /&gt;Sinking like the rest of them...&lt;br /&gt;In this land of red white and blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-8685012197548693551?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8685012197548693551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/04/drowning-in-holy-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8685012197548693551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8685012197548693551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/04/drowning-in-holy-land.html' title='Drowning in the Holy Land'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-3571354243682440047</id><published>2010-04-12T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:12:44.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parley!</title><content type='html'>The battles being waged&lt;br /&gt;have already been won&lt;br /&gt;We inherited this, OUR cage &lt;br /&gt;Our time has just begun&lt;br /&gt;Mind reaches beyond age&lt;br /&gt;LIFE was set in motion&lt;br /&gt;This CANNOT be undone&lt;br /&gt;the waves, ONE with the ocean&lt;br /&gt;the Sky, One with the Sun&lt;br /&gt;the Body, One with Emotion&lt;br /&gt;When its over, is it really done? &lt;br /&gt;For every cause there is an action&lt;br /&gt;What gives you hope in desire is it satisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is seen &lt;br /&gt;As a boundary is crossed&lt;br /&gt;A day is never wasted&lt;br /&gt;the best days lost&lt;br /&gt;are lying warm in Bed&lt;br /&gt;Safe from winters frost&lt;br /&gt;Cold Calm inside your head&lt;br /&gt;while the World goes Insane&lt;br /&gt;Scared too death of Death&lt;br /&gt;To ride the Crazy Train&lt;br /&gt;To the place of eternal rest&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see while Life is spent, &lt;br /&gt;love is always gained&lt;br /&gt;Love and adoration can only be given away&lt;br /&gt;Love remains, though love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Blood Red and Never Gray&lt;br /&gt;Too Loud to ever Fade&lt;br /&gt;Anxiously we await the dawn of New Day&lt;br /&gt;Fear will not dissuade us, nor will death...nor Decay.&lt;br /&gt;For we demand retribution!&lt;br /&gt;Or if you will...Parley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-3571354243682440047?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3571354243682440047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/04/parley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3571354243682440047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3571354243682440047'/><link rel='alternate' 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Moments...No Regret&lt;br /&gt;Magic cannot Hide&lt;br /&gt;Electric much like Lightning&lt;br /&gt;Wild as the Tide&lt;br /&gt;Ride those Waves til calm&lt;br /&gt;Passion Bides us Time&lt;br /&gt;The taste of salty skin&lt;br /&gt;Warm, Moist...Wet&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the Walls&lt;br /&gt;Shadow's Silhouette&lt;br /&gt;As Bodies Intertwine&lt;br /&gt;Reality We Forget&lt;br /&gt;If only for this moment&lt;br /&gt;No Lies and No regrets&lt;br /&gt;Please Dawn, come slowly&lt;br /&gt;While soul, love does possess&lt;br /&gt;Please Dawn, come slowly&lt;br /&gt;Like a Lover's Warm caress&lt;br /&gt;Please Dawn Come slowly&lt;br /&gt;I pray as I undress&lt;br /&gt;All night... reverent worship&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Lover's Prowess&lt;br /&gt;As stars line the sky&lt;br /&gt;Body, Soul, and Mind&lt;br /&gt;As sun touches sky&lt;br /&gt;Love becomes unkind&lt;br /&gt;I remember your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Fall to Mine&lt;br /&gt;Soul's Align&lt;br /&gt;Your body, my shrine&lt;br /&gt;Still warmed by obsession&lt;br /&gt;and the strength of your possession&lt;br /&gt;Forever warmed from within&lt;br /&gt;By Fire, again, and again&lt;br /&gt;Strength and Devotion&lt;br /&gt;Only Hearts know&lt;br /&gt;Surely to be savored while it grows&lt;br /&gt;Only for this moment, fear is over thrown&lt;br /&gt;When daylight comes all becomes unknown&lt;br /&gt;But after nightfall, I become enthralled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-1393499615623285650?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1393499615623285650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/souls-serentiy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1393499615623285650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1393499615623285650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/souls-serentiy.html' title='Soul&apos;s serentiy'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-733087020650820192</id><published>2010-03-29T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:37:34.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man behind the Mirror</title><content type='html'>Deep aching, a longing for what? I am unclear&lt;br /&gt;I search for a meaning to fill this dull void&lt;br /&gt;Love comes close enough to whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;but there is no satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;My spirit gleans just enough to get by&lt;br /&gt;But I still look towards the shadows&lt;br /&gt;I still look towards the sky&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here, am I grounded by what I see with my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;This place that I have made which is so lonely&lt;br /&gt;I've come to hate...to despise&lt;br /&gt;So I make myself my one and only, and I'm off to my demise&lt;br /&gt;It's in the night you hear my wishes&lt;br /&gt;it's in the night you hear my tears&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are Angel's kisses...shadowed by the devil and his fears&lt;br /&gt;For each dream we lose...we lose it to the mirrors&lt;br /&gt;the devil in yourself takes away your spirit&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to see within, you're refusing to go near it&lt;br /&gt;Face the man you hate, do it unafraid&lt;br /&gt;the demons that you know, are demons that you've made&lt;br /&gt;When all your life fails your debts finally been paid&lt;br /&gt;This life we do not owe, hardships do not dissipate&lt;br /&gt;face them like a man, Face the Man you hate&lt;br /&gt;I shake in my skin, with the power of my sadness&lt;br /&gt;With the thoughts that wrack my brain...&lt;br /&gt;Might be nonsense could be madness&lt;br /&gt;Might be true though it sounds insane...&lt;br /&gt;Our lives were never meant to be tragic&lt;br /&gt;We were not meant to live in pain, we created our own misery...we created our own bane&lt;br /&gt;Whether you blieve or not, there exists sweet magic&lt;br /&gt;We're not hell bound it's not science or arithmetic&lt;br /&gt;Nor religion, but more like pure sound...a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;When it's slow or even when its faster, &lt;br /&gt;it stays the same, just one product of matter&lt;br /&gt;We are not of land...nor of noble beasts wild nor tamed&lt;br /&gt;...but from the universe itself, In full glory we are proclaimed&lt;br /&gt;The Son's and Daughter's of Gods we remain&lt;br /&gt;Lead us into Battle, Those without a Name&lt;br /&gt;Lead us into into death as free men, without shame&lt;br /&gt;Let us play til death for the crown of this Domain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-733087020650820192?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/733087020650820192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/man-behind-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/733087020650820192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/733087020650820192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/man-behind-mirror.html' title='Man behind the Mirror'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-20630379779922528</id><published>2010-03-29T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T07:08:50.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theories of Relativity</title><content type='html'>Inside of a color&lt;br /&gt;is a technimagical scheme&lt;br /&gt;of a dance, to a door...which leads to another door,&lt;br /&gt;onto a different screen, of a dream from once before&lt;br /&gt;A place you have more then seen...&lt;br /&gt;But felt with every ounce of your being&lt;br /&gt;A part of your soul is this picture&lt;br /&gt;that went far too quickly&lt;br /&gt;This is only a moment in reality:&lt;br /&gt;Stare silently at this frame&lt;br /&gt;A riddle in this Labyrinth of games&lt;br /&gt;Dance with the devils, ye are deranged&lt;br /&gt;Or Come OUT! Knight, as Dragon&lt;br /&gt;King of your domain.&lt;br /&gt;Life lying in moments of remnants, far past&lt;br /&gt;Those left behind, always come in last&lt;br /&gt;Bury yourself in thoughts, you yourself have cast&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Life lies in moments&lt;br /&gt;They always hurt, this never lasts&lt;br /&gt;Silver lines the sunset...&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise always comes too fast&lt;br /&gt;Time is never long enough, but always far and vast.&lt;br /&gt;As the moon glows before the dawn of the Sun's earthly Ray&lt;br /&gt;As history has shown, life can change: in one day&lt;br /&gt;Change all we've ever known, without cause or delay&lt;br /&gt;Silver lines each cloud, as in our dreams we pray&lt;br /&gt;As king is overthrown Sunlight Dies again&lt;br /&gt;This we can count on, this has always been&lt;br /&gt;Incapable of Fear now, we refuse to cower&lt;br /&gt;Strength, Love and Truth Our gifts inside this hour&lt;br /&gt;Our life no longer our bane&lt;br /&gt;Kings fall from noble towers, as we become less deranged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-20630379779922528?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/20630379779922528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/theories-of-relativity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/20630379779922528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/20630379779922528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/theories-of-relativity.html' title='Theories of Relativity'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-2686393701785260326</id><published>2010-03-25T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T05:08:45.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing matter</title><content type='html'>Laughing Matter&lt;br /&gt;..Centrifical Force&lt;br /&gt;keeps me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;If I veer off course&lt;br /&gt;Will I become diseased?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't pray to your source (or beg him, or plead)&lt;br /&gt;To give me remorse&lt;br /&gt;for being this gypsy&lt;br /&gt;This life I lead&lt;br /&gt;where I am in command&lt;br /&gt;i will have my reprieve&lt;br /&gt;by the strength of my own hand&lt;br /&gt;I won't live enslaved&lt;br /&gt;I will Die free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the wind change&lt;br /&gt;As time catches up&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the Earth rage&lt;br /&gt;as we fuck it all up&lt;br /&gt;live inside your cage&lt;br /&gt;or motherfucker stand up&lt;br /&gt;Let us weigh YOUR sins&lt;br /&gt;Who is more corrupt?&lt;br /&gt;Come out, or we'll kick the door in&lt;br /&gt;you need to give up&lt;br /&gt;You can never win&lt;br /&gt;This time we've had enough&lt;br /&gt;Open up, we're coming in&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it rough&lt;br /&gt;you will never win, you need to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna fuck me in my asshole?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kiss me first&lt;br /&gt;TAKE me out to dinner&lt;br /&gt;maybe quench my thirst&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;before you bury me in dirt&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;before you make it hurt&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like your chew toy&lt;br /&gt;I give you what you need&lt;br /&gt;then you give me sadness&lt;br /&gt;and call it my disease&lt;br /&gt;No there's nothing wrong with this world&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong at all&lt;br /&gt;Everything's wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;God knows I love to crawl&lt;br /&gt;Only hate and grief fill the blackest depths of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Because I am diseased&lt;br /&gt;I am filled with madness&lt;br /&gt;Although I've done no horrible deeds&lt;br /&gt;My life is only tragic&lt;br /&gt;How is this reality&lt;br /&gt;If we were made of magic?&lt;br /&gt;Everything there after&lt;br /&gt;A fucked kinda nightmare&lt;br /&gt;The only for sure cure is laughter&lt;br /&gt;and to always be aware&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is what they're after&lt;br /&gt;Give not into your despair&lt;br /&gt;The only cure for sadness&lt;br /&gt;Is a bout of evil laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-2686393701785260326?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-4583265758825629995</id><published>2010-03-19T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T09:36:21.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Epic Fall into Damnation (sludge)</title><content type='html'>These are just memories &lt;br /&gt;of once read over lines &lt;br /&gt;Stories over pages &lt;br /&gt;and Pages full of Lies &lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Nightmares &lt;br /&gt;All of your design &lt;br /&gt;A moment of A Thought &lt;br /&gt;too many glasses of wine &lt;br /&gt;You might have thought of something &lt;br /&gt;It could have been divine &lt;br /&gt;While maybe you're a genius &lt;br /&gt;you've lost your only mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will you stay sorry &lt;br /&gt;for what you've gone and done &lt;br /&gt;Will you say your sorry &lt;br /&gt;for all you've gone and done &lt;br /&gt;Will you forever be sorry &lt;br /&gt;for what was here, and then gone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drift in and out of real world &lt;br /&gt;you become apart of what's lost &lt;br /&gt;To find yourself again &lt;br /&gt;There's going to be a cost &lt;br /&gt;On this road to nowhere &lt;br /&gt;hearts cover in frost &lt;br /&gt;alone, you walk in darkness &lt;br /&gt;alone you carry your cross &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will you stay sorrry &lt;br /&gt;for what you've gone and done &lt;br /&gt;Will you say your sorry &lt;br /&gt;For all you've gone and done &lt;br /&gt;Will you be forever sorry &lt;br /&gt;for what was there and then gone &lt;br /&gt;Or will you stand in your glory &lt;br /&gt;After the battles been won&lt;br /&gt;Stand up with your ax&lt;br /&gt;Whose got the biggest guns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::note::&lt;br /&gt;Insanity is defined as doing the same things over and over, expecting different results::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-4583265758825629995?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4583265758825629995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/epic-fall-into-damnation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4583265758825629995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4583265758825629995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/epic-fall-into-damnation.html' title='The Epic Fall into Damnation (sludge)'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5232557639007683953</id><published>2010-03-15T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:48:18.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Eternal Silence</title><content type='html'>The eternal sounds of silence&lt;br /&gt;Brings peace to my ears&lt;br /&gt;To know someday ill rest forever&lt;br /&gt;calms my troubled fears&lt;br /&gt;Chance lies in moment&lt;br /&gt;as you lie unaware&lt;br /&gt;A door closes, another one opens&lt;br /&gt;Whether wanted, or fair&lt;br /&gt;Any road you travel, leads to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Keep walking Lost Prophet&lt;br /&gt;you're already there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is on the road of lesser travel&lt;br /&gt;as you stop fearing the the unsure&lt;br /&gt;your noose will unravel&lt;br /&gt;as you touch ground&lt;br /&gt;be grateful for the gravel&lt;br /&gt;as it soaks up the rain&lt;br /&gt;which is swallowed by the earth&lt;br /&gt;Give to her your pain, she takes it and gives birth&lt;br /&gt;The life inside your veins&lt;br /&gt;is the life for which you search&lt;br /&gt;As the moon dies, the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;leaving shadows far behind&lt;br /&gt;bring light to the hell that dominates your mind&lt;br /&gt;Life the unforgotten treasure&lt;br /&gt;seek, and ye shall find&lt;br /&gt;Under Sun, Moon, and Stars the omniscient sign&lt;br /&gt;The proof of where we're going, Truth Divine&lt;br /&gt;Truth, your truest friend&lt;br /&gt;Forever and again...&lt;br /&gt;Always beyond Matter, from now until the end&lt;br /&gt;Beyond eternal silence&lt;br /&gt;Lies what is heaven Sent.&lt;div 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Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5711913072765511199</id><published>2010-03-15T08:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:33:30.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless the Children</title><content type='html'>Forge the road&lt;br /&gt;Death lies up ahead&lt;br /&gt;sentenced the same, as every borne child&lt;br /&gt;Cry sweet babe, mamas not coming back&lt;br /&gt;she left for high town&lt;br /&gt;fell between the cracks&lt;br /&gt;of this world left for hell&lt;br /&gt;where nothing means the same&lt;br /&gt;Will you fall victim, desolate warrior?&lt;br /&gt;drifting towards empty&lt;br /&gt;face your monsters&lt;br /&gt;serve no man&lt;br /&gt;you are your own&lt;br /&gt;on your own you stand&lt;br /&gt;blind to the guardian&lt;br /&gt;you, your own saint&lt;br /&gt;listen or be sheltered&lt;br /&gt;choose your own fate&lt;br /&gt;Lay in wastee wil&lt;br /&gt;or stitch your broken soul&lt;br /&gt;MY dying bride&lt;br /&gt;is the hell inside this hole&lt;br /&gt;silence your breathing&lt;br /&gt;taste the way you think&lt;br /&gt;my bloody whore&lt;br /&gt;saint fucking sinners&lt;br /&gt;Raping your forlorn spirit&lt;br /&gt;then they leave you in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Come to me my child&lt;br /&gt;I will steal your breath&lt;br /&gt;have faith in nothing&lt;br /&gt;but loneliness and death&lt;br /&gt;Fear loving children&lt;br /&gt;I will kill your hope&lt;br /&gt;feeding to your veins&lt;br /&gt;hate feels like dope&lt;br /&gt;seer your innocent brain&lt;br /&gt;spreads like wild fire&lt;br /&gt;driving man insane&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was a liar&lt;br /&gt;Mama was a whore&lt;br /&gt;Baby had to die, to even up the score&lt;br /&gt;all your life you ask&lt;br /&gt;Why? What for?&lt;br /&gt;Because babies become liars..and babies become whores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-5711913072765511199?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5711913072765511199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-bless-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5711913072765511199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5711913072765511199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-bless-children.html' title='God Bless the Children'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-3084933115504052961</id><published>2010-03-15T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:41:50.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy Song</title><content type='html'>Melancholy Song&lt;br /&gt;..Break the silence&lt;br /&gt;mind inside the dream&lt;br /&gt;a taste of sweet violence&lt;br /&gt;Hate becomes pristine&lt;br /&gt;Dominate and Violate&lt;br /&gt;Bleed my soul clean&lt;br /&gt;In my open casket, i will lie serene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing within sorrow&lt;br /&gt;lost inside black eyes&lt;br /&gt;before I wake tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;show me open skies&lt;br /&gt;looking straight to dawn&lt;br /&gt;along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;we sing a somber song&lt;br /&gt;that only hell would know&lt;br /&gt;if the path we take is wrong&lt;br /&gt;its still the path we chose&lt;br /&gt;He who once was bishop, now becomes the pawn&lt;br /&gt;reveling in the sadness&lt;br /&gt;in this melancholy song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this the witching hour&lt;br /&gt;The worst of demons hide&lt;br /&gt;We give to them their power&lt;br /&gt;By feeding ourselves lies&lt;br /&gt;In our weakened state we cower&lt;br /&gt;then fall to our demise&lt;br /&gt;Upon our noble tower&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Shower me in blood, innocence has died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give to me TRUE slumber&lt;br /&gt;Before the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;give to me the moon,&lt;br /&gt;as the sun dies&lt;br /&gt;Give to me, sweet universe, open eyes...&lt;br /&gt;the path of True Truth, takes my disguise&lt;br /&gt;If I never wake&lt;br /&gt;was I always fast asleep?&lt;br /&gt;And if my soul you take,&lt;br /&gt;was it ever mine to keep?&lt;br /&gt;If I dream these demons&lt;br /&gt;that make the angels weep&lt;br /&gt;kill me now&lt;br /&gt;Kill me while I sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-3084933115504052961?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3084933115504052961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/melancholy-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3084933115504052961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3084933115504052961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/melancholy-song.html' title='Melancholy Song'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-4009996307507881717</id><published>2010-03-09T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:55:07.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I live right now</title><content type='html'>The crow calls overhead&lt;br /&gt;as the Sun warms my skin&lt;br /&gt;I could do anything, so I do nothing instead&lt;br /&gt;I wait for peace to come from within&lt;br /&gt;I think "I am not body" inside my head&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are where chaos begins&lt;br /&gt;My reality lies in all my mind says&lt;br /&gt;These are my lessons, these are my sins&lt;br /&gt;If I didnt try to get me, I might as well be dead&lt;br /&gt;Why do I choose? Is it ever my choice?&lt;br /&gt;If my life is chosen for me,&lt;br /&gt;why do I have this voice?&lt;br /&gt;If this is my destiny, am I to rejoice?&lt;br /&gt;Can I pick my own ending&lt;br /&gt;with dignity and poise?&lt;br /&gt;Is this sound in my mind just static, just noise?&lt;br /&gt;This treasure I was lucky to find&lt;br /&gt;and even luckier to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Like a Door, A Miracle, a Sign&lt;br /&gt;This miraculous box of toys&lt;br /&gt;I must share, even if its just mine&lt;br /&gt;Ill show a few girls, a few of the boys&lt;br /&gt;That we are all children of the divine&lt;br /&gt;So Summon your strength from your hate&lt;br /&gt;with love, this is how your heart plays&lt;br /&gt;Without Joy, we become restless and hollow&lt;br /&gt;this sadness will always stay&lt;br /&gt;the emptiness always follows&lt;br /&gt;We are measured by our shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;which can drown us in fear of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;While blackness will fade away&lt;br /&gt;It can never take away our sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Our hatred it won't dissuade&lt;br /&gt;and we find ourselves in misery&lt;br /&gt;For the hearts that we betray&lt;br /&gt;all we will ever be is memory&lt;br /&gt;because of the truths that we evade&lt;br /&gt;History becomes Mockery&lt;br /&gt;Like the religiously destructive crusades&lt;br /&gt;There will be no victory&lt;br /&gt;While the Gods are led astray&lt;br /&gt;Chivalry is NOT dead&lt;br /&gt;Out of Fairy Tales its made&lt;br /&gt;the monsters under your bed&lt;br /&gt;Are the way, the truth, and the light.&lt;br /&gt;the Fire that never fades&lt;br /&gt;The Stars that shine at night&lt;br /&gt;The Truth will ALWAYS pervade&lt;br /&gt;As long as its love for which we fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-4009996307507881717?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4009996307507881717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-live-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4009996307507881717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4009996307507881717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-live-right-now.html' title='I live right now'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-2535776843923009777</id><published>2010-03-06T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:05:26.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>know thine enemy</title><content type='html'>Vagrant and solemn&lt;br /&gt;Myself for Always&lt;br /&gt;Home is nowhere&lt;br /&gt;So far and so few away&lt;br /&gt;This may not be fair&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here anyways&lt;br /&gt;Here and not there is the story nowadays&lt;br /&gt;While I am led astray&lt;br /&gt;By the world created FOR me&lt;br /&gt;I'll have my fucking say&lt;br /&gt;Or you will fucking bleed.&lt;br /&gt;My soul I can't betray&lt;br /&gt;OUR strength is OUR Unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me my fucking life back&lt;br /&gt;Give us everything we need&lt;br /&gt;We are not enslaved&lt;br /&gt;We'll fight for our Liberty&lt;br /&gt;Before I fucking rage&lt;br /&gt;I'll offer you civility&lt;br /&gt;before I eat your fucking brains&lt;br /&gt;after I condemn you for hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;Treat you like you're insane&lt;br /&gt;A thorny fucking crown&lt;br /&gt;For the Leaders of the Vain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have until sundown&lt;br /&gt;After midnight we pull out our tricks&lt;br /&gt;Know thine enemy&lt;br /&gt;six six six&lt;br /&gt;Keep the devil close&lt;br /&gt;He's a tricky little prick&lt;br /&gt;Every girl knows, he's got the biggest dick&lt;br /&gt;Gut him from below&lt;br /&gt;taste the wounds you inflict&lt;br /&gt;cause every man knows&lt;br /&gt;You like it really sick&lt;br /&gt;when you climb deep within&lt;br /&gt;the black depths of the beast&lt;br /&gt;Use their rules against them&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your bloody feast&lt;br /&gt;Blame it all on "sin"&lt;br /&gt;On death and Disease&lt;br /&gt;Rape the Beast Withing&lt;br /&gt;Bring her to his knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me my fucking life back&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything I need&lt;br /&gt;We are not enslaved&lt;br /&gt;We'll fight for Liberty&lt;br /&gt;Before I fucking rage&lt;br /&gt;I'll offer you civility&lt;br /&gt;before I eat your fucking brains&lt;br /&gt;after I condemn you for hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;and label you insane&lt;br /&gt;make you live for nothing&lt;br /&gt;which is everything in vain&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll fucking tell me&lt;br /&gt;whose the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;Let me loose upon this monster&lt;br /&gt;Say my True Name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-2535776843923009777?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2535776843923009777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/know-thine-enemy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/2535776843923009777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/2535776843923009777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/know-thine-enemy.html' title='know thine enemy'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-1569922998112120661</id><published>2010-03-02T16:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:15:39.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoke and mirrors</title><content type='html'>This is just sadness, It can't eat my bones&lt;br /&gt;A little taste of madness, in this realm of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Finding true happiness, is reaping what you sow&lt;br /&gt;Watching this grand scheme, which moves so very slow...&lt;br /&gt;this dream within a dream where we watch ourselves grow&lt;br /&gt;Where we watch ourselves DIE, but we pay to watch the show&lt;br /&gt;Where misery is only tragedy and love is PURe as snow...&lt;br /&gt;Time is just a fairy tale, moving like the wind blows...&lt;br /&gt;silently showing she's there by caressing your hair&lt;br /&gt;Forever, like the stars, that speak our destinies&lt;br /&gt;Which cant be erased by history...and are ever explored like mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Time is a test, not a race...Love is the scar you can't erase&lt;br /&gt;Life is a lesson we all must learn&lt;br /&gt;We all have faced disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Between truth and lies we must discern&lt;br /&gt;learn at your own pace...&lt;br /&gt;Only then can you return, to the ONLY sacred place&lt;br /&gt;Where clocks tick, but never turn, Where Love conquers Hate&lt;br /&gt;Where fire warms, but never burns and light just radiates&lt;br /&gt;Where tears are cried for those not heard&lt;br /&gt;Where reality waits outside,&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone knows reality is more then a little absurd&lt;br /&gt;Like a Comedy...a Broadway Play where we're all judged by our reaction&lt;br /&gt;How we learn to smile in the silliest of fashions&lt;br /&gt;How we only love with the mightiest of passions&lt;br /&gt;How we learn to fly, without being scared of crashing&lt;br /&gt;How we learn to see without using our eyes&lt;br /&gt;How we use the truth, to falsify Disguise&lt;br /&gt;How we read the message, written in the skies.&lt;br /&gt;How will we find magic inside this measuring of years?&lt;br /&gt;With a little luck, a lot of strength, and more then a few tears&lt;br /&gt;Love will lead the way through the land of smoke and mirrors&lt;br /&gt;and I will live all I can live, without the burden of my fears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-1569922998112120661?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1569922998112120661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/smoke-and-mirrors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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know what you want&lt;br /&gt;know your own mind&lt;br /&gt;Make sure your heart follows&lt;br /&gt;Always close behind&lt;br /&gt;Never should you wallow&lt;br /&gt;In fear of what you'lll find&lt;br /&gt;Seek only Truth&lt;br /&gt;The center of Divine&lt;br /&gt;I will not die, while I still live&lt;br /&gt;This life's my Grand Design&lt;br /&gt;My love pours out like Wine...&lt;br /&gt;This is what my soul needs&lt;br /&gt;This is what i chose&lt;br /&gt;without you is sweet grief&lt;br /&gt;With you, sweet release&lt;br /&gt;It's my hunger I must feed...&lt;br /&gt;To you..forever true&lt;br /&gt;The Lucky...the Fucked...The few&lt;br /&gt;What started out as words&lt;br /&gt;Slowly manifesting into&lt;br /&gt;The deepest of Black Blues&lt;br /&gt;What was once my Shadow&lt;br /&gt;Borne me Anew&lt;br /&gt;These boundaries, that only let me&lt;br /&gt;Show my loyalty to you&lt;br /&gt;I've given in to grounding&lt;br /&gt;To follow my forbidden dreams&lt;br /&gt;For we are slowly growing&lt;br /&gt;Into the Ruler's over Kings&lt;br /&gt;Truly the divinest beings&lt;br /&gt;We are OUR own creators&lt;br /&gt;What I am finally seeing:&lt;br /&gt;To reach for something greater,&lt;br /&gt;We must SEE what's in our hands&lt;br /&gt;See What we have,&lt;br /&gt;Then make OUr Demands&lt;br /&gt;We command the Universe&lt;br /&gt;We command the Stars&lt;br /&gt;we're making our own Stories&lt;br /&gt;and we do it with our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're taking all the Glory...&lt;br /&gt;Every Battle, VICTORY&lt;br /&gt;and the Fight I see in you...is the fight I FEEL in me&lt;br /&gt;The Belief I have in you...is the Belief you have in me&lt;br /&gt;Separate, as One, turning our dreams to Reality&lt;br /&gt;Fight for Serenity...Know beyond a doubt&lt;br /&gt;YOU are the Warmth Behind my Fire&lt;br /&gt;The NEED behind my Passion...&lt;br /&gt;The Strength of my Desire&lt;br /&gt;The Cause of My Reaction&lt;br /&gt;It's for your life that I plead&lt;br /&gt;That you see what I see...&lt;br /&gt;The God Inside you, is the God inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-6896257386961411544?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6896257386961411544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/02/black-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6896257386961411544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6896257386961411544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/02/black-blues.html' title='Black Blues'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-4286188248159124666</id><published>2010-02-22T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:28:22.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage and the Strength to Live it.</title><content type='html'>Take the Tallest bridge, over the biggest waters...Sail the darkest seas, Ride next to the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Climb the Tallest Mountain, Tame the Wildest Beast...Fight the biggest dragon, then eat the finest feast...&lt;br /&gt;Wander through the Forrest, Get lost amongst the vine...Build yourself a castle, build yourself a shrine.&lt;br /&gt;Fight your biggest monsters, Revel in their Defeat. Love til Death your women who will Serve you beyond defeat...Make magic work, make it real, make it happen...Believe what you will, what you want, What you Dare? Stand free, stand tall, stand Human after all...fall in love, fall in line, or fall victim...your fear is your disgrace. Follow your dreams, Follow your heart, Follow your mind, they are all their own art...Sing for the birds, Sing for the bees, sing for lover who isn't on his knees...Watch the sky wander...watch the clouds dissipate, Watch time creep by, Forget its there and it will saunter like that perfectly blue sky...&lt;br /&gt;Darkness shelters the stars we all take for granted, hides us from the truth so the truth we must seek... when we find the truth is what we'll see,then we will be freed to live eternally in the place where we know what we're made of...Where love makes anything possible, and music is like the softest kiss...from the Half that you have always missed...Time becomes irrelevant, and life becomes forever &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I become A demon, You my mighty sword, trapped in a dimension where Earth is only words...but words become vibration...which becomes reality...reality Keeps changing...do you know what that means?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-4286188248159124666?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4286188248159124666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/02/courage-and-strength-to-live-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4286188248159124666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4286188248159124666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/02/courage-and-strength-to-live-it.html' title='Courage and the Strength to Live it.'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-7938694367886635494</id><published>2010-02-21T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:39:43.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode</title><content type='html'>I walk into the dim of distance, Not a soul have I found...I hear a sound...an echo for instance... COming from the ground. Here he comes, the devil to take me.. I had taken to a grim Stance...&lt;br /&gt;He offered me no Resistance, and he was Handsome at a glance: It was obviously, his way of talking to me...&lt;br /&gt;Why bring me to, my knees with words? If I'm diseased and I am scorned! Deliver ME to Hell by Sword...I'll not be Mourned! He says I do indeed want your soul...For a few Pennies, OR A Price&lt;br /&gt;I say! You won't use it anyway...so I think, I'll make you pay thrice!&lt;br /&gt;He says: I'm here to make a deal, I got everything that you need!&lt;br /&gt;Baby, what'll it be? &lt;br /&gt;I laugh at him! YOU can't even love me! You ain't  never even been nice!&lt;br /&gt;Give it a chance! Did you know I can dance? Will you dance with me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I can Order the Stars...FOr you, My love... my Heart is history!&lt;br /&gt;I says to him now: I want your throne, I want it with you and as Mine...I need You to let me do as I please...I aml me, We have our own minds. I am my own, and your on your own, until I'm beside our throne.&lt;br /&gt;He says: Anything for you, anytime, any place...For you I'd move time, I'd move earth, I'd move space...If only I'll ever see love upon your face...&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the Sunrise, against the darkest skies...every morning, night is only a disguise. She warms me in her embrace...Reminding me, I am alive...that I can touch, and i can taste...The memory of Life fresh upon my dreams...lying in your arms, where time becomes obscene, no reason to make haste...Just a backdrop of a Scene.&lt;br /&gt;He says: I will give you the moon, I would offer you the Sun, I would offer you the universe, but there is Only One.. Every morning before we sleep, you will have this, of me.&lt;br /&gt;Love me like the Storm, Like Hate and Like Fire so I am satiated by the strength of your Desire&lt;br /&gt;Fight with me, Challenge me...Why Don't you Pique My Ire?&lt;br /&gt;We'll fade away until darkness, Where love is what we will conspire. Where we can Order the Stars, and weed out the Liars...Where every single moment is decided with Chivalry...On the hopes that someday we'll all share our dreams: The Depths of Hell no longer shrouded in mystery...For even darkness needs stars to hold in his Arms, And Satan Needs a Queen, to Show him... his own heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-7938694367886635494?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7938694367886635494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/02/ode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7938694367886635494'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;I am not torn asunder&lt;br /&gt;With Strength I will prevent&lt;br /&gt;Them from dragging me under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will heed the Devil's Call&lt;br /&gt;First I must make him Listen&lt;br /&gt;Get Him Under MY Thrall&lt;br /&gt;In the Blood which he was Christened&lt;br /&gt;In the Beginning we All must fall&lt;br /&gt;To the Earth which is divine&lt;br /&gt;It takes no Strength to End it All&lt;br /&gt;You must Seek what you will Find&lt;br /&gt;You must Heed the Devil's call&lt;br /&gt;To find your Mind&lt;br /&gt;I am not a Sign&lt;br /&gt;I am but a Child&lt;br /&gt;From the One's who Are Divine&lt;br /&gt;The Shadows are where they Peek&lt;br /&gt;To the Blackest parts of thee&lt;br /&gt;THe one's who choose to seek&lt;br /&gt;The Truths that set you free&lt;br /&gt;IN the midst of the tragedies&lt;br /&gt;Which add to her Mysteries&lt;br /&gt;What is knowing Warmth&lt;br /&gt;Without Winter's Storms?&lt;br /&gt;What is Laughter without Misery&lt;br /&gt;To Both you must Conform&lt;br /&gt;to Move past History&lt;br /&gt;YOu were Borne too Die&lt;br /&gt;SO why not breath in Life?&lt;br /&gt;If you are Sorrowed,&lt;br /&gt;Destroy Lies&lt;br /&gt;Your life is Borrowed&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;What will be, Is and will Be&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth, Water, Fire, Air&lt;br /&gt;Is from what we were Born&lt;br /&gt;We are the rightful Heirs&lt;br /&gt;to this our Earthbound Throne&lt;br /&gt;We have to Ascend the Stairs&lt;br /&gt;But We don't have to Walk alone&lt;br /&gt;The burden is Theirs&lt;br /&gt;who are the Unaware...&lt;br /&gt;That we could do it on our own&lt;br /&gt;We were not disowned&lt;br /&gt;We are the Children of Gods&lt;br /&gt;And we have NEVER walked Alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-2864490577821531009?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-8196374896241134830</id><published>2010-02-17T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:17:37.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;label id="pBlogSubject_529365323"&gt;Fairy Tales&lt;/label&gt;                                                                                                                  &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     This is only the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, or itl gets worse&lt;br /&gt;there's a saying that goes:&lt;br /&gt;you can't beat a dead horse&lt;br /&gt;Every girl always knows&lt;br /&gt;That we will always want more&lt;br /&gt;Our Love that is our Passion&lt;br /&gt;Is what we'd die for&lt;br /&gt;You are but an image&lt;br /&gt;trapped inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;What I thought I did see&lt;br /&gt;I will never find&lt;br /&gt;I still forget to breath&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;It might just all be worth it&lt;br /&gt;If your heart was not diseased&lt;br /&gt;You might just believe&lt;br /&gt;in the truth of my convictions&lt;br /&gt;But these are my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and these are my afflictions&lt;br /&gt;I can't and won't disguise&lt;br /&gt;the strength of my addictions&lt;br /&gt;These were my predictions&lt;br /&gt;I knew my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;building up in me&lt;br /&gt;For no apparent reason&lt;br /&gt;I have set my own trap&lt;br /&gt;Could this be treason?&lt;br /&gt;Of life from season to season...&lt;br /&gt;Its not me thats asking&lt;br /&gt;Its my Spirits Heart&lt;br /&gt;While I bask in the Sun&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;This is now my burden&lt;br /&gt;I am a GOD, I must find my wings&lt;br /&gt;Before the Devil takes everything&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to ever serve him&lt;br /&gt;I'll only reign by his side&lt;br /&gt;forever I will sing&lt;br /&gt;but never will I cry&lt;br /&gt;For what Life will bring&lt;br /&gt;i will live, and I will surely die&lt;br /&gt;as winter follows spring&lt;br /&gt;death becomes my ally&lt;br /&gt;As Sorrow becomes my King&lt;br /&gt;Love becomes my Glory&lt;br /&gt;This becomes the fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;that's writing all my stories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-8196374896241134830?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8196374896241134830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;But I love you liek the rain&lt;br /&gt;You crazy fucking Boy&lt;br /&gt;your making me insane!&lt;br /&gt;you bring me so much Joy&lt;br /&gt;Id rather die then hear you cry&lt;br /&gt;But I will end your fucking life&lt;br /&gt;and i'll lay with you until you sleep&lt;br /&gt;You are the angel in which my heart keeps&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone ever hurt you...&lt;br /&gt;I would break their fucking knees&lt;br /&gt;I love you like the summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;You are the child inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate your fucking guts&lt;br /&gt;you drive me so fucking nuts&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;You make gray skies Blue&lt;br /&gt;And I could never live without you&lt;br /&gt;My love's forever True.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-6806595022604538269?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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cast over me&lt;br /&gt;There will be no reprieve&lt;br /&gt;thats  the devil's decree&lt;br /&gt;I must dance all alone&lt;br /&gt;on the brink of insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk next to the fire&lt;br /&gt;do you know why you were born?&lt;br /&gt;Drowning with desires&lt;br /&gt;that only make you mourn&lt;br /&gt;Cheats, Thieves and Liars&lt;br /&gt;Will have there final morning&lt;br /&gt;Burn the funeral Pyre&lt;br /&gt;As their final warning&lt;br /&gt;From Himself, the Sire&lt;br /&gt;To the eternally scorned&lt;br /&gt;Who will tire but never sleep&lt;br /&gt;cry, but never weep&lt;br /&gt;forever, they will keep&lt;br /&gt;The lies that become them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the depths of hell&lt;br /&gt;you will hear them scream&lt;br /&gt;Alive, but not so well&lt;br /&gt;Caught inside your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is the spell&lt;br /&gt;That's cast over thee&lt;br /&gt;There is no reprieve,&lt;br /&gt;this is the devils decree&lt;br /&gt;we must all dance alone&lt;br /&gt;on this brink of insanity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-8521685342711900547?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8521685342711900547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/02/devil-serves-me-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8521685342711900547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8521685342711900547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/02/devil-serves-me-well.html' title='The Devil Serves Me 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/&gt;through this darkness&lt;br /&gt;in which I dwell&lt;br /&gt;I do more then handle&lt;br /&gt;time will surely tell...&lt;br /&gt;If I am just a servant&lt;br /&gt; then I'll serve you very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live a little dangerous&lt;br /&gt;so that I may lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for my heart&lt;br /&gt;So my heart is what I find&lt;br /&gt;Lost in trepidation&lt;br /&gt;Is this servant of time&lt;br /&gt;Suspended animation&lt;br /&gt;Still I walk the line&lt;br /&gt;Discovering that misery&lt;br /&gt;Lies true in the divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only whisper&lt;br /&gt;Until you speak my name&lt;br /&gt;Until you touch my skin&lt;br /&gt;You won't see me change&lt;br /&gt;Life came from within&lt;br /&gt;Never selfish, never vain...&lt;br /&gt;the thunder needing the rain&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of morning&lt;br /&gt;My Strong and Solemnest King...&lt;br /&gt;For the angels I will cry&lt;br /&gt;But it's for you I shall sing...&lt;div 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Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-6896030113823215362</id><published>2010-02-11T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:54:38.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monsters in my bed</title><content type='html'>Turn off all the lights&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing only Red&lt;br /&gt;Preparing now to fight&lt;br /&gt;the monsters in my bed&lt;br /&gt;I'll not fear the night&lt;br /&gt;Nor the demons in my head&lt;br /&gt;I musnt fear the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;In all that will be said&lt;br /&gt;I am not a victim,&lt;br /&gt;you willl never see me crawl&lt;br /&gt;I was borne a Victor&lt;br /&gt;I Grow stronger as I fall&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry you just missed her?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell her that you called&lt;br /&gt;She's hanging from the rafters&lt;br /&gt;and crawling up the walls&lt;br /&gt;From now until forever after&lt;br /&gt;She'll be taking no more calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me to and ill watch my tongue&lt;br /&gt; I'll do it the way that I please&lt;br /&gt;Ill be here until I'm done&lt;br /&gt;down upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think you've won?&lt;br /&gt;I'm here if only to appease&lt;br /&gt;Do not make me angry&lt;br /&gt;I only aim to please&lt;br /&gt;In fact shut your fucking mouth&lt;br /&gt;you know how to treat a lady?&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs or further down south?&lt;br /&gt;Ill shut up if you make me&lt;br /&gt;Could you maybe make it bleed?&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me daddy...give me what I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will watch my tongue?&lt;br /&gt;Ill Do it just the way you please?&lt;br /&gt;Ill smile until you are done&lt;br /&gt;Down upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like you have won?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel appeased?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monsters found my bed&lt;br /&gt;so fucking easy&lt;br /&gt;they crawled inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I got a little queasy&lt;br /&gt;I wished that I was dead&lt;br /&gt;but that would be too easy&lt;br /&gt;So I killed him instead&lt;br /&gt;Because he told me I was sleazy...&lt;br /&gt;I stabbed him in his head&lt;br /&gt;because he could not please me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-6896030113823215362?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6896030113823215362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/02/monsters-in-my-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6896030113823215362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6896030113823215362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/02/monsters-in-my-bed.html' title='monsters in my bed'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5441947107137398308</id><published>2010-02-07T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:29:08.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeds the dungeon</title><content type='html'>In this, the darkest of dungeons&lt;br /&gt;I have built my own walls&lt;br /&gt;I will not despair&lt;br /&gt;for I've built them on my own&lt;br /&gt;I dream of a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;From which I bleed&lt;br /&gt;from the eyes in my mind&lt;br /&gt;and which I scream&lt;br /&gt;to be set free&lt;br /&gt;From the lies that hide&lt;br /&gt;Who i could be&lt;br /&gt;I became thoughts&lt;br /&gt;that became my tears&lt;br /&gt;all because I wont hide behind my fears&lt;br /&gt;Ill not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;To live a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;because I know&lt;br /&gt;I understand my heart&lt;br /&gt;and the pain I see&lt;br /&gt;is a part of the biggest part of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a demon&lt;br /&gt;I'm a saint&lt;br /&gt;I must bleed to bear my seed&lt;br /&gt;But as Just One, I'm all I need&lt;br /&gt;But if truth be told&lt;br /&gt;It's for Love and Truth I plead.&lt;br /&gt;I see to the end&lt;br /&gt;the very last factor&lt;br /&gt;I speak of the last of truths&lt;br /&gt;The highest, possible matter&lt;br /&gt;What it should be, once we're done&lt;br /&gt;But we're still the youngest of Sons&lt;br /&gt;We're the mischievous and rebellious ones&lt;br /&gt;the craftiest and noblest creeps&lt;br /&gt;the kids that brought knives&lt;br /&gt;hoping to stab out your eyes&lt;br /&gt;you see it was all good an fun&lt;br /&gt;Until we made them all Die&lt;br /&gt;then everyones wearing disguises&lt;br /&gt;A grand list of suprises&lt;br /&gt;So you crawl to your dungeon inside&lt;br /&gt;Where black is the best place to hide&lt;br /&gt;Where only I can hear myself screaming&lt;br /&gt;In this darkness, where I am not dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I'll find peace in the realm where i was born&lt;br /&gt;made of sorrow, malice, and scorn&lt;br /&gt;where I was made to discover&lt;br /&gt;I am truly adorned&lt;br /&gt;A god, under her own&lt;br /&gt;The queen to my own throne&lt;br /&gt;And I will learn, i will fight I will bleed&lt;br /&gt;BE this my solemnest creed&lt;br /&gt;I will understand the Hate inside Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-5441947107137398308?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5441947107137398308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/02/bleeds-dungeon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5441947107137398308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5441947107137398308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/02/bleeds-dungeon.html' title='Bleeds the dungeon'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-954652814453787842</id><published>2010-02-05T18:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:31:54.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a wish</title><content type='html'>In the twilight of sweet chaos&lt;br /&gt;as I offer up my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I delve into the unknown&lt;br /&gt;For a taste of the unseen&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the worst of demons&lt;br /&gt;That Lie inside of Me&lt;br /&gt;My skin begins to quiver&lt;br /&gt;Like Death is in my bones&lt;br /&gt;I wait to be delivered&lt;br /&gt;By the hands that are unknown&lt;br /&gt;My destiny surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;as I am reaping what I sow&lt;br /&gt;The more I understand...&lt;br /&gt;the less I think I know&lt;br /&gt;I am just a child&lt;br /&gt;Waiting still to grow&lt;br /&gt;Wishing on every star&lt;br /&gt;That who I am will show&lt;br /&gt;Every tear and every scar&lt;br /&gt;Is a part of who we are&lt;br /&gt;Every thought, becomes reaction&lt;br /&gt;Want becomes satisfaction...&lt;br /&gt;I sit in silence&lt;br /&gt;This is my reprieve&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts aren't my destruction&lt;br /&gt;though they are my disease&lt;br /&gt;I am made of all the things&lt;br /&gt;That I choose to believe&lt;br /&gt;Love, Hate and Jealousy&lt;br /&gt;Fear, Doubt and Grief&lt;br /&gt;As I become Forlorn&lt;br /&gt;Its myself that I see&lt;br /&gt;Veiled in my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in Misery&lt;br /&gt;But this is just a mirror&lt;br /&gt;It cant see inside of me&lt;br /&gt;My spirit will not die&lt;br /&gt;From fear or tragedy&lt;br /&gt;I am on my own&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;I will always have Me&lt;br /&gt;To walk along with on my destiny&lt;br /&gt;As past becomes future&lt;br /&gt;and future becomes history&lt;br /&gt;I will find the source of magic&lt;br /&gt;I must fight for Mystery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-954652814453787842?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/954652814453787842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/02/make-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/954652814453787842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/954652814453787842'/><link 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in the desert&lt;br /&gt;you'll be drinking your own piss.&lt;br /&gt;For just a bit of Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;You'll lick her fiery lips&lt;br /&gt;For just a taste of water&lt;br /&gt;For just her somber kiss&lt;br /&gt;SO don't give up your everything&lt;br /&gt;To Die inside her midst.&lt;br /&gt;In the dark and dusty grave&lt;br /&gt;I watch her restless limbs&lt;br /&gt;I watch you offer prayers&lt;br /&gt;I hear your broken hymns&lt;br /&gt;I hear you cry your blight&lt;br /&gt;But admit not they're YOUR sins&lt;br /&gt;Your not afraid to fight&lt;br /&gt;But you know not what you'll win...&lt;br /&gt;There are finer things then fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;I find them rather Grim&lt;br /&gt;Like death, like DOOM, like rainclouds...&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch you hate&lt;br /&gt;This is your retribution&lt;br /&gt;You have chosen your own fate&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in institution&lt;br /&gt;Not a moment too late&lt;br /&gt;buried in destitution&lt;br /&gt;Before you turn Irate&lt;br /&gt;You rip out your own heart&lt;br /&gt;Before you self satiate.&lt;br /&gt;When I am done ill show my reprieve&lt;br /&gt;With laughter and blood red tears&lt;br /&gt;Hiding like tricks up my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I hide well, my years...&lt;br /&gt;The black side of my heart knows no grief&lt;br /&gt;nor regret, nor fear&lt;br /&gt;Its forgotten how to smile with no reason to weep&lt;br /&gt;Shes forgot how to hate&lt;br /&gt;How to dream when she sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Into blackness she fades&lt;br /&gt;No spirit to keep....&lt;br /&gt;For Spirit is the weakness...&lt;br /&gt;She is just her Maid...&lt;br /&gt;Bathed inside of sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Of the blood through which life is made&lt;br /&gt;I will not be vain&lt;br /&gt;I shall become hollow&lt;br /&gt;Arise from my Pain&lt;br /&gt;Reborn from where I wallow&lt;br /&gt;In the Depths of True Insane&lt;br /&gt;MAgic I must swallow&lt;br /&gt;For where there is belief&lt;br /&gt;Love is sure to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-9020275146225982894?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/9020275146225982894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-watched-me-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/9020275146225982894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/9020275146225982894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-watched-me-change.html' title='I watched Me change'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-7540815542714547266</id><published>2010-01-26T14:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:13:36.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fire for which we burn</title><content type='html'>I have to see beneath your armor&lt;br /&gt;to make sure you have skin&lt;br /&gt;As my lips will graze upon&lt;br /&gt;My eyes will see Within&lt;br /&gt;to make sure you have the heart&lt;br /&gt;To feel the greater things...&lt;br /&gt;My Soul has to dance&lt;br /&gt;It has too fly, it has to sing...&lt;br /&gt;Like a passionate and timeless trance&lt;br /&gt;where you touch, where you taste, where you see.&lt;br /&gt;Do you live in fear of tragedy?&lt;br /&gt;Do you follow fear or is it life you seek?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Fire chaser, I follow no time&lt;br /&gt;But I still bleed blood from this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Will you go through the depths of your hell&lt;br /&gt;to be all I'll ever need?&lt;br /&gt;to find  your goddess, you must search the stars&lt;br /&gt;She'll be looking just for you&lt;br /&gt;in the Valley of the Scarred,&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting your return&lt;br /&gt;From the battlefield of the lost&lt;br /&gt;In solitude a violent yearning...&lt;br /&gt;You'll be back by Winter's Frost&lt;br /&gt;Where Fire will always Burn&lt;br /&gt;Where clocks will stop their turning&lt;br /&gt;Time need not exist for now&lt;br /&gt;In shelter of Strengthened arms&lt;br /&gt;Enraptured, I avow&lt;br /&gt;To never seek false charm&lt;br /&gt;From now until Eternity&lt;br /&gt;A God upon your arm&lt;br /&gt;Coming home to seek Serenity&lt;br /&gt;Where Winter seams not so long&lt;br /&gt;In the span of One's destiny&lt;br /&gt;She'll sing your worship songs&lt;br /&gt;Of your Pride and Integrity&lt;br /&gt;Give up your guns, in your Goddesses Domain&lt;br /&gt;Forget of your grief, of your sorrow, of your pain&lt;br /&gt;A God is no God if he's sheltered and vain&lt;br /&gt;For life is your shadow from which you will learn&lt;br /&gt;and love is the fire, for which we all burn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-7540815542714547266?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7540815542714547266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/fire-for-which-we-burn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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still my mind&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts drift on air, Words against backdrop&lt;br /&gt;The world disappears, one moment at a time&lt;br /&gt;For no specific reason, but in chaotic rhyme&lt;br /&gt;After maeltstrom, the water always stills&lt;br /&gt;Silence revears the Storm&lt;br /&gt;Which has her own of free will&lt;br /&gt;she lacks compassion she lacks warmth&lt;br /&gt;like a lion as he kills&lt;br /&gt;The cycle is fullfilled&lt;br /&gt;I dwindle into sound, small as every living note&lt;br /&gt;Small as every atom, that never had to be&lt;br /&gt;Insignificant as every word that had ever been wrote&lt;br /&gt;But Its as LOUD as the eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;Where on God the Angels Dote&lt;br /&gt;Forever vowing to Humility, swearing off hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;But dancing with Insanity will always ens in death&lt;br /&gt;Which is not eternal rest, but the souls arrest&lt;br /&gt;leads him back to hell, for yet another test&lt;br /&gt;The whippoorwill sings at night&lt;br /&gt;Like the Sirens of my Sea&lt;br /&gt;Yet still i follow, yet still I fight&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, or In the light&lt;br /&gt;For the God inside me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-3747509949472630451?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3747509949472630451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/shhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3747509949472630451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3747509949472630451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/shhhh.html' title='shhhh'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-2140688788171785448</id><published>2010-01-22T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:49:56.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith before Foreplay</title><content type='html'>As the saying goes, its just another day where what I want doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit here getting old, as I sit here getting fatter. Its easier this way, If I don't know, I won't care. This is how the world will stay. It matters not what I think, I am a product of society...I barely think at all...&lt;br /&gt;So lie to me, lie to my face! Tell me once more how we're a free race, That these are our decisions and that YOUR Jesus, is MY only saving Grace, when all he did was preach to love your fellow man, But why should we do that, when we can fight on Holy Land! Lets take what was never ours, and use words, they'll never understand! Lets make their lives chaotic, Like living without hands. We promise we can change, and then we make demands...How can you learn anything, if your cups already full? How can you grow wings, if you're too afraid to fall? How will you learn to walk, if you never learned to crawl? How can we be strong, if we cannot stand tall, and how will we change, if we have no will at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-2140688788171785448?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2140688788171785448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/faith-before-foreplay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/2140688788171785448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/2140688788171785448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/faith-before-foreplay.html' title='Faith before Foreplay'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-670864406936903200</id><published>2010-01-19T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:40:12.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray as Grim</title><content type='html'>This is MY coffin&lt;br /&gt;In which I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;These are my shadows&lt;br /&gt;These are my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I am merely Nothing&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of my fate&lt;br /&gt;In which I am living&lt;br /&gt;For what I can ne'er Erase&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;I become as Gray as Grim&lt;br /&gt;As Black Surrounds my Death&lt;br /&gt;Anubis weighs my Sins&lt;br /&gt;Even Angels meet Retribution&lt;br /&gt;As God's we do not Begin&lt;br /&gt;This is the the way of the universe&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-670864406936903200?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/670864406936903200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/gray-as-grim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/670864406936903200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Deaths wake,&lt;br /&gt;On its walls...shadows creeping&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Shines her black toothed grin&lt;br /&gt;laughing as Angels are weeping.&lt;br /&gt;Burdened over what THEY call sin&lt;br /&gt;These secrets I am keeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a while My love...&lt;br /&gt;You keep my demons at bay&lt;br /&gt;I'm black as night, my love&lt;br /&gt;But I was born this Way&lt;br /&gt;Seeping in disarray&lt;br /&gt;I am Chaos my love,&lt;br /&gt;The life and death of decay&lt;br /&gt;Won't you cherish me love&lt;br /&gt;Because I am this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call on me midnight&lt;br /&gt;While in Crimson Blood Red Moon:&lt;br /&gt;Give to me your virgins&lt;br /&gt;Fed on silver spoons&lt;br /&gt;Not a moment too soon,&lt;br /&gt;Before I wreak Havoc,&lt;br /&gt;Before wreaking DOOM&lt;br /&gt;Before I lay my ashes,&lt;br /&gt;Death comes to soon...&lt;br /&gt;as I shed Lifes skin&lt;br /&gt;I reveal the blackest of wings&lt;br /&gt;Ill teach you of the fear,&lt;br /&gt;you bestow to false kings...&lt;br /&gt;Ill show you with my tears&lt;br /&gt;The destruction this will bring,&lt;br /&gt;When the moon passeth over,&lt;br /&gt;The ocean will sing&lt;br /&gt;To the adoring Sun, the Chosen One...&lt;br /&gt;Borne of Chaos and Reason&lt;br /&gt;Inside winters season&lt;br /&gt;I'll survive death&lt;br /&gt;to ensure your rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only for life, will you survive Sun,&lt;br /&gt;Death your only Treason...&lt;br /&gt;Only for love should you change Sun,&lt;br /&gt;Death, the final appeasing.&lt;br /&gt;If only the God's feel what we do,&lt;br /&gt;If only they see what we see&lt;br /&gt;They'll see the lies and the truths inside you&lt;br /&gt;They'll see your miseries&lt;br /&gt;View never askew&lt;br /&gt;Your Future, Your History&lt;br /&gt;As Prophet...not Jew&lt;br /&gt;Is not Hell A Mystery?&lt;br /&gt;And Heaven Just a view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a while my love,&lt;br /&gt;I'll Fight your demons away...&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm Black as Pitch my love,&lt;br /&gt;And in constant disarray&lt;br /&gt;We can live against chaos&lt;br /&gt;Or we can run from Death's Decay&lt;br /&gt;While we cherish our love&lt;br /&gt;we keep the blues away...&lt;br /&gt;If I died for you, my love&lt;br /&gt;My soul will imbue your armor&lt;br /&gt;Death lying next to you&lt;br /&gt;Her mask: the snake charmer&lt;br /&gt; After life, death is for ever after&lt;br /&gt;None but this, will ever matter...&lt;br /&gt;For in death i am your wings...&lt;br /&gt;and in life, I am your laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-8638134229914239295?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8638134229914239295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/die-by-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8638134229914239295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8638134229914239295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/die-by-me.html' title='Die by Me'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-7797039835694514544</id><published>2010-01-05T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:42:47.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Dance</title><content type='html'>I dance on meadows of stars&lt;br /&gt;in the twilight of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;My Heart skips ahead to far&lt;br /&gt;I become paralyzed...&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I seek  truth in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Your touch is my melody&lt;br /&gt;Your touch, is my demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fire becomes my soul&lt;br /&gt; To the depths of my core&lt;br /&gt;I SCREAM for more&lt;br /&gt;Though I am old of spirit&lt;br /&gt;It is Life that I adore&lt;br /&gt;It is Love that I live for&lt;br /&gt;I will worship only you&lt;br /&gt;As the Eye of Myself&lt;br /&gt;You will find only Truth&lt;br /&gt;If you can find your wings, let them see...&lt;br /&gt;I'll find mine inside of you&lt;br /&gt;As black as they might be&lt;br /&gt;Destructive Catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;Is the nature of the beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  found you in the valley of twilight&lt;br /&gt;between your hate and my scars&lt;br /&gt;Where we learned to fight&lt;br /&gt;Is where we found our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Whether wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;this is our work of art&lt;br /&gt;Our Cry in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You are my Ego, I am your Mind&lt;br /&gt;In the Death of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;We  intertwine&lt;br /&gt;You steal my breath&lt;br /&gt;Soft as wine, quick as Death&lt;br /&gt;In shadows, we rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On fire my soul&lt;br /&gt; Drowning  my core&lt;br /&gt;I am old of spirit&lt;br /&gt;But Life, I adore&lt;br /&gt;It is Love that I live for&lt;br /&gt;I will worship only you&lt;br /&gt;As the Eye of Myself&lt;br /&gt;You will find only Truth&lt;br /&gt; find your wings inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I'll find mine in  you&lt;br /&gt;As black as they might be&lt;br /&gt;Beauty making History&lt;br /&gt;Never tragedy nor travesty&lt;br /&gt;I put my faith in thee,&lt;br /&gt;for It is YOU I have chosen to See.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-7797039835694514544?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7797039835694514544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7797039835694514544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7797039835694514544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-dance.html' title='Let&apos;s Dance'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-6337054907860181480</id><published>2009-12-28T05:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T05:25:38.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance of the Muse</title><content type='html'>Your mouth is dry, I give you Water&lt;br /&gt;replenish your anxious spirit&lt;br /&gt;Reach to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;ask for the rain&lt;br /&gt;I was Dancing on the water&lt;br /&gt;When my feet rose off shore&lt;br /&gt;I pine for, I adore...&lt;br /&gt;Lovers of the sunrise,&lt;br /&gt; Musing over magic&lt;br /&gt;Telling me stories&lt;br /&gt;Some funny, some Tragic&lt;br /&gt;Violent, and Estranged&lt;br /&gt;maniacally Deranged&lt;br /&gt;Chaotically Prearranged&lt;br /&gt;are the paths to destiny&lt;br /&gt;A Positive Negativity&lt;br /&gt;Who’d do anything for me...&lt;br /&gt; The Court, and her Jester&lt;br /&gt; A God and his Muse&lt;br /&gt; A Queen and HER King&lt;br /&gt; A Truth not Confused&lt;br /&gt; Ruler of My Kingdom,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be Not your slave&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be only yours,&lt;br /&gt;but I will not behave&lt;br /&gt;You can not tame the ocean&lt;br /&gt;You cannot have my Will&lt;br /&gt;You have my desire&lt;br /&gt;My heart, made still...&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir, my sire&lt;br /&gt;I dance for only you,&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of your emblazoned fires&lt;br /&gt;I'll prove that I am true&lt;br /&gt;Darkest of Demons&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Angel’s of Day&lt;br /&gt;The Truth will win at day break&lt;br /&gt;But the Dark’s still here to stay&lt;br /&gt;No reason not to play&lt;br /&gt;It treads not upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Nor rips my life away&lt;br /&gt;So I dance with the Devil&lt;br /&gt;and I Sing to the Sun&lt;br /&gt;So the kingdoms stay neutral&lt;br /&gt;and nothing is Won.&lt;br /&gt;My soul is now grounded&lt;br /&gt;The future is now here&lt;br /&gt;Reaction, resounding&lt;br /&gt;in the lack of my fear&lt;br /&gt;I choose to live&lt;br /&gt;Right now to not confuse&lt;br /&gt;I'll dance only for my King&lt;br /&gt;As only His Muse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-6337054907860181480?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6337054907860181480/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-2597875378362862866</id><published>2009-12-24T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:58:39.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring me to Valhalla</title><content type='html'>Carry me to Valhalla&lt;br /&gt;The hall of Reckoning&lt;br /&gt;I must be judged for my Life&lt;br /&gt;I must face Odin&lt;br /&gt;TO leave this Earth, I fight&lt;br /&gt;the beasts I rode in&lt;br /&gt;Who have turned against my name&lt;br /&gt;To wind they cast Me&lt;br /&gt;This is my shame, my retribution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand, among you Our GODS&lt;br /&gt;To ask forgiveness for OUR deeds&lt;br /&gt;I trade, the soul from which I bleed&lt;br /&gt;For a taste of heaven&lt;br /&gt;in the midst off all this Hell&lt;br /&gt;To forever be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;For the hate in which I dwell&lt;br /&gt;Am I Forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek the dark inside the plague&lt;br /&gt;I can't read the masks behind the stage&lt;br /&gt;Where there are shadows&lt;br /&gt;There's dark that we cant see&lt;br /&gt;Every step, is one in Misery&lt;br /&gt;So wicked, So estranged&lt;br /&gt;Strangled in self treachery&lt;br /&gt;becoming animals, deranged&lt;br /&gt;can't you see it's in the stars&lt;br /&gt;Predetermined, prearranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand, Beside you Our GODS!&lt;br /&gt;To ask for help for our misfortunes&lt;br /&gt;These were not OUR deeds&lt;br /&gt;I give the soul from which I bleed&lt;br /&gt;For a Glimpse of heaven&lt;br /&gt;in the midst off all this Hell&lt;br /&gt;To forever be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;For the hate in which I dwell&lt;br /&gt;Am I Forgiven?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-2597875378362862866?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2597875378362862866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/bring-me-to-valhalla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/2597875378362862866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/2597875378362862866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/bring-me-to-valhalla.html' title='Bring me to Valhalla'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-6230013152089116987</id><published>2009-12-23T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:59:01.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give us our daily MEAT</title><content type='html'>I'll place in front of you a picture. what you see, is what you believe, what you see will always change, what you believe stays the same...you follow a lie because its whispered.,,"pssst...pay attention Mister, this ones important! Important to me is this decree, and if it's all the same to you, you should listen to me! FOr I've seen all there is  to see, Its much more comfortable in my seat, I am the rich, the Elite!"&lt;br /&gt;I stumble on this my brain, too confused, too dumb or too vain, to think for myself is insane! It matters not what I think! Nobody care's if I care! I don't care if I care!&lt;br /&gt;Id rather be watching the boob tube! Getting shitty, getting drunk, getting fooled. I don't care what happens to my life...but I'm a pussy and I'm scared of dying.  SO I'm gonna lie here and stop trying, and hope that someone listens to my whining.&lt;br /&gt;Here he comes this noble shepherd, taking Sheep under his wing "I will take you, if you will feed me, the first of your sons and daughters, I will keep you, feed you, love you..worship me as your god, as yourself. SLit the throats of your begotten Sons, at the Death of Summer Sun, and I will be your chosen One.&lt;br /&gt;We are embodiment of GODS!  Slit not, the throats of the Sun! Slit open the throats of SHEEP, To give us our daily MEAT! Cry not for the spiritually TIMID, Cry not for the Minds of the Meak. Only the Strong will the GODS seek...Not the Dead...not the Weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-6230013152089116987?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6230013152089116987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-us-our-daily-meat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6230013152089116987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6230013152089116987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-us-our-daily-meat.html' title='Give us our daily MEAT'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-9028945115795739834</id><published>2009-12-22T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:04:27.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO you hear what I hear?</title><content type='html'>Can I Shift reality&lt;br /&gt;Will I suffer Banality&lt;br /&gt;If this story becomes Tragic?&lt;br /&gt;Will I wound my paper wings,&lt;br /&gt;For the rights to foolish things?&lt;br /&gt;By weaving spells of magic&lt;br /&gt;Inside the heavens, I sing&lt;br /&gt;To God's I offer My Being&lt;br /&gt;TO see the bigger dream&lt;br /&gt;What the Universe is Seeing&lt;br /&gt;Is Quite the Spectacular Scene&lt;br /&gt;In old Forgotten sayings&lt;br /&gt;we know not what they mean&lt;br /&gt;There is power on This Ley Line&lt;br /&gt;I know what they are for...&lt;br /&gt;The key to unopened Minds&lt;br /&gt;The Key to all Unopened Doors&lt;br /&gt;UNIverse is what you find&lt;br /&gt;Then in, the magic pours.&lt;br /&gt;Straight from the heart of the divine...&lt;br /&gt;To each and every shore&lt;br /&gt;Who couldn't ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;When life is no longer a right&lt;br /&gt;Will you die or will you fight?&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared to Defend you&lt;br /&gt;If you prepared to defend me&lt;br /&gt;And with the might of all powerful God's&lt;br /&gt;We will eradicate thee&lt;br /&gt;This is my final Decree&lt;br /&gt;You will cease to be&lt;br /&gt;Never making History.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-7691206352349345732</id><published>2009-12-21T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:37:31.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of the Sun</title><content type='html'>cold nights, warm hands&lt;br /&gt;a warm heart makes no demands&lt;br /&gt;A touch is for comfort&lt;br /&gt;for love, relief&lt;br /&gt;this requires no effort&lt;br /&gt;Just let go...release&lt;br /&gt;breath in a moment&lt;br /&gt;Take it...it's yours&lt;br /&gt;Touch just this moment&lt;br /&gt;Take Heed, Don't ignore&lt;br /&gt;What is this happening for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold air, warm body&lt;br /&gt;Fire light dances upon me&lt;br /&gt;and here I am dancing for you&lt;br /&gt;If only for your eyes&lt;br /&gt;If only for this moment&lt;br /&gt;Swaying to candlelight&lt;br /&gt;a thousand violin's&lt;br /&gt;singing to the thunder&lt;br /&gt; song of the wind&lt;br /&gt; trembling heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Fire Roars to Life&lt;br /&gt;Passion meets Devotion&lt;br /&gt;Happiness...strife&lt;br /&gt;Love just like the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Earth the Sun Wife&lt;br /&gt;Mind and Body cursed&lt;br /&gt;Universe show me your mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Give the light for which I thirst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-7691206352349345732?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7691206352349345732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Through Tormented tears and screaming&lt;br /&gt;Out comes your demon&lt;br /&gt;through blood guts and semen&lt;br /&gt;In this the Dead Season&lt;br /&gt;A Cycle has no End for ONE Reason&lt;br /&gt;The Sun comes out again&lt;br /&gt;To Kiss His Blue reflection&lt;br /&gt;He warms her winter waters&lt;br /&gt;In return for her adoration&lt;br /&gt;and her waves of intuition&lt;br /&gt;the Sun atop the Ocean&lt;br /&gt;is Energy in motion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-2232226703250202924?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2232226703250202924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/death-becomes-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;         &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     &lt;div id="pBlogBody_522538006" class="blogContent"&gt;As we Dance upon the atoms&lt;br /&gt;Chaos arranging in air&lt;br /&gt;You consciousness will fathom&lt;br /&gt;God and The Devil as a pair&lt;br /&gt;when chaos prevails it's not random&lt;br /&gt;Though no reason to Despair&lt;br /&gt;The Polarity is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream will become Hope&lt;br /&gt;Hope will become Destiny&lt;br /&gt;Destiny becomes its Future&lt;br /&gt;Future becomes our History&lt;br /&gt;Love without Nurture&lt;br /&gt;Turns to Hatred and Pain&lt;br /&gt;Pain becomes Vital&lt;br /&gt;when you're seeing through the vain&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Mr. Ego&lt;br /&gt;Come in from the rain&lt;br /&gt;You look so kind, so regal&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're not insane&lt;br /&gt;Will you look into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;So I can see that you won't change?&lt;br /&gt;What is my true name?&lt;br /&gt;AM I just like you?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel inside My GOD,&lt;br /&gt;but I Feel the Devil Too&lt;br /&gt;These Questions plague my brain&lt;br /&gt;I must see through whats not true&lt;br /&gt;to take away my pain&lt;br /&gt;My Pain I delve into&lt;br /&gt;To See the God in me,&lt;br /&gt;I must See Meet the Devil Too.&lt;br /&gt;And while he plays his guitar&lt;br /&gt;I'll be singing his blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;!--- 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reason&lt;br /&gt;Give me Love without treason&lt;br /&gt;I ask for you beside me&lt;br /&gt;Calling you by your true name&lt;br /&gt;Under Sky I will lie open&lt;br /&gt;Subjected to my own dark despair&lt;br /&gt;Enough Life in me to find&lt;br /&gt;The heaven Ascended stairs&lt;br /&gt;That lead me to my mind&lt;br /&gt;To a place where I am Blind&lt;br /&gt;Walls inside a dungeon&lt;br /&gt;Without the light to see&lt;br /&gt;I feel a cruel curmudgeon&lt;br /&gt;Lying deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Her breath smells of nothing&lt;br /&gt;Glowering eyes of misery&lt;br /&gt;Your lies, prove your tricks&lt;br /&gt;Shadows and Dishonesty&lt;br /&gt;No chivalry for the wicked&lt;br /&gt;You do not belong here&lt;br /&gt;I am throwing YOU out&lt;br /&gt;I will not live in fear&lt;br /&gt;While you Toss me about&lt;br /&gt;My walls will build my fire&lt;br /&gt;I have a voice so i can SHOUT&lt;br /&gt;YOU WISH NOT TO PIQUE MY IRE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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sky&lt;br /&gt;In thorns of blood red roses...&lt;br /&gt;I breath and then I sigh...&lt;br /&gt;This is oh so sweet repose&lt;br /&gt;I bleed but I won't die&lt;br /&gt;And I can still smell the roses...&lt;br /&gt;If I had my body always&lt;br /&gt;Life would be in vain...&lt;br /&gt;To touch life forever...&lt;br /&gt;Might take away all its meaning...&lt;br /&gt;So we taste it all away...&lt;br /&gt;Then we want to make it stay&lt;br /&gt;Because we're feigning.&lt;br /&gt;We want more and more and more&lt;br /&gt;it's magic from which we're feeding&lt;br /&gt;Like the drugs our bodies are needing&lt;br /&gt;Because of the lives, we are leading...&lt;br /&gt;What are YOU living them for?&lt;br /&gt;Do you look for doors?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you live on all fours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-7639522594580064869?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-3177365210411316925</id><published>2009-12-04T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:53:19.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscious Thought</title><content type='html'>Take a silence, breath a minute&lt;br /&gt;ponder conscience&lt;br /&gt;Wander mind, wander thought&lt;br /&gt;Wander Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Sit still, change your mind&lt;br /&gt;change your perception&lt;br /&gt;Take apart what you believe&lt;br /&gt;Make up your own minds...&lt;br /&gt;Ask more then just a question&lt;br /&gt;You must seek only truths&lt;br /&gt;then Give your heart...share your mind&lt;br /&gt;with you...and your kind&lt;br /&gt;Explore in your abilities,&lt;br /&gt;explore mysteries that you find&lt;br /&gt;Be not afraid of the power of your mind&lt;br /&gt;I will not be afraid of the power of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are the sign...&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, life divine&lt;br /&gt;We are all time for all time&lt;br /&gt;chaos meeting rhythm and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Evolution in the making&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is our's for the taking&lt;br /&gt;If our perceptions, we would rearrange&lt;br /&gt;walls give way to open space&lt;br /&gt;If only we knew what we were looking at&lt;br /&gt;when we stare ourselves straight in the face&lt;br /&gt;Conscience is the blessing of&lt;br /&gt;Our life, as the Human Race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-3177365210411316925?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3177365210411316925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/conscious-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3177365210411316925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3177365210411316925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/conscious-thought.html' title='Conscious Thought'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5628684376732281851</id><published>2009-12-03T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:08:44.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deny yourself</title><content type='html'>So what's in the writing scarred prophet?&lt;br /&gt;What's the real truth of reality?&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing we can do to stop it?!&lt;br /&gt;Or is death of Soul  a formality?&lt;br /&gt;DO we conquer the fear that we hold?&lt;br /&gt;Or Do we fold to what we are told?&lt;br /&gt;The young no longer the bold...&lt;br /&gt;Our Spirit has been diminished&lt;br /&gt;To a sad and anxious little spark&lt;br /&gt;No more Life, you are finished&lt;br /&gt;One more light...gone out...in the dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-5628684376732281851?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5628684376732281851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/deny-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5628684376732281851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5628684376732281851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/deny-yourself.html' title='Deny yourself'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-97678594600082239</id><published>2009-12-03T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:08:17.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     My home is this graveyard&lt;br /&gt;I am sheltered in Doom&lt;br /&gt;The dead berate me&lt;br /&gt;Under the crimson moon&lt;br /&gt;In my own skin, I lie entombed&lt;br /&gt;Death still haunting me in the spirit of noon&lt;br /&gt;I lie in roses to keep me serene&lt;br /&gt;Invoking the Demons&lt;br /&gt;Who lie inside me&lt;br /&gt;They wither at dawn,&lt;br /&gt;then Im on my own&lt;br /&gt;through flesh Im redeemed&lt;br /&gt;I give up my throne&lt;br /&gt;To the dead and diseased&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkness they roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crow calls at midnight&lt;br /&gt;the stars guide their way&lt;br /&gt;Daylight she fights&lt;br /&gt;in tattered remains&lt;br /&gt;while the vampires soothes you&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of the night&lt;br /&gt;He drives you insane, with all of his might&lt;br /&gt;An embrace so warm,&lt;br /&gt;An embrace so tight&lt;br /&gt;Fits to my form&lt;br /&gt;Fitting just right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the wind whispers&lt;br /&gt;to the man in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Towards the three sisters&lt;br /&gt;We cannot deny&lt;br /&gt;Fire she beckons me&lt;br /&gt;to stare in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Predatory victory&lt;br /&gt;gives away his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Gives away his shadows&lt;br /&gt;to a grander disguise&lt;br /&gt;Glancing into mirrors&lt;br /&gt;You stare into the skies&lt;br /&gt;The moon is the shepherd&lt;br /&gt;The stars are my disguise&lt;br /&gt;The night who cradles my bloody desires&lt;br /&gt;is fed by the nightmares&lt;br /&gt;that feed hells fires&lt;br /&gt;stoked with the innocent&lt;br /&gt;born of liars&lt;br /&gt;layered upon funeral Pyre&lt;br /&gt;As smoke lines the sky&lt;br /&gt;with lust hate and greed&lt;br /&gt;your dark angels destruction&lt;br /&gt;can never be&lt;br /&gt;Dark Angels are coming to Irradicate thee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-97678594600082239?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/97678594600082239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/three-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/97678594600082239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/97678594600082239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/12/three-sisters.html' title='Three sisters'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-4820205520384187019</id><published>2009-11-18T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:08:19.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Life</title><content type='html'>Dreams of Mine&lt;br /&gt;Flow like Wine&lt;br /&gt;Love Divine&lt;br /&gt;Taste of Truly&lt;br /&gt;lost no more&lt;br /&gt;life bleeds for all of me&lt;br /&gt;Rain cleanses me&lt;br /&gt;This is my reprieve&lt;br /&gt;Let him see, what I see&lt;br /&gt;I need not Pain&lt;br /&gt;I shant refrain&lt;br /&gt;From love, which is not my burden&lt;br /&gt;Love is my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;I am freed&lt;br /&gt;by the hope that you've given me&lt;br /&gt;Look into my face&lt;br /&gt;All lies have been erased&lt;br /&gt;You are my salvation&lt;br /&gt;My peaceful and sovereign nation&lt;br /&gt;I see no disgrace&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows that I chase&lt;br /&gt;I find no shame&lt;br /&gt;In the shelter of your name&lt;br /&gt;Life is not in vain&lt;br /&gt;Life seeps from my veins&lt;br /&gt;I am not deceived&lt;br /&gt;By the fear that lies in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-4820205520384187019?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4820205520384187019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-me-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4820205520384187019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4820205520384187019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-me-life.html' title='Give Me Life'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-3306107400720994270</id><published>2009-11-18T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:07:30.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>three sisters</title><content type='html'>My home is this graveyard&lt;br /&gt;I am sheltered in Doom&lt;br /&gt;The dead berate me&lt;br /&gt;Under the crimson moon&lt;br /&gt;In my own skin, I lie entombed&lt;br /&gt;Death still haunting me in the spirit of noon&lt;br /&gt;I lie in roses to keep me serene&lt;br /&gt;Invoking the Demons&lt;br /&gt;Who lie inside me&lt;br /&gt;They wither at dawn,&lt;br /&gt;then Im on my own&lt;br /&gt;through flesh Im redeemed&lt;br /&gt;I give up my throne&lt;br /&gt;To the dead and diseased&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkness they roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crow calls at midnight&lt;br /&gt;the stars guide their way&lt;br /&gt;Daylight she fights&lt;br /&gt;in tattered remains&lt;br /&gt;while the vampires soothes you&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of the night&lt;br /&gt;He drives you insane, with all of his might&lt;br /&gt;An embrace so warm,&lt;br /&gt;An embrace so tight&lt;br /&gt;Fits to my form&lt;br /&gt;Fitting just right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the wind whispers&lt;br /&gt;to the man in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Towards the three sisters&lt;br /&gt;We cannot deny&lt;br /&gt;Fire she beckons me&lt;br /&gt;to stare in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Predatory victory&lt;br /&gt;gives away his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Gives away his shadows&lt;br /&gt;to a grander disguise&lt;br /&gt;Glancing into mirrors&lt;br /&gt;You stare into the skies&lt;br /&gt;The moon is the shepherd&lt;br /&gt;The stars are my disguise&lt;br /&gt;The night who cradles my bloody desires&lt;br /&gt;is fed by the nightmares&lt;br /&gt;that feed hells fires&lt;br /&gt;stoked with the innocent&lt;br /&gt;born of liars&lt;br /&gt;layered upon funeral Pyre&lt;br /&gt;As smoke lines the sky&lt;br /&gt;with lust hate and greed&lt;br /&gt;your dark angels destruction&lt;br /&gt;can never be&lt;br /&gt;Dark Angels are coming to Irradicate thee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-3306107400720994270?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3306107400720994270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/three-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3306107400720994270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3306107400720994270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/three-sisters.html' title='three sisters'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-6225387422348147336</id><published>2009-11-16T08:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:57:54.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The moments lying in now</title><content type='html'>I feel a slight, trembling from&lt;br /&gt;the currents of sharp electricity&lt;br /&gt;The strength I will summon&lt;br /&gt;from brutal eccentricity&lt;br /&gt;I am enough to fill&lt;br /&gt;all my void&lt;br /&gt;The air is so still&lt;br /&gt;that i cannot avoid&lt;br /&gt;the unmerciful veracity&lt;br /&gt;Of this moment&lt;br /&gt;This energy feeds my tenacity&lt;br /&gt;My perspicacity is unyielding&lt;br /&gt;My mind does it's own feeling&lt;br /&gt;Without the hate, I'd been wielding&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon the Sublime&lt;br /&gt;I forgot of Space and Time&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about Reason or Rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;I sought and I kept seeking&lt;br /&gt;But Peace, I could not find!&lt;br /&gt;As I gave up, there it was! magic!&lt;br /&gt;It was alive and well I felt hope!&lt;br /&gt;No Fear I had of what could be tragic!&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about negative noise&lt;br /&gt;no thoughts...no drowning in static&lt;br /&gt;Strength had found my Poise&lt;br /&gt;It came from me old and creaky attic!&lt;br /&gt;In the quiet of my dusty old toys&lt;br /&gt;There lie guitars from Rock n Roll boys&lt;br /&gt;They sat and played while I played dead dollies&lt;br /&gt;I Remembered magic, I remembered folly&lt;br /&gt;I remember reality calling&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to wake from my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Benality ripping at bloody seams&lt;br /&gt;Tells me I will be set free...&lt;br /&gt;So I decide with frivolity&lt;br /&gt;I will bleed with Glee...&lt;br /&gt;If only so I can feed&lt;br /&gt;My loves, my life, My seeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-6225387422348147336?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6225387422348147336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/moments-lying-in-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6225387422348147336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6225387422348147336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/moments-lying-in-now.html' title='The moments lying in now'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-937977095186499517</id><published>2009-11-12T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:35:31.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King of the Jews</title><content type='html'>I walk alone, my own paths&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at the depths of my fears...&lt;br /&gt;With an Angel's wrath, i cry my tears&lt;br /&gt;When I laugh, I laugh for years&lt;br /&gt;When I live, I won't live in pieces&lt;br /&gt;Cause When I Die, I'll Die for years...&lt;br /&gt;As I Hate, I see the Hate in Me&lt;br /&gt;Disgrace in thee, is disgrace in Me&lt;br /&gt;Until I've let my monsters free&lt;br /&gt;They'll never ever leave me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born, the moon high above&lt;br /&gt;Veiled in shadows&lt;br /&gt;Not born out of love&lt;br /&gt;Deceit and Lies,&lt;br /&gt;they often slept with me&lt;br /&gt;In the Midst of the Night&lt;br /&gt;I silenced my cries&lt;br /&gt;I put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;With the Monsters laying at my side&lt;br /&gt;Will you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to sprout my wings&lt;br /&gt;As the Rain begins too sing&lt;br /&gt;I come alive as it lies in me&lt;br /&gt;My purpose settling on my shores&lt;br /&gt;With this I can share my Peace,&lt;br /&gt;With this I can live for more&lt;br /&gt;When My Hate and Violence cease...&lt;br /&gt;I'll find what Passion's for&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do it with such ease&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it just to please you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the love of my Moon&lt;br /&gt;And the silence of the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Born me of Hate and of Love&lt;br /&gt;Show me Deceit and Lies&lt;br /&gt;Hold me through the Dark of the Night&lt;br /&gt;Bring Alive My Cries&lt;br /&gt;I might put up a Fight&lt;br /&gt;Against the Monsters at my side&lt;br /&gt;But now they're the ones who hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO let me clean off the old Piano&lt;br /&gt;And I'll sing you a tune&lt;br /&gt;About a time when life was ugly&lt;br /&gt;But that's all that I knew...&lt;br /&gt;I mighta did a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;that you might not do&lt;br /&gt;You can judge me or not&lt;br /&gt;You're not me you're you...&lt;br /&gt;And like me, you will rot&lt;br /&gt;And like me, you are not&lt;br /&gt;The King of the Jews...&lt;br /&gt;We all get the blues....&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-937977095186499517?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/937977095186499517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/king-of-jews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/937977095186499517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/937977095186499517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/king-of-jews.html' title='King of the Jews'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-3881938481724494466</id><published>2009-11-11T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:44:40.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mirrors and Illusions</title><content type='html'>I walk steadily on, with a sense of urgency&lt;br /&gt;And a sense of wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the chance  to be Free&lt;br /&gt;My Intentions are to See, the Truth inside ME&lt;br /&gt;To be Face to Face with my Shadows&lt;br /&gt;Face to Face with my Hate&lt;br /&gt;Face to Face with my Sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Face to Face with my Fate.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to Wade or Wallow&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of mind slumber&lt;br /&gt;where dreams. the dead things swallow&lt;br /&gt;People become just numbers&lt;br /&gt;But numbers only Follow&lt;br /&gt;I will wake to find daily bread&lt;br /&gt;In the visions  you give me&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in words, stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;I will sleep to find the dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Its my mind that I am seeing&lt;br /&gt;Free of Body, I free my Mind&lt;br /&gt;to a higher state of being&lt;br /&gt;I will search for I will Find&lt;br /&gt;A place where I am humble and kind&lt;br /&gt;Where I can have faith&lt;br /&gt;and dance with Childlike Mirth&lt;br /&gt;Wandering through days with no reason for haste&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Caressing her face...&lt;br /&gt;As she breathes and she mumbles&lt;br /&gt;her language True Divine&lt;br /&gt;She knows on the steps I will stumble&lt;br /&gt;I keep walking...taking my time&lt;br /&gt;I'm Planting only Seeds&lt;br /&gt;In my Rhythm in my Rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Your mirrors you must Read&lt;br /&gt;You Must never stop your study,&lt;br /&gt;There are no conclusions&lt;br /&gt;This story does not end,&lt;br /&gt;A story is just Illusion,&lt;br /&gt;With life, it cannot contend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-3881938481724494466?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3881938481724494466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/mirrors-and-illusions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3881938481724494466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3881938481724494466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/mirrors-and-illusions.html' title='mirrors and Illusions'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-6540051768289440090</id><published>2009-11-06T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:53:13.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ineffability</title><content type='html'>I just want to blend in for awhile&lt;br /&gt;to think about whats really worth my while&lt;br /&gt;When i dont feel my smile I fade to gray&lt;br /&gt;SLowly I feel my life draining my life away&lt;br /&gt;SO I will lead my own way&lt;br /&gt;Through these choices I must make&lt;br /&gt;My soul I can't betray&lt;br /&gt;This is the life that I've received&lt;br /&gt;This mind and all of it's dreams&lt;br /&gt;Its not my mind that is diseased&lt;br /&gt;Its by our minds that we are freed&lt;br /&gt;To give of our life, to plant these Seeds&lt;br /&gt;Return to life, this is your spirits nature&lt;br /&gt;Give of love, if just to nurture&lt;br /&gt;Give of love if just to see&lt;br /&gt;beyond our future into eternal eternity&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a slave to momentary Lunacy&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a slave to your fear&lt;br /&gt;Do not lie crippled by your tears&lt;br /&gt;Watch your shadows disappear&lt;br /&gt;And as your mirror is made clear&lt;br /&gt;To your purpose you will be near&lt;br /&gt;Tis better then a long lost lover&lt;br /&gt;tis better then long lost friends&lt;br /&gt;A dream like none other&lt;br /&gt;A dream that never  ends&lt;br /&gt;For our universe loves us as brothers&lt;br /&gt;Its stars tell us we will be mended&lt;br /&gt;As we go down in history&lt;br /&gt;Over ourselves we share this  victory&lt;br /&gt;Once nothing is shrouded in mystery&lt;br /&gt;Humility takes the place of foolish pride&lt;br /&gt;Seeds will grow as Ego dies&lt;br /&gt;Only we can see the truth inside&lt;br /&gt;Once we stop trying to hide&lt;br /&gt;If we had learned this years ago&lt;br /&gt;True self would be friend, not Foe&lt;br /&gt;If only we'd admit what we do not know&lt;br /&gt;We'd see the universe is our's for the taking&lt;br /&gt;For it's OUR history we are making&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are the ones we are breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will i fly unless i find my wings&lt;br /&gt;When will i feel, the lightning and the thunder&lt;br /&gt;When will I hear the way the earth sings?&lt;br /&gt;What is this spell of misery we are under?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we forgo happiness for material things?&lt;br /&gt;Why live if there's no reason for life?&lt;br /&gt;We cannot see happiness, without the burdens of strife&lt;br /&gt;we cannot know bliss without misery&lt;br /&gt;We cannot know truth without lies&lt;br /&gt;All of God's Angel's sent down to hell&lt;br /&gt;To earth, Hell 's final resting place&lt;br /&gt;Only for the sake of learning well...&lt;br /&gt;The lessons of this, the human race.&lt;br /&gt;And as the earth, our loving mother&lt;br /&gt;Chases after her beloved Sun&lt;br /&gt;Forever more and ever after&lt;br /&gt;This Sun continues to Burn&lt;br /&gt;And while it shines upon my face&lt;br /&gt;There's still hope that we will learn&lt;br /&gt;The Angels of our Races&lt;br /&gt;Still watch the tables turn&lt;br /&gt;As we align with the stars with ease&lt;br /&gt;The future, we will seize&lt;br /&gt;Without fear of tragedy&lt;br /&gt;In ourselves we begin to see&lt;br /&gt;The extent of our ineffability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-6540051768289440090?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6540051768289440090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/ineffability.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6540051768289440090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6540051768289440090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/ineffability.html' title='Ineffability'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-8464306606004318379</id><published>2009-11-01T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:35:59.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my halloween</title><content type='html'>When the Rain is as cold as Winter&lt;br /&gt;As the leaves Dance For the Moon&lt;br /&gt;Into death we will enter&lt;br /&gt;Not a Moment coming too Soon&lt;br /&gt;Time will arrive at it's center&lt;br /&gt;As the sky turns a Soft Maroon&lt;br /&gt;On nights like this, I want you&lt;br /&gt;As my ocean gives way to Monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;In Magic, I do believe in...&lt;br /&gt;I see Energy Dancing on Air&lt;br /&gt;This Magic is not my worse sin&lt;br /&gt;This Dance is a Grand Love Affair&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me, across Eternities&lt;br /&gt;In Deaths eyes we will gleefully stare&lt;br /&gt;Be my Halloween&lt;br /&gt;Be my Fred Astaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night has become my Shelter&lt;br /&gt;From the Eye of this Providential Storm&lt;br /&gt;I am Healed from my own Helter Skelter&lt;br /&gt;In His arms, still Feisty but Warm&lt;br /&gt;Never farther from Harm, or from Danger&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of his Carpathian Charm&lt;br /&gt;Still my life, and my soul I will Wager&lt;br /&gt;That on this night I will hold his arm&lt;br /&gt;Light and Dark taking the stage...&lt;br /&gt;We'll Dance upon another page&lt;br /&gt;Where Tragedy Turns to Chivalry&lt;br /&gt;The Animal Evolves Past his cage&lt;br /&gt;Not a minute too soon, or too early&lt;br /&gt;Comes Magic Dancing on the air!&lt;br /&gt;No reasons to be sad sour or surly&lt;br /&gt;This Dance is a Grand Love Affair!&lt;br /&gt;Fire through me, across Eternity!&lt;br /&gt;In Deaths eyes, I will gleefully Stare&lt;br /&gt;If only he'd give me Halloween,&lt;br /&gt;And A Charming Black Metal....Fred Astaire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-8464306606004318379?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8464306606004318379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-my-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8464306606004318379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8464306606004318379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-my-halloween.html' title='Be my halloween'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-6577281614107753375</id><published>2009-10-29T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:31:22.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Symphony of Fallen Leaves</title><content type='html'>The sky a gray shade of Winter&lt;br /&gt;The wind on my face is so cold&lt;br /&gt;Life unto Death is Delivered&lt;br /&gt;The dance of the leaves is how we're told&lt;br /&gt;A symphony so pale on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;The song of life growing old&lt;br /&gt;Darkness makes its way into vision&lt;br /&gt;Darkness in an effortless mold&lt;br /&gt;Settled into threads of submission&lt;br /&gt;Settled in the death of its hold&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;Dawning a new dark day&lt;br /&gt;The Sun will go blind&lt;br /&gt;The Moon has come out to play&lt;br /&gt;A Mystical and Magical sign&lt;br /&gt;Not a single Ray of Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Will Shine through this Mist&lt;br /&gt;The Water, the Sun can not kiss&lt;br /&gt;But neither will it miss&lt;br /&gt;This Illusion of what is Bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid it's just ineffable&lt;br /&gt;Death befalling all around;&lt;br /&gt;They dance around their master&lt;br /&gt;They dance upon their grave and their ground&lt;br /&gt;Won't you dance with with me 'til after&lt;br /&gt;My grave as well has been found&lt;br /&gt;As the crow can finally see&lt;br /&gt;A Maniacal laughter&lt;br /&gt;ON this Crimson Hallows Eve&lt;br /&gt;Fall has come not as disease&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see he is so...pretty&lt;br /&gt;As leaves fall into Symphony&lt;br /&gt;The cold melts out of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I feel the silence, I understand&lt;br /&gt;The lesson life Imparts&lt;br /&gt;Stay behind or take my hand...&lt;br /&gt;Winter's coming let's just Fall&lt;br /&gt;Hear the Wind in this Symphony of Leaves!&lt;br /&gt;Be silent and Heed It's Call&lt;br /&gt;Dance my love so you won't Freeze&lt;br /&gt;This is your chance to end it All...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So It's A darkened Day&lt;br /&gt;The sun has gone blind&lt;br /&gt;But The Moon comes out to play...&lt;br /&gt;A Mystically Magical sign!&lt;br /&gt;Though not a Ray of Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Shines through this Mist&lt;br /&gt;The Water, the Sun cannot kiss&lt;br /&gt;But neither does it rely on!&lt;br /&gt;This Illusion of what is Bliss&lt;br /&gt;But surely I will dance like this...&lt;br /&gt;In a state of that Illusionary bliss&lt;br /&gt;But I can surely breath&lt;br /&gt;In the symphony of these leaves&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-6577281614107753375?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6577281614107753375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/symphony-of-fallen-leaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6577281614107753375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6577281614107753375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/symphony-of-fallen-leaves.html' title='Symphony of Fallen Leaves'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-1649274776092994625</id><published>2009-10-29T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:30:33.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Shadow is An Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;label id="pBlogSubject_516387267"&gt;This shadows is an Illusion&lt;/label&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;Current mood:TRUTH                                                                      &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;Life is walking through many a door&lt;br /&gt;As the light we seek grows dim&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget what you're doing it for&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your darkness win&lt;br /&gt;If only your mind seeks justice&lt;br /&gt;My heart not victimized...untied&lt;br /&gt;SO you do yourself a great injustice&lt;br /&gt;If you do it without Love at your side&lt;br /&gt;As you face You and only Yourself&lt;br /&gt;Will you choose to Run and Hide?&lt;br /&gt;From the mirrors that your standing in front of&lt;br /&gt;My love, from the shadows, you cannot die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your not alone in your tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Love is how we are redeemed&lt;br /&gt;Broken is your Dungeon Fallacy&lt;br /&gt;You're more alive then you seem&lt;br /&gt;When your eyes go a bit Glassy&lt;br /&gt;I can see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I know the world gets a bit too lonely&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing is as it seems&lt;br /&gt;I see your heart, as well i see your fears&lt;br /&gt;Face yourself my love cry your tears&lt;br /&gt;Heaven on earth is here...right here...&lt;br /&gt;Not in seconds, nor in days nor in years&lt;br /&gt;On your skin, in your heart, from your tears...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-1649274776092994625?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1649274776092994625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-shadow-is-illusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1649274776092994625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1649274776092994625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-shadow-is-illusion.html' title='This Shadow is An Illusion'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-7662093645985044950</id><published>2009-10-23T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:09:36.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Across My Universe&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIbWMXxTbGw/SuJ9-KDpFqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yD_aNvkV-Z4/s1600-h/000VampireLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIbWMXxTbGw/SuJ9-KDpFqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yD_aNvkV-Z4/s320/000VampireLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396013810348267170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;       &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt; If this is the path I choose to lead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;straight into the heart of your destiny&lt;br /&gt;Afraid I will not be,&lt;br /&gt;For its you who stands NExt to me&lt;br /&gt;If this is where my heart stays grounded&lt;br /&gt;Truly I am blessed to have found it&lt;br /&gt;No matter which way I walk&lt;br /&gt;I cannot walk around it&lt;br /&gt;If yours is the star that lights my soul&lt;br /&gt;Then out of my hands is my control&lt;br /&gt;For eternity, your hand I will hold&lt;br /&gt;Through Space and Time, MY Life, Your Death&lt;br /&gt;The hot of summer, or winters cold...&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the love that I bleed for&lt;br /&gt;That's all I need to be told...&lt;br /&gt;My body never craving more...&lt;br /&gt;Before you, I am shaking&lt;br /&gt;As I give in to desolation&lt;br /&gt;and my spirit waits for your time&lt;br /&gt;In suspense, and in isolation&lt;br /&gt;Until the day that you are mine...&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart, for you, I long&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart, i wait&lt;br /&gt;My love has shown, there is no wrong&lt;br /&gt;As your kiss has sealed my fate.&lt;br /&gt;On my lips, and in my hair I feel your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;On my skin, and on my hips,&lt;br /&gt;Your actions wont say you love me&lt;br /&gt;your eyes shows devotion lies there.&lt;br /&gt;Share me ONLY with the dark of night&lt;br /&gt;Along its stars we will saunter&lt;br /&gt;While we love with all our might&lt;br /&gt;Across the world, we will wander&lt;br /&gt;For true love, I do fight&lt;br /&gt;In storms, and torn asunder&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is my guiding light&lt;br /&gt;Your wings, I am sheltered under.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-7662093645985044950?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7662093645985044950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance-across-my-universe3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7662093645985044950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7662093645985044950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance-across-my-universe3.html' title='Dance Across My Universe&lt;3'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIbWMXxTbGw/SuJ9-KDpFqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yD_aNvkV-Z4/s72-c/000VampireLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-2354270581602459056</id><published>2009-10-21T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:44:17.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the blood of my truth</title><content type='html'>Take me through the universe&lt;br /&gt;Make alive my will to live...I'm just a sound from the earth. I seek to see alignment divine. I hope there is purpose for what I feel inside my head...Through my skin, in my heart or in my bed, I'd wish them all but then I'd wish that I were dead...cause this is the best it could ever be. When my head leaves from the world, It's ONE I think about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Tried and True, Devoutly Blue, Head over heels mad for you...&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I said...&lt;br /&gt;I'd have another instead...&lt;br /&gt;Not again and just for you...&lt;br /&gt;But I like my men a litte Dangerous&lt;br /&gt;I like to know that they love me&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;When he'll only bite if you ask him to bite.&lt;br /&gt;Take me, my soul to wander the universe,&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive through my strength and devotion, our song a sound of the earth, One of the truth and divine. &lt;br /&gt;My dreams are the place I take wander, My dreams where my heart can take hold&lt;br /&gt;In the Night, when the moon sets the mold...for the storm which lays with the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;My heart by which I bleed, My soul an open Star, by that which we are...&lt;br /&gt;I avow for this eternity...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alone the rest of my days, for only your love I crave...&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of the dark, and in the cold of my coldest days, my heart will yours remain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-2354270581602459056?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2354270581602459056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/blood-of-my-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/2354270581602459056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/2354270581602459056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/blood-of-my-truth.html' title='the blood of my truth'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-4600380471798978039</id><published>2009-10-20T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:53:56.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like trigonometry...</title><content type='html'>..Just in, the terror from the south,&lt;br /&gt;She's come back for more and taken another  victim,&lt;br /&gt;she left this time her earring, and a note that said:&lt;br /&gt;Dear John,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be coming back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm Letting go of all of it!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Imma TOY!!&lt;br /&gt;I will never get used too&lt;br /&gt;The sentiments of boys...&lt;br /&gt;I see the same fucking pictures&lt;br /&gt;The same memories, the same JOYS&lt;br /&gt;With all of the same Miseries&lt;br /&gt;I see myself as a Fixture&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in cold reality&lt;br /&gt;So forgive me if I&lt;br /&gt;DOn't contain my RAGE&lt;br /&gt;inside this Bloody Cage&lt;br /&gt;I AM aware of what I see&lt;br /&gt;I fear not, what's to be&lt;br /&gt;I feel it growing inside me&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am...&lt;br /&gt;THis is who I am going to be&lt;br /&gt;While I understand your points&lt;br /&gt;You won't give me my dignity&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'm made of&lt;br /&gt;This what I am&lt;br /&gt;I do it for me&lt;br /&gt;I do it because I can&lt;br /&gt;This is MY choice, mine alone&lt;br /&gt;My Body I give to a man&lt;br /&gt;I do it for me&lt;br /&gt;simply because, I can&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about what's under my table&lt;br /&gt;If you don't look, you won't see&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hurt you, I'm not able&lt;br /&gt;If you'll only love me for me &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-4600380471798978039?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4600380471798978039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-like-trigonometry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4600380471798978039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4600380471798978039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-like-trigonometry.html' title='It&apos;s like trigonometry...'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-8410049718732132708</id><published>2009-10-18T09:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:47:41.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have lsitened</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;label id="pBlogSubject_514853989"&gt;I should have listened&lt;/label&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;Current mood:TRUTH                                                                      &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;She said let it go...it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;Know these words, they are your shame&lt;br /&gt;DO not be sheltered&lt;br /&gt;by the cross you hold dear&lt;br /&gt;You're your own shadows&lt;br /&gt;The dark is not so clear&lt;br /&gt;In the deep is where you'll wallow&lt;br /&gt;You show your fear&lt;br /&gt;But you will swallow&lt;br /&gt;All of those fears?!&lt;br /&gt;Be not obscene, but take what you can&lt;br /&gt;Be where you are&lt;br /&gt;To Just see the gold in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Your alive so be a man&lt;br /&gt;You've got the universe in your hands&lt;br /&gt;It's clear to see&lt;br /&gt;It's LIfe you seek&lt;br /&gt;But is of death you reak&lt;br /&gt;In your spirit  there lies no man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(METAL.)&lt;br /&gt;Your face is placid gray&lt;br /&gt;I can smell on you your fear&lt;br /&gt;If all you see is nothing&lt;br /&gt;THEN Get fuck out!&lt;br /&gt;There is no point in Living&lt;br /&gt;If there is no point to care&lt;br /&gt;AND the TRUTH THAT I AM GIVING&lt;br /&gt;IS the TRUTH TO YOUR DESPAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM I'll live apart from my shadow&lt;br /&gt;But I'll live as we are one&lt;br /&gt;And in the night I will call him&lt;br /&gt;And in the night he will come&lt;br /&gt;Like A storm calls to my seas&lt;br /&gt;Like the hot air and a breeze&lt;br /&gt;I am how you get to breath&lt;br /&gt;But I am not for you to seize&lt;br /&gt;I must breathe my own air&lt;br /&gt;Like a witch begets the seasons&lt;br /&gt;as the Wife in Satan's lair&lt;br /&gt;The Serpents follow their own reason&lt;br /&gt;While men are to horny to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(METAL!)&lt;br /&gt;Your face becomes pale white&lt;br /&gt;I can smell on you sweet fear&lt;br /&gt;All you can see is nothing&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to get the fuck out!&lt;br /&gt;There is no point in really caring&lt;br /&gt;No point in doubting,&lt;br /&gt;and no point in despairing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we meet, along the way&lt;br /&gt;I hope I hear you stop to say:&lt;br /&gt;I should've listened&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear you anyway&lt;br /&gt;I know I should've listened&lt;br /&gt;But I had to go my own way&lt;br /&gt;If I would have listened&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be where I am today&lt;br /&gt;If I could have listened&lt;br /&gt;I would have done the same things anyway....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-8410049718732132708?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8410049718732132708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-should-have-lsitened_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8410049718732132708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8410049718732132708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-should-have-lsitened_18.html' title='I should have lsitened'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5903959930879543134</id><published>2009-10-18T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:39:40.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have lsitened</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;label id="pBlogSubject_514853989"&gt;I should have listened&lt;/label&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;Current mood:TRUTH                                                                      &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;She said let it go...it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;Know these words, they are your shame&lt;br /&gt;DO not be sheltered&lt;br /&gt;by the cross you hold dear&lt;br /&gt;You're your own shadows&lt;br /&gt;The dark is not so clear&lt;br /&gt;In the deep is where you'll wallow&lt;br /&gt;You show your fear&lt;br /&gt;But you will swallow&lt;br /&gt;All of those fears?!&lt;br /&gt;Be not obscene, but take what you can&lt;br /&gt;Be where you are&lt;br /&gt;To Just see the gold in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Your alive so be a man&lt;br /&gt;You've got the universe in your hands&lt;br /&gt;It's clear to see&lt;br /&gt;It's LIfe you seek&lt;br /&gt;But is of death you reak&lt;br /&gt;In your spirit  there lies no man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(METAL.)&lt;br /&gt;Your face is placid gray&lt;br /&gt;I can smell on you your fear&lt;br /&gt;If all you see is nothing&lt;br /&gt;THEN Get fuck out!&lt;br /&gt;There is no point in Living&lt;br /&gt;If there is no point to care&lt;br /&gt;AND the TRUTH THAT I AM GIVING&lt;br /&gt;IS the TRUTH TO YOUR DESPAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM I'll live apart from my shadow&lt;br /&gt;But I'll live as we are one&lt;br /&gt;And in the night I will call him&lt;br /&gt;And in the night he will come&lt;br /&gt;Like A storm calls to my seas&lt;br /&gt;Like the hot air and a breeze&lt;br /&gt;I am how you get to breath&lt;br /&gt;But I am not for you to seize&lt;br /&gt;I must breathe my own air&lt;br /&gt;Like a witch begets the seasons&lt;br /&gt;as the Wife in Satan's lair&lt;br /&gt;The Serpents follow their own reason&lt;br /&gt;And the men are to horny to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(METAL!)&lt;br /&gt;Your face becomes pale white&lt;br /&gt;I can smell on you sweet fear&lt;br /&gt;All you can see is nothing&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to get the fuck out!&lt;br /&gt;There is no point in really caring&lt;br /&gt;No point in doubting,&lt;br /&gt;and no point in despairing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we meet, along the way&lt;br /&gt;I hope I hear you stop to say:&lt;br /&gt;I should've listened&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear you anyway&lt;br /&gt;I know I should've listened&lt;br /&gt;But I had to go my own way&lt;br /&gt;If I would have listened&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be where I am today&lt;br /&gt;If I could have listened&lt;br /&gt;I would have done the same things anyway....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-5903959930879543134?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5933346352178987745</id><published>2009-10-18T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:48:18.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to end it here...</title><content type='html'>If I follow my path to the stars&lt;br /&gt;Will I find what I need once I get there?&lt;br /&gt;I know my mutilations... my scars&lt;br /&gt;I feel them, as I chop off my hair&lt;br /&gt;This pain is not yours, its just ours&lt;br /&gt;All we want you do is just care...&lt;br /&gt;On the way through this bottomless Journey&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to see a little light in the dark&lt;br /&gt;No it's not for the whimsical  me&lt;br /&gt;It's for the flame that will light from my spark.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of the careless; the weak&lt;br /&gt;Because listen, we speak! WE HARK&lt;br /&gt;And we do so with the might of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're ashamed of the timid, the meek&lt;br /&gt;Who stand not for true justice, nor seek&lt;br /&gt;to pay us, for our love and not our names&lt;br /&gt;For in the light of the true shine so boldly&lt;br /&gt;We are the Beautiful, the Wicked, the Untamed&lt;br /&gt;We are the Shadows, The Mirrors, The Vain,&lt;br /&gt;We are the Truth, The Spirit, The Light&lt;br /&gt;We are the Fire, The Passion, The Fight&lt;br /&gt;We'll live without you, and you will surely learn&lt;br /&gt;How you love us with all of your might:&lt;br /&gt;At midnight we will take turns&lt;br /&gt;as the fires they linger and burn&lt;br /&gt;As we dance, The dance of mirth&lt;br /&gt;On earth, in the moon, on the sky&lt;br /&gt;The truth of the moment lies clear&lt;br /&gt;We could never die, not here&lt;br /&gt;We the children, of the universe, my dears&lt;br /&gt;We are life, we are death *We are here.&lt;br /&gt;Let us live, or let us die We are near&lt;br /&gt;TO the center of the Stars for ALL YEARS&lt;br /&gt;Let us speak as if this is true&lt;br /&gt;That just means that me and you...and me and you...&lt;br /&gt;Are just...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-5933346352178987745?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5933346352178987745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-had-to-end-it-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5933346352178987745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5933346352178987745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-had-to-end-it-here.html' title='I had to end it here...'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-3678793256746690164</id><published>2009-10-18T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:47:35.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Vs. Foe</title><content type='html'>Well isn't this nice, ain't this sweet?&lt;br /&gt;YOur so mean because you can?&lt;br /&gt;You make me forget why I ever loved you&lt;br /&gt;When you pretend to act like a MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Not that I'm not deeply humbled,&lt;br /&gt;by the act of your Worshiping my body&lt;br /&gt;It's just a shame you can't talk, you just mumble&lt;br /&gt;When I'm being just downright naughty&lt;br /&gt;If I'm in for it, PLEASE! Oh Lordy!&lt;br /&gt;All of you are quite the same...&lt;br /&gt;Will you cum when I say your name?&lt;br /&gt;Or Is my daddy just a big fucking baby?!&lt;br /&gt;Are you covered with piss drunk in shame?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the ways that I know you?&lt;br /&gt;Is it life where you choose to place blame?&lt;br /&gt;I'd keep caring, if it weren't a waste of my time&lt;br /&gt;Why give love, if you get nothing back?&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign that these are signs of  pure misery&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to make up, for what you lack.&lt;br /&gt;Eat a dick, and lick my fucking sack.&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman, and I do have my needs&lt;br /&gt;no for granted, you won't be taking me&lt;br /&gt;I'm top notch I deserve to be pleased&lt;br /&gt;And I can say that I might be quite dangerous&lt;br /&gt;And I do make alottofa  fuss&lt;br /&gt;I'm handful, on the street, and in the bed&lt;br /&gt;And I'm certain I've already said:&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around forever,&lt;br /&gt;until the day we both get dead&lt;br /&gt;Friend or Foe I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;or I'll hate you til the end.&lt;br /&gt;While I mean nor harm nor displeasure&lt;br /&gt;The worst I can do, is forget ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-3678793256746690164?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3678793256746690164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/friend-vs-foe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3678793256746690164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/3678793256746690164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/friend-vs-foe.html' title='Friend Vs. Foe'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5688879569381129102</id><published>2009-10-13T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:59:55.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO the Death!</title><content type='html'>Not lost is my faith in all of you, True, the selfish are not brave&lt;br /&gt;you shan't know your own true worth until you know your true name&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame it is so obvious, the blame you place on life&lt;br /&gt;the lessons that shes teaching us, is not without its pain nor strife&lt;br /&gt;It hurts like empty when your sad, or when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;When the sideshows go home and leave you, it's YOU whose on your own&lt;br /&gt;to face or fight your shadows, to deny yourself of death&lt;br /&gt;To linger in your misery is to know your true depth&lt;br /&gt;To watch your every shadow, to breath every breath&lt;br /&gt;For there is no love without sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;and there is no life without death.&lt;br /&gt;My tears won't wait for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My heart is the path I must yearn&lt;br /&gt;In the love of OUR being is where I choose to learn&lt;br /&gt;To as far to the edge of my seeing, to as far as the sun can burn&lt;br /&gt;My mind will keep on traveling through every toss and turn&lt;br /&gt;Until every bump's been taken, with a sense of childlike glee&lt;br /&gt;For at the end of this road, another is awaiting me&lt;br /&gt;And until then, I will not see the moon shine on my face&lt;br /&gt;For I will have to walk through my disgrace&lt;br /&gt;With my fear confronting me&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I'm still, I am not living&lt;br /&gt;And my soul to the gray, I am not giving&lt;br /&gt;I will live strong, and these treacherous paths I will Tread&lt;br /&gt;My mind will travel with heart, and no longer any dread&lt;br /&gt;For the life inside me burns deep red&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like all, but surely a not none&lt;br /&gt;Can bear the truths of the chosen some.&lt;br /&gt;For even the deaf, blind and dumb can see the wicked start sinking&lt;br /&gt;In the bogs of damnation, guarded by yourself- the sanctioned&lt;br /&gt;Who without merely blinking, your spirit, they started drinking&lt;br /&gt;Free to take the spirit within you&lt;br /&gt;Because sir your love was not true&lt;br /&gt;And if by way, you're truly thinking, of getting far away&lt;br /&gt;You'll do your sinking, while truthfully drinking&lt;br /&gt;The entirety of your own...blackened...nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-5688879569381129102?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5688879569381129102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5688879569381129102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5688879569381129102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-death.html' title='TO the Death!'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-5042645624471594337</id><published>2009-10-07T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:19:34.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Born Anew, tried again, safe and sound, free atlast. Tragedy lives, love never dies, the old never live, the young never die. This feels like rain, this feels like fire, This kills my pain, this piques my IRE. THese walls Do talk, this heart does fight, this girl does yearn for lovin' allllll night. The lights are on, Just turn them off, see it all, touch it, it's soft. You read my mind, You Read Indeed, After picking out, the stems and seeds. A bit concerned with ever-after, a little obsessed with love and laughter.  If truth was sought, it might be found, she's been around, but she's quite the clown. If all this, irrelevant be, I'll live my life, truly,torture free. If My love, and your peace(piece)could just co-exist, sweet nectar and sweet honey-bliss, would be in the depths, of our kiss.  Do chase the morning sun! for life is lived, not won, love is wise, not dumb ~ Love is all that freedom sees, Love will lasts through histories through vast and numerous hypocracies. BUT TRUTH leeds farther still, onto True Harmony&lt;br /&gt;And all this will seize the day. All this, we hope and we pray, For truth to find its way, through Chaos, hate, and disarray.&lt;br /&gt;If I may, and If I might have this wish I wish tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll wish for love, then dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;And if I might and if I may...&lt;br /&gt;SHOW on this night, what I wanted to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-5042645624471594337?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/5042645624471594337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/born-anew-tried-again-safe-and-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5042645624471594337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/5042645624471594337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/born-anew-tried-again-safe-and-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-4405283444802712141</id><published>2009-10-07T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:13:35.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making it fair</title><content type='html'>Born Anew, tried again, safe and sound, free atlast. Tragedy lives, love never dies, the old never live, the young never die. This feels like rain, this feels like fire, This kills my pain, this piques my IRE. THese walls Do talk, this heart does fight, this girl does yearn for lovin' allllll night. The lights are on, Just turn them off, see it all, touch it, it's soft. You read my mind, You Read Indeed, After picking out, the stems and seeds. A bit concerned with ever-after, a little obsessed with love and laughter.  If truth was sought, it might be found, she's been around, but she's quite the clown. If all this, irrelevant be, I'll live my life, truly,torture free. If My love, and your peace(piece)could just co-exist, sweet nectar and sweet honey-bliss, would be in the depths, of our kiss.  Do chase the morning sun! for life is lived, not won, love is wise, not dumb ~ Love is all that freedom sees, Love will lasts through histories through vast and numerous hypocracies. BUT TRUTH leeds farther still, onto True Harmony&lt;br /&gt;And all this will seize the day. All this, we hope and we pray, For truth to find its way, through Chaos, hate, and disarray.&lt;br /&gt;If I may, and If I might have this wish I wish tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll wish for love, then dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;And if I might and if I may...&lt;br /&gt;SHOW on this night, what I wanted to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-4405283444802712141?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4405283444802712141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-it-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4405283444802712141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/4405283444802712141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-it-fair.html' title='making it fair'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-1801004925670870810</id><published>2009-10-01T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:28:38.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devils in thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="uName"&gt;&lt;span id="uNameTitle" class="showTitle"&gt;COme in from the rain...please&lt;br /&gt;Warm fires in my hearth there be&lt;br /&gt;No need for you to freeze&lt;br /&gt;My words you must heed&lt;br /&gt;There are shadows on the walls&lt;br /&gt;They taunt your strange disease&lt;br /&gt;I warn that you will fall&lt;br /&gt;If you heed the devil's call&lt;br /&gt;Your heart your mind will seize&lt;br /&gt;Grave Despair your on your knees&lt;br /&gt;When you heed the devil's call&lt;br /&gt;He hears your cries your pleas&lt;br /&gt;love lust or despair&lt;br /&gt;He revels in your falling&lt;br /&gt;Laughter in the air&lt;br /&gt;feel your heart grow a little bit colder&lt;br /&gt;Will you give in, or will you get bolder?&lt;br /&gt;Stand tall and you might see&lt;br /&gt;A path has been made clear:&lt;br /&gt;Misfortune Lives in Fear&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't you know my dear&lt;br /&gt;That only in the truly righteous&lt;br /&gt;Will Love Persevere&lt;br /&gt;THe cold becomes not so dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;There is no pain in your tears&lt;br /&gt;Life's no longer carnivorous&lt;br /&gt;And love lasts past years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO come in from the rain...please?&lt;br /&gt;Warm fire in my hearth, there will always be...&lt;br /&gt;No need for you to freeze&lt;br /&gt;My words, you should heed&lt;br /&gt;Or precious life, you will bleed&lt;br /&gt;If you refuse to see: the devil in thee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-1801004925670870810?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1801004925670870810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/devils-in-thee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1801004925670870810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/1801004925670870810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/10/devils-in-thee.html' title='The Devils in thee'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-8568322680537318659</id><published>2009-09-27T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:06:25.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Likewise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIbWMXxTbGw/Sr9_aD5YgTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2MPDcCU_vgM/s1600-h/000VampireLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIbWMXxTbGw/Sr9_aD5YgTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2MPDcCU_vgM/s320/000VampireLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386163765057716530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;       &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt; Is a fairy tale!unfathomable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sweet amor lasting lifetimes through&lt;br /&gt;a strong fourth leg on this servants table,&lt;br /&gt;A vibrant and violent red hue&lt;br /&gt;emanates from our true and living fable...&lt;br /&gt;From my soul and me, and your soul and you&lt;br /&gt;In a moment life becomes passionate,&lt;br /&gt;In only love, can a spirit remain true&lt;br /&gt;Like madness it makes me quite irrational~&lt;br /&gt;And in a moment, it makes me quite blue.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive! FOr once I can tell you!&lt;br /&gt;Not I feel death, but rightful victory,&lt;br /&gt;Though I am wounded, let this be heard:&lt;br /&gt;Truth is my liberty:&lt;br /&gt;Love is YOUR lesson to be learned well ::my love::&lt;br /&gt;A somewhat free trip out of hell&lt;br /&gt;My candles can bring light to your shadows ::my love::&lt;br /&gt;Hateful perverse demons, true love doth quell&lt;br /&gt;As I save you from your self created gallows::my love::&lt;br /&gt;You keep me from my vagrant lunacy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart, your mind has swallowed&lt;br /&gt;My humble heart my love, I gave to thee&lt;br /&gt;With no malcontent nor vanity&lt;br /&gt;I gave my love, and all of my love,&lt;br /&gt;so that we could be set free&lt;br /&gt;SO that even in the midst of lunacy,&lt;br /&gt;you would be all I would see.&lt;br /&gt;In the dark, I shy past black dragons&lt;br /&gt;Who'd adore and love to tear me apart&lt;br /&gt;And while they might ravage my body:&lt;br /&gt;They will never find my heart&lt;br /&gt;They seek my soul to be queen&lt;br /&gt;But my soul, and my heart...never part.&lt;br /&gt;I am all that is yet to be seen&lt;br /&gt;to my future I will depart&lt;br /&gt;with you or without you, and  even in vain:&lt;br /&gt;But truly sir, you have my heart&lt;br /&gt;In pleasure, and sweet pain&lt;br /&gt;I shall go on, I am still me,&lt;br /&gt;But it's you that I will want...&lt;br /&gt;Until I reach the depths of my destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-8568322680537318659?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8568322680537318659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/09/likewise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8568322680537318659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8568322680537318659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/09/likewise.html' title='Likewise.'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIbWMXxTbGw/Sr9_aD5YgTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2MPDcCU_vgM/s72-c/000VampireLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-8077621812598597797</id><published>2009-09-19T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:50:13.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theatre of Zee moment</title><content type='html'>If your touch would make my lips red&lt;br /&gt;then your kiss would lift my gray&lt;br /&gt;Your love could bring back the dead&lt;br /&gt;with a heartbeat, from my grave&lt;br /&gt;If you come to make me alive&lt;br /&gt;My king: THis won't come free or easy&lt;br /&gt;you have to give me evrything you've got&lt;br /&gt;Do what I want just to please me&lt;br /&gt;and i'll show you everything you're not&lt;br /&gt;this you must take graciously&lt;br /&gt;THought you may not be able to see&lt;br /&gt;In The theatre of the moment&lt;br /&gt;which Burdens life with expectancy&lt;br /&gt;A gruesome tale of love hell bent&lt;br /&gt;A heaven sent for you, by yours truly:&lt;br /&gt;Your Excellency.&lt;br /&gt;Myself. Be not so wicked&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of misery&lt;br /&gt;for truth this bane I've lick'd it&lt;br /&gt;And I've done this selflessly.&lt;br /&gt;I dare to say I'll live on,&lt;br /&gt;THough a scant atrociously&lt;br /&gt;But this be my souls heartsong:&lt;br /&gt;and I shant be melencholy nor blue&lt;br /&gt;Because while in death I'll wander&lt;br /&gt;Over hills and yonder: Too find you&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind love is torn asunder&lt;br /&gt;while the sky be perfect blue&lt;br /&gt;Still I am dragged in and dragged under&lt;br /&gt;To the Devil's  unholy plunders:&lt;br /&gt;To which I can find you&lt;br /&gt;Before they take me alive&lt;br /&gt;To find you would be quite easy&lt;br /&gt;But death doesn't have to take bribes&lt;br /&gt;For the darkness of hell does tease me&lt;br /&gt;only for the treasures I never sought&lt;br /&gt;The ones that make me vile, angry and sleazy&lt;br /&gt;The ones to be bargained, dealt and bought&lt;br /&gt;I'm too alive they can't seize me&lt;br /&gt;cause I follow dark pathways to you&lt;br /&gt;Only Gray but for blood teeth and rot&lt;br /&gt;I keep going because I have to find you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here cause i'm going to bring you out&lt;br /&gt;Snap out of it, this is not how it seems&lt;br /&gt;I wont see you whine, cry, or pout&lt;br /&gt;You will follow because I am your queen.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet king this is just a dream&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is as it seems...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-8077621812598597797?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8077621812598597797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/09/theatre-of-zee-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8077621812598597797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/8077621812598597797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/09/theatre-of-zee-moment.html' title='Theatre of Zee moment'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-6554073776365065541</id><published>2009-09-15T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:43:17.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel your dreams?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs41/300W/f/2009/045/b/f/Lucid_Dreams_I_by_tonchee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs41/300W/f/2009/045/b/f/Lucid_Dreams_I_by_tonchee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this placid mist of gray twilight&lt;br /&gt;The broken lay lost and forlorn&lt;br /&gt;They cry upon the death of midnight&lt;br /&gt;They bleed. and they die, and they mourn&lt;br /&gt;Wretched vagrants lie in anxious blight&lt;br /&gt;devouring the spirits that true love doth borne&lt;br /&gt;dejection caught you in the cold sight&lt;br /&gt;A grim revealing that all started is torn&lt;br /&gt;And this parable is worth all this fight?&lt;br /&gt;This hunger, this fire, this War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying sheltered and lost deep within me&lt;br /&gt;I feel an angel, she's coming undone&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS the point? us never being free&lt;br /&gt;What is the point? I see none!&lt;br /&gt;these points they're lost within the sea&lt;br /&gt;The water leads to the death of the sun!&lt;br /&gt;She leaves with haste and no apology&lt;br /&gt;The truth? Its all a game to be won!&lt;br /&gt;Will this loss be the one that follows me?&lt;br /&gt;My heart, I cant outrun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all this torture there be glory&lt;br /&gt;Tried-True a blessing sent&lt;br /&gt;never a tragic love story&lt;br /&gt;An epic beginning to a melancholy end?&lt;br /&gt;sweet death restore my wicked body&lt;br /&gt;cleanse me of the beast i've let in&lt;br /&gt;The one I love, I love ferociously&lt;br /&gt;a little bit of evil in my sin&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of all my blissfullness&lt;br /&gt;I behave atrociously,&lt;br /&gt;And this I admit on the foreground&lt;br /&gt;that you will love me graciously&lt;br /&gt;I wont be wicked nor ever sly&lt;br /&gt;When I misbehave a little bit&lt;br /&gt;I wont shy from eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;and I refuse to ever quit&lt;br /&gt;This bad girl loves her mysteries&lt;br /&gt;And a bad boy loves great tits&lt;br /&gt;It's all for the sake of history&lt;br /&gt;all for the sake of her lips&lt;br /&gt;all in the throws of dark passion&lt;br /&gt;Love and lust collide at the moon&lt;br /&gt;electricity and fire in radical action&lt;br /&gt;That come never late, nor too soon&lt;br /&gt;And in a state of satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;You wake up...half past noon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-6554073776365065541?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6554073776365065541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-feel-your-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6554073776365065541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/6554073776365065541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-feel-your-dreams.html' title='Can you feel your dreams?'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-7671005342798059160</id><published>2009-09-14T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:21:26.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>methodical madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;           &lt;label id="pBlogSubject_509965035"&gt;methodical madness&lt;/label&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/adored.gif" /&gt; adored                                                                      &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     It's a warm eve of death&lt;br /&gt;the colors fade to black&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else is true, know that summer will be back&lt;br /&gt;A time for solace and rest&lt;br /&gt;The dead shall be reborn&lt;br /&gt;Life will shine its big picture&lt;br /&gt;no reason to be forlorn&lt;br /&gt;This time is for reflection,&lt;br /&gt;This time alone with grief&lt;br /&gt;This time is for apprehension&lt;br /&gt;As time turns new leaf&lt;br /&gt;There IS but reason for sadness&lt;br /&gt;there IS but reason for pain&lt;br /&gt;There are methods to this madness&lt;br /&gt;And no! It can't always rain,&lt;br /&gt;though the water colds to your bones&lt;br /&gt;as you hold on for dear life&lt;br /&gt;worry not for the life that's unknown&lt;br /&gt;It will come, in  joy or in strife&lt;br /&gt;And the yesteryears you've only known&lt;br /&gt;Will only seem alright&lt;br /&gt;For the future is what we fight for&lt;br /&gt;A future, is not wrong, nor right&lt;br /&gt;but She fancies the flight of breeze&lt;br /&gt;Cool on her fingertips&lt;br /&gt;And tHe whisper of tall trees&lt;br /&gt;Far past the sigh of  her lips&lt;br /&gt;Among the seas of open seas&lt;br /&gt;And in her fertile hips&lt;br /&gt;she offers service, on broken knees&lt;br /&gt;On broken, but well equipped&lt;br /&gt;Whose solemn and so true vow&lt;br /&gt;Which stumbled in on love's bequest&lt;br /&gt;As a kiss and touch should allow&lt;br /&gt;Without will, nor fight, nor test&lt;br /&gt;As a cycle, our God, so did, endow&lt;br /&gt;And as a cycle, This never RESTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-7671005342798059160?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7671005342798059160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/09/methodical-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7671005342798059160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7671005342798059160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/09/methodical-madness.html' title='methodical madness'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273937174066573164.post-7076468813036205511</id><published>2009-09-14T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:19:34.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love vs. sketicism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIbWMXxTbGw/Sq7rnozPS0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/G0aikpXXH5Q/s1600-h/where.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIbWMXxTbGw/Sq7rnozPS0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/G0aikpXXH5Q/s320/where.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381497670954076994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose in love?&lt;br /&gt;A wager that is mighty dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Is danger what we're afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;A feeling so deep and rancorous&lt;br /&gt;We come in wearing gloves&lt;br /&gt;weary of the wretchedly GLORIOUS&lt;br /&gt;sweet poison that comes from above&lt;br /&gt;Its ment to free not slave us&lt;br /&gt;Our cold and obediant drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a blind way of running&lt;br /&gt;but a great way to fall&lt;br /&gt;You're a little too much like plunging&lt;br /&gt;Running headfirst towards nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;In all it's earthly splendor&lt;br /&gt;You're back against the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit like fire and demons&lt;br /&gt;a lot like love and lust&lt;br /&gt;a little like cut throat heathens&lt;br /&gt;In the bosoms of your bust&lt;br /&gt;A Tad like fighting monsters&lt;br /&gt;And it drives you fucking nuts&lt;br /&gt;When you're alive you feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;Once Its gone it feels like death&lt;br /&gt;A lie is well past lying&lt;br /&gt;once its past the hum of breath&lt;br /&gt;Once your all done flying&lt;br /&gt;And your love is nevermore&lt;br /&gt;will you feel like dancing all alone&lt;br /&gt;Or licking salt off your whores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find your not afraid of running&lt;br /&gt;And you're no afraid to fall&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the plunging&lt;br /&gt;Or going headfirst towards that wall&lt;br /&gt;ITs more about getting there&lt;br /&gt;too find this is not what you want at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sir I'm not afraid of dying&lt;br /&gt;And I"M NOT AFRAID TOO FALL&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid of never living&lt;br /&gt;And never standing just as tall&lt;br /&gt;as the man who stands beside me&lt;br /&gt;As we go headfirst towards that wall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273937174066573164-7076468813036205511?l=tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7076468813036205511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-vs-sketicism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7076468813036205511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273937174066573164/posts/default/7076468813036205511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradeyourgrey.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-vs-sketicism.html' title='love vs. sketicism'/><author><name>Dead Be The New Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15525856288234053458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1NrgCTxJs/TVbwypk-FgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lAiDTdwEDkQ/s220/Photo-0585.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIbWMXxTbGw/Sq7rnozPS0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/G0aikpXXH5Q/s72-c/where.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
