<?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-7864456364373909431</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:47:44.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album - Something More</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864456364373909431.post-459075017321319874</id><published>2008-09-09T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:01:27.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Love Songs of the Faraway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMZzjN-OK8I/AAAAAAAAAkw/WGRTtDDm1HY/s1600-h/Love+Songs+of+the+Faraway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMZzjN-OK8I/AAAAAAAAAkw/WGRTtDDm1HY/s320/Love+Songs+of+the+Faraway.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244005865002773442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dreams come and go&lt;br /&gt;Gliding light through the evening&lt;br /&gt;And the eyes of the night glow&lt;br /&gt;With the stars that twinkling’s bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is gone away&lt;br /&gt;Into the walking of going past&lt;br /&gt;Where all our memories still play&lt;br /&gt;In their dream space cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of the faraway thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Those once were close and near&lt;br /&gt;With their every moments and lots&lt;br /&gt;That we once did hold inside there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where our beat falls on the ages&lt;br /&gt;With the living in circles&lt;br /&gt;And the answers are of weighs&lt;br /&gt;Coming through less and less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of our long gone stay&lt;br /&gt;That behold in the mystic forest&lt;br /&gt;In their long gone turning way&lt;br /&gt;That we were once with blessed&lt;br /&gt;As the dreams come and go&lt;br /&gt;Gliding light through the evening &lt;br /&gt;And the eyes of the night glow&lt;br /&gt;With the stars that twinkling’s bring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864456364373909431-459075017321319874?l=album-something-more.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/459075017321319874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864456364373909431&amp;postID=459075017321319874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/459075017321319874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/459075017321319874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/2008/09/12-love-songs-of-faraway.html' title='12 Love Songs of the Faraway'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMZzjN-OK8I/AAAAAAAAAkw/WGRTtDDm1HY/s72-c/Love+Songs+of+the+Faraway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864456364373909431.post-7781260525681586006</id><published>2008-09-09T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:57:37.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 A Day Is Always In Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMZymyBltUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/PSkuofo1bEA/s1600-h/A+Day+Is+Always+In+Farewell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMZymyBltUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/PSkuofo1bEA/s320/A+Day+Is+Always+In+Farewell.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244004826708555074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day is always in farewell&lt;br /&gt;That emerges from the rising&lt;br /&gt;In misty of its own spell&lt;br /&gt;And hours of true disguising&lt;br /&gt;To catch a boat that then sails&lt;br /&gt;You'll need to know of land&lt;br /&gt;Many are the shores and trails&lt;br /&gt;To come there to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each voyage takes you on a trip&lt;br /&gt;Of perceptive and discovering&lt;br /&gt;Don't let a chance from you slip&lt;br /&gt;For its aims are in the uncovering&lt;br /&gt;As every distance is an illusion&lt;br /&gt;For tidal waves to move and slope&lt;br /&gt;And give you some of its confusion&lt;br /&gt;So hold securely on to your rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day may be of rain or shine&lt;br /&gt;Or circumstances chimera done&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on to your kind of line&lt;br /&gt;And every battle may well be won&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying in new beginning&lt;br /&gt;That everything's standstill or old&lt;br /&gt;You only need your ways of winning&lt;br /&gt;And to that endeavor always hold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864456364373909431-7781260525681586006?l=album-something-more.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/7781260525681586006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864456364373909431&amp;postID=7781260525681586006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/7781260525681586006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/7781260525681586006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/2008/09/11-day-is-always-in-farewell.html' title='11 A Day Is Always In Farewell'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMZymyBltUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/PSkuofo1bEA/s72-c/A+Day+Is+Always+In+Farewell.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864456364373909431.post-115707197893615881</id><published>2008-09-09T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:55:41.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Time's Gone Dawning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMZyNU6OVTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/mEzX_iIBRvY/s1600-h/Time%27s+Gone+Dawning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMZyNU6OVTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/mEzX_iIBRvY/s320/Time%27s+Gone+Dawning.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244004389396305202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night is now coming in&lt;br /&gt;Into truly worth and spin&lt;br /&gt;The flowers grown in shadows&lt;br /&gt;From summer's last glows&lt;br /&gt;A song of daybreak's day&lt;br /&gt;That comes along to play&lt;br /&gt;With much to live and to do&lt;br /&gt;In every dim tone quite true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The autumn is now here&lt;br /&gt;In its seclusions dimity year&lt;br /&gt;With tinctures of earthly brown&lt;br /&gt;Before winter night's town&lt;br /&gt;Where diffuse is openly found&lt;br /&gt;In thoughts and moods around&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are in lonely strength&lt;br /&gt;In their minutes of hours length&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When wishing stars are falling&lt;br /&gt;From eternity above calling&lt;br /&gt;Commencing peaks and mounts high&lt;br /&gt;Where the yonder of space lie&lt;br /&gt;And day's fire is turning red&lt;br /&gt;In the morning of skies eve bled&lt;br /&gt;Before bluish boldly rides&lt;br /&gt;Where the moon in clouds glides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night is now coming in&lt;br /&gt;Into truly worth and spin&lt;br /&gt;The flowers grown in shadows&lt;br /&gt;From summer's last glows&lt;br /&gt;A song in a heartfelt mood&lt;br /&gt;Every darkish deep soul and food&lt;br /&gt;The river of the yawning&lt;br /&gt;Flowing in time's gone dawning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864456364373909431-115707197893615881?l=album-something-more.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/115707197893615881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864456364373909431&amp;postID=115707197893615881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/115707197893615881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/115707197893615881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-times-gone-dawning.html' title='10 Time&apos;s Gone Dawning'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMZyNU6OVTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/mEzX_iIBRvY/s72-c/Time%27s+Gone+Dawning.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864456364373909431.post-6330070850831531617</id><published>2008-09-09T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:50:49.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09 These Are Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMZxBSl0vSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5gqRdGpgJ7w/s1600-h/These+Are+Days.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMZxBSl0vSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5gqRdGpgJ7w/s320/These+Are+Days.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244003083103812898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are days of going yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;In the hours of captured moments on&lt;br /&gt;With their many promises and pays&lt;br /&gt;Till every dream of theirs is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine moods of coming years afar&lt;br /&gt;Playing through its mirth of all spend&lt;br /&gt;Each captured way of splendid armoire&lt;br /&gt;Until lose ends go again downtrend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk away into the going summer&lt;br /&gt;With the windows open for new air&lt;br /&gt;In arrive of ambitious up-and-comer&lt;br /&gt;That is always in circling corners near&lt;br /&gt;Dolls in doll-maker's house are showing&lt;br /&gt;Where every mood each way is going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may disagree in a reason to fight&lt;br /&gt;Living with motive that’s quick to fall&lt;br /&gt;Trying to bring our own to its light&lt;br /&gt;When there is a time for its given call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine moods of coming years afar&lt;br /&gt;Playing through its mirth of all spend&lt;br /&gt;Each captured way of splendid armoire&lt;br /&gt;Until lose ends go again downtrend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864456364373909431-6330070850831531617?l=album-something-more.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/6330070850831531617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864456364373909431&amp;postID=6330070850831531617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/6330070850831531617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/6330070850831531617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/2008/09/09-these-are-days.html' title='09 These Are Days'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMZxBSl0vSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5gqRdGpgJ7w/s72-c/These+Are+Days.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864456364373909431.post-595488837996481540</id><published>2008-09-08T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:05:00.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08 Dust on A Feather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMVbG0q_6_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/9TitBokjKOc/s1600-h/Dust+on+A+Feather.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMVbG0q_6_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/9TitBokjKOc/s320/Dust+on+A+Feather.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243697513919146994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is running behind&lt;br /&gt;It's scheduled between the distances&lt;br /&gt;You must wake up, go and then find&lt;br /&gt;Every opportunity and their chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like each love in the clouds away&lt;br /&gt;Where our heaven doesn't stand still&lt;br /&gt;You will come again to meet the day&lt;br /&gt;With longings of your hours to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;When the time is still within you&lt;br /&gt;In the many flashes going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is love in the past that's in the reach&lt;br /&gt;With its giving and finding threads&lt;br /&gt;In the times of our own hearts beseech&lt;br /&gt;With life’s sour cakes and sweetbreads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much lies in the ashes of left time&lt;br /&gt;Filling the moments with their themes&lt;br /&gt;Gimmicks of their heartbeats and mime&lt;br /&gt;In hope of their ways and lonely gleams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever is never in there from the start&lt;br /&gt;Only the dreams that are there together&lt;br /&gt;Satisfying the minutes with their chart&lt;br /&gt;With wishes of dust on a feather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like each love in the clouds away&lt;br /&gt;Where our heaven doesn't stand still&lt;br /&gt;You will come again to meet the day&lt;br /&gt;With longings of your hours to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;When the time is still within you&lt;br /&gt;In the many flashes going true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864456364373909431-595488837996481540?l=album-something-more.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/595488837996481540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864456364373909431&amp;postID=595488837996481540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/595488837996481540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/595488837996481540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/2008/09/08-dust-on-feather.html' title='08 Dust on A Feather'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMVbG0q_6_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/9TitBokjKOc/s72-c/Dust+on+A+Feather.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864456364373909431.post-8397954955363496418</id><published>2008-09-07T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:09:25.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07 Something Will Lack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMPgeRCNJDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-NPSpaa4btQ/s1600-h/Something+Will+Lack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMPgeRCNJDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-NPSpaa4btQ/s320/Something+Will+Lack.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243281201762739250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living for dreams&lt;br /&gt;Those are inside here and out&lt;br /&gt;Where everything in clearance seem&lt;br /&gt;Of what is happening about&lt;br /&gt;Our love seems to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And the truth for what it shall reap&lt;br /&gt;Giving us something to share&lt;br /&gt;Ours only for a time to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living and looking back&lt;br /&gt;Finding our way in its stolen time&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when something will lack&lt;br /&gt;Reaching our ways to climb&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blame or give in&lt;br /&gt;So much is here to only lose&lt;br /&gt;Coming back again to win&lt;br /&gt;Whichever way each time will chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let our hope go by&lt;br /&gt;Filling the moments and fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back in to each reason&lt;br /&gt;Questions to ask on and lock&lt;br /&gt;Every once occasion is a season&lt;br /&gt;That we in time shall be stock&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be but somewhere closer&lt;br /&gt;Where every word is keeping promise&lt;br /&gt;Its chemistry and accident arouser&lt;br /&gt;Only a daydream’s losing wish&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Living and looking back&lt;br /&gt;Finding our way in its stolen time&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when something will lack&lt;br /&gt;Reaching our ways to climb&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blame or give in&lt;br /&gt;So much is here to only lose&lt;br /&gt;Coming back again to win&lt;br /&gt;Whichever way each time will chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let our hope go by&lt;br /&gt;Filling the moments and fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timelessly the oceans are flowing&lt;br /&gt;Into the longing of each wake&lt;br /&gt;Underground Space Rivers going&lt;br /&gt;Into the new morning's daybreak&lt;br /&gt;What did they teach us before?&lt;br /&gt;In their going onward time&lt;br /&gt;Is there a reason to be sure&lt;br /&gt;In those epoch and their prime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living to find every new scrape&lt;br /&gt;With those longing to break alongside&lt;br /&gt;That will make motions into shape&lt;br /&gt;As every longitude shall ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living and looking back&lt;br /&gt;Finding our way in its stolen time&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when something will lack&lt;br /&gt;Reaching our ways to climb&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blame or give in&lt;br /&gt;So much is here to only lose&lt;br /&gt;Coming back again to win&lt;br /&gt;Whichever way each time will chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threads that are going to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;When again the time is near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timelessly the oceans are flowing&lt;br /&gt;Into the longing of each wake&lt;br /&gt;Underground Space Rivers going&lt;br /&gt;Into the new morning's daybreak&lt;br /&gt;What did they teach us before?&lt;br /&gt;In their going onward time&lt;br /&gt;Is there a reason to be sure&lt;br /&gt;In those epoch and their prime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864456364373909431-8397954955363496418?l=album-something-more.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/8397954955363496418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864456364373909431&amp;postID=8397954955363496418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/8397954955363496418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/8397954955363496418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/2008/09/07-something-will-lack.html' title='07 Something Will Lack'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMPgeRCNJDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-NPSpaa4btQ/s72-c/Something+Will+Lack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864456364373909431.post-3650998214813280346</id><published>2008-09-06T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:20:21.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 Every Day Is For the Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMMeM1852WI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Rbh_gAQ4C14/s1600-h/Every+Day+Is+For+the+Living.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMMeM1852WI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Rbh_gAQ4C14/s320/Every+Day+Is+For+the+Living.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243067597179181410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is for the living&lt;br /&gt;With any freedom to be free&lt;br /&gt;In so much opportunity giving&lt;br /&gt;Anything might come to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays are what you want to&lt;br /&gt;Cause they are still in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Rising height and going through&lt;br /&gt;What has been left behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could give a two sided way&lt;br /&gt;With our chorus love song&lt;br /&gt;So much here to live for a day&lt;br /&gt;And in the futures to long&lt;br /&gt;And nothing goes so easily&lt;br /&gt;That has not still been here&lt;br /&gt;Momentarily and breezily&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is in our everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Living for the yesteryear&lt;br /&gt;Can’t be done in our future luck&lt;br /&gt;Because unsigned fates are so near&lt;br /&gt;And with them we will get stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living is not for the past&lt;br /&gt;But a coming day to steer&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going though to last&lt;br /&gt;Oblivion houses are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying nights and its cloudy grey&lt;br /&gt;Two sided coins thrown&lt;br /&gt;In the time roundly on lay &lt;br /&gt;That is here in our own town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immortals touch is never known&lt;br /&gt;In its own finding heart&lt;br /&gt;Night is a nightly dim gown&lt;br /&gt;Or a stuck in the middle dart&lt;br /&gt;Giving you unsecure matches&lt;br /&gt;Making and sometimes helping out&lt;br /&gt;Dubs and its many scratches&lt;br /&gt;With every hope and doubt&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere a time is a snitch&lt;br /&gt;Judgments of ways to try&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that gives to be rich&lt;br /&gt;Only a hopeful luck or its lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do anything you do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems real these days&lt;br /&gt;So much to come out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;In every temper and grays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864456364373909431-3650998214813280346?l=album-something-more.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/3650998214813280346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864456364373909431&amp;postID=3650998214813280346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/3650998214813280346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/3650998214813280346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/2008/09/06-every-day-is-for-living.html' title='06 Every Day Is For the Living'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMMeM1852WI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Rbh_gAQ4C14/s72-c/Every+Day+Is+For+the+Living.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864456364373909431.post-3531918957357187785</id><published>2008-09-05T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:31:30.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 In Autumn Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFaNnqYpHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RRrC8Msnspk/s1600-h/In+Autumn+Afternoon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFaNnqYpHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RRrC8Msnspk/s320/In+Autumn+Afternoon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242570631267525746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was into that secret shadow&lt;br /&gt;Of the moods of an autumn afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Where there's rise in a nightly glow&lt;br /&gt;Before the winter comes in soon&lt;br /&gt;Glow of summer going on low&lt;br /&gt;With the morning coming in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else but dark to show&lt;br /&gt;As the light to the forest will bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night in its fire burning play&lt;br /&gt;Slowly on in its timeless space&lt;br /&gt;Where the hours of morning is in gray&lt;br /&gt;Only some glistens into few days&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling steps to the night&lt;br /&gt;Falling feelings to answers gone&lt;br /&gt;What has come to be alright?&lt;br /&gt;To carry these footsteps on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkish moods of shadows things&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness to have its try&lt;br /&gt;Till the morning rises again and sings&lt;br /&gt;With the hours of a fallen sky&lt;br /&gt;Love songs uncovering the soul&lt;br /&gt;Living to every left and right&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling for a looking role&lt;br /&gt;From the care of its lonely sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was into that secret shadow&lt;br /&gt;Of the moods of an autumn afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Where there's rise in a nightly glow&lt;br /&gt;Before the winter comes in soon&lt;br /&gt;Many ways now on their run&lt;br /&gt;Every aspect of the together going&lt;br /&gt;Now there times without summer sun&lt;br /&gt;Only shadows in low light glowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkish moods of shadowed things&lt;br /&gt;The brightness in its goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Till new hours rises again and sings&lt;br /&gt;With new hope in the rising sky&lt;br /&gt;Love songs uncovering the soul&lt;br /&gt;Living to every left and right&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling for a looking role&lt;br /&gt;From the care of its coming bright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864456364373909431-3531918957357187785?l=album-something-more.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/3531918957357187785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864456364373909431&amp;postID=3531918957357187785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/3531918957357187785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/3531918957357187785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/2008/09/05-in-autumn-afternoon.html' title='05 In Autumn Afternoon'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFaNnqYpHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RRrC8Msnspk/s72-c/In+Autumn+Afternoon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864456364373909431.post-6444498270497497722</id><published>2008-09-05T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:26:23.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 Coming Thru To Shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFZ2aux1RI/AAAAAAAAAjY/LRItyZqks1w/s1600-h/Coming+Thru+To+Shine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFZ2aux1RI/AAAAAAAAAjY/LRItyZqks1w/s320/Coming+Thru+To+Shine.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242570232659301650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is loneliness&lt;br /&gt;In the clouds going by&lt;br /&gt;They seem so less and less&lt;br /&gt;As they rise on high&lt;br /&gt;In their misty haze&lt;br /&gt;Skimming all day long&lt;br /&gt;In many day dreams amaze&lt;br /&gt;That is in their morning song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling freedom day&lt;br /&gt;Coming thru to shine&lt;br /&gt;In their many play&lt;br /&gt;Of the red horizon line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching far to dream&lt;br /&gt;Closeness going thru&lt;br /&gt;Not everything be seem&lt;br /&gt;What it is now so new&lt;br /&gt;Like the billon grays&lt;br /&gt;In to their hazy vapors&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds they play&lt;br /&gt;From sky's far shapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Only dreams to catch&lt;br /&gt;In their going on spin&lt;br /&gt;Of their high altitude touch&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays seem old news&lt;br /&gt;With the firmament sunset&lt;br /&gt;Like the breezy blues&lt;br /&gt;With their moment's upsets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling freedom day&lt;br /&gt;Coming thru to shine&lt;br /&gt;In their many play&lt;br /&gt;Of the red horizon line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your hope to give&lt;br /&gt;Passing on its ways&lt;br /&gt;Truth about to live&lt;br /&gt;In its many stays&lt;br /&gt;Nothing coming easy&lt;br /&gt;Catching dreams to strife&lt;br /&gt;Like the hours breezy &lt;br /&gt;That sometimes comes to life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I in turning&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds in sky&lt;br /&gt;With our passions burning&lt;br /&gt;In the low and high&lt;br /&gt;Reaching to the late&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon’s fading stars&lt;br /&gt;Each in moment's crate&lt;br /&gt;Side by kicking bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling freedom day&lt;br /&gt;Coming thru to shine&lt;br /&gt;In their many play&lt;br /&gt;Of the red horizon line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864456364373909431-6444498270497497722?l=album-something-more.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/6444498270497497722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864456364373909431&amp;postID=6444498270497497722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/6444498270497497722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/6444498270497497722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/2008/09/04-coming-thru-to-shine.html' title='04 Coming Thru To Shine'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFZ2aux1RI/AAAAAAAAAjY/LRItyZqks1w/s72-c/Coming+Thru+To+Shine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864456364373909431.post-457651546106489145</id><published>2008-09-05T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:18:42.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 Corridors of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFZWOx0O_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ONJ-D5EHXic/s1600-h/Corridors+of+Time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFZWOx0O_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ONJ-D5EHXic/s320/Corridors+of+Time.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242569679695002610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corridors of time are passing&lt;br /&gt;Into every introduction’s shown&lt;br /&gt;Their fortune and failure tossing&lt;br /&gt;To the daydreams in its night gown&lt;br /&gt;Flying together to embrace&lt;br /&gt;With every confusion there in given&lt;br /&gt;Full of its world and its ways&lt;br /&gt;In what every feeling has liven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;With this time that is here coming&lt;br /&gt;Though we have time to share&lt;br /&gt;In their minutes up summing&lt;br /&gt;Finding out where feelings are here &lt;br /&gt;Trusting the way they all go&lt;br /&gt;There is so much in life's steer&lt;br /&gt;Without this all you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting the dream from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Without much knowing what's hidden&lt;br /&gt;Driving or tearing us apart&lt;br /&gt;Of good fortunes that got ridden&lt;br /&gt;Living is breaking destruction&lt;br /&gt;And taking away every feeling&lt;br /&gt;Making us anywhere in its abduction&lt;br /&gt;Strings of our hope then stealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;With this time that is here coming&lt;br /&gt;Though we have time to share&lt;br /&gt;In their minutes up summing&lt;br /&gt;Only we two that are on giving&lt;br /&gt;From our own that we both have started&lt;br /&gt;In those times we are living&lt;br /&gt;That soon to anywhere is departed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting the dream from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Without much knowing what's hidden&lt;br /&gt;Where every going must again start&lt;br /&gt;That in our dreams seems fitting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864456364373909431-457651546106489145?l=album-something-more.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/457651546106489145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864456364373909431&amp;postID=457651546106489145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/457651546106489145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/457651546106489145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/2008/09/03-corridors-of-time.html' title='03 Corridors of Time'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFZWOx0O_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ONJ-D5EHXic/s72-c/Corridors+of+Time.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864456364373909431.post-2323128295773781446</id><published>2008-09-05T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:17:08.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02 Losing Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFY4MzYiFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gO5HtB4TK-U/s1600-h/Losing+Days.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFY4MzYiFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gO5HtB4TK-U/s320/Losing+Days.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242569163768629330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the day means something more&lt;br /&gt;Surroundings walls of thing we do&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is not insecure&lt;br /&gt;With its lights that gives on through&lt;br /&gt;Falling days with all their pieces&lt;br /&gt;Rising streams of life and learning&lt;br /&gt;With the sounds that the ears pleases&lt;br /&gt;And turning their diminishing to yearning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is not all&lt;br /&gt;But some way through new time&lt;br /&gt;When it is for you to fall&lt;br /&gt;In your living up to times prime&lt;br /&gt;With the days that go in waiting&lt;br /&gt;Black holes barely feeling sun&lt;br /&gt;On their role they are debating&lt;br /&gt;When there is still time to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing days to the darkish night&lt;br /&gt;On their ways to their nothingness&lt;br /&gt;When moment's fall in their light&lt;br /&gt;In with only shadow's caresses&lt;br /&gt;Mistaking in its open reaching&lt;br /&gt;Flying across the midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;In their way and tincture bleaching&lt;br /&gt;Without asking questions why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving me longtime running night&lt;br /&gt;In their conquer of point to come&lt;br /&gt;With each their thought of out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Where every obstacle of dim is from&lt;br /&gt;With nothing turning or be taking into&lt;br /&gt;Only misguided of open reaching&lt;br /&gt;When the day's light is gone on through&lt;br /&gt;In the hours of giving and bleaching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864456364373909431-2323128295773781446?l=album-something-more.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/2323128295773781446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864456364373909431&amp;postID=2323128295773781446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/2323128295773781446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/2323128295773781446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/2008/09/02-losing-days.html' title='02 Losing Days'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFY4MzYiFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gO5HtB4TK-U/s72-c/Losing+Days.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864456364373909431.post-3432569945816065345</id><published>2008-09-05T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:14:38.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>01 Sunshine Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFYiyiKU6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/h_1vFT6zqvA/s1600-h/Sunshine+Comes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/SMFYiyiKU6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/h_1vFT6zqvA/s320/Sunshine+Comes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242568795939820450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine comes to inside mind&lt;br /&gt;Far across the makings on&lt;br /&gt;In the heart beat you must find&lt;br /&gt;What is here or almost gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising skies from love across&lt;br /&gt;Day dreams through and incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Living dreams that are with loss&lt;br /&gt;To be waiting on a sideway street&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was in its own pain&lt;br /&gt;Love be saved or given blues&lt;br /&gt;So much here that comes again&lt;br /&gt;That is only of its ordinary use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes live up to dreams&lt;br /&gt;Understanding what's gone by&lt;br /&gt;Where you couldn’t see what seems&lt;br /&gt;Only the corridors from far sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising morning in its own day&lt;br /&gt;Playful sight that eyes read&lt;br /&gt;Any scene in an accomplish way&lt;br /&gt;That is here in your insecure need&lt;br /&gt;Like the pain that give you love&lt;br /&gt;When you feel you know it all&lt;br /&gt;Or the clouds in drift above&lt;br /&gt;That in raindrops soon must fall&lt;br /&gt;Feeling blues of its loneliness&lt;br /&gt;When the dream won’t any longer stay&lt;br /&gt;Everything that comes to less&lt;br /&gt;When the times are lose and gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling blues of its loneliness&lt;br /&gt;When the dream won’t any longer stay&lt;br /&gt;Everything that comes to less&lt;br /&gt;When the times are lose and gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine comes to inside mind&lt;br /&gt;Far across the makings on&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine comes to inside mind&lt;br /&gt;In the heart beat you must find&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine comes to inside mind&lt;br /&gt;With its ways never done&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine comes to inside mind&lt;br /&gt;Filling you with so much love&lt;br /&gt;Giving of its ways and spins&lt;br /&gt;Anything that comes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864456364373909431-3432569945816065345?l=album-something-more.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/feeds/3432569945816065345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864456364373909431&amp;postID=3432569945816065345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/3432569945816065345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864456364373909431/posts/default/3432569945816065345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://album-something-more.blogspot.com/2008/09/01-sunshine-comes.html' title='01 Sunshine Comes'/><author><name>Peter S. 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