<?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-4472334432179932733</id><updated>2012-02-06T15:48:26.578-08:00</updated><category term='t'/><category term='Africa'/><category term='Uganda'/><category term='Mukono'/><category term='I'/><title type='text'>Just Enough of Too Little</title><subtitle type='html'>Poems written at random</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-4253259863970145207</id><published>2012-01-17T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T15:48:26.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reds &amp; Greens</title><content type='html'>The suns setting behind the city's silhouette&lt;br /&gt;Your face lit up with lights from the screen&lt;br /&gt;it's not a secret I feel you're falling into me&lt;br /&gt;A silent landing, I'd say, welcome&lt;br /&gt;You've been falling for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;The exit closer than sentences we piece together&lt;br /&gt;and I can only wish to find our escape&lt;br /&gt;Is it fate?&lt;br /&gt;This way we stumbled upon our loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Finding ourselves making sense&lt;br /&gt;Now you're shaking your head no&lt;br /&gt;Because my footsteps inch towards the backlit moon&lt;br /&gt;Quiet waves will punctuate, and I'll get back to you soon&lt;br /&gt;But the unpaved streets call my name&lt;br /&gt;Assuming I should hop a few blocks more&lt;br /&gt;Erase the smeared markings I scraped on your bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;Now you're looking around and i'm trying to be strong&lt;br /&gt;If I'm wrong, let my absence fade into our favorite song&lt;br /&gt;and I promise to think of you when that song carries on&lt;br /&gt;Is it fate?&lt;br /&gt;How our scrambled words fit together?&lt;br /&gt;That our mistakes somehow made this slip feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Is it fate that I find you to be the most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when the suns just peaking through&lt;br /&gt;and the little hairs on your shoulder glow&lt;br /&gt;I almost loved you, you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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a bite&lt;br /&gt;a wrinkle in the sheets at night&lt;br /&gt;it happens&lt;br /&gt;you're not even my friend&lt;br /&gt;and i see right through you&lt;br /&gt;looking through me&lt;br /&gt;there is no future to believe&lt;br /&gt;and no past to photograph&lt;br /&gt;we're just a laugh&lt;br /&gt;we're just a laugh&lt;br /&gt;two bottles on the shelf in the back&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;i think about you moving away&lt;br /&gt;and I can't say that I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;enough to ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;it happens&lt;br /&gt;we just met&lt;br /&gt;through irony and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;it will pass&lt;br /&gt;we'll see through this empty past&lt;br /&gt;find a way to make love smash&lt;br /&gt;shatter like glass&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;on these lust filled nights&lt;br /&gt;i think about&lt;br /&gt;how long this will last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-1772247737851809834</id><published>2011-12-06T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T07:38:23.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Demands</title><content type='html'>Maybe this is just me thinking&lt;br /&gt;but I think it is time I go home&lt;br /&gt;Secrets I've failed to reveal, are real&lt;br /&gt;but not real enough to let you get that close to me&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sorry that I've structured walls&lt;br /&gt;With framed images of us holding hands&lt;br /&gt;it was a mistake and I know you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;You said you needed to know why &lt;br /&gt;when my eyes failed to navigate into your arms&lt;br /&gt;it was a fatal crash and I bit my tongue but I mean't no harm&lt;br /&gt;I drove with all intentions to love you but honey I just can't&lt;br /&gt;and I am guilty of confusion, dishonesty and awkward silence&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've never given you a straight answer&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled and held your hand&lt;br /&gt;it was a mistake and I know you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;And it's been such a time of pleasure, it almost perfectly aligned &lt;br /&gt;but when I look at you I don't see me and it's more fatal to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;It's only fair that I'd be lonely a while, in a watchtower out at sea&lt;br /&gt;You deserve the real thing, not a framed photograph of what was not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;We'll un-mend to be mended again, I am so sorry it has come to this demand&lt;br /&gt;I so much loved curling my lips up to you but it was a mistake&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home &lt;br /&gt;I know you'll understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-9105982516583794417</id><published>2011-11-29T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:31:10.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geometric</title><content type='html'>When there is a time for words&lt;br /&gt;Silence rolls it's tumble weed&lt;br /&gt;on a desolate street&lt;br /&gt;where it belongs&lt;br /&gt;Where do we belong, here?&lt;br /&gt;and why do you know my name?&lt;br /&gt;I feel those eyes watching time&lt;br /&gt;Every step I make is geometric&lt;br /&gt;and you wait for that mistake&lt;br /&gt;I'll make when I fall&lt;br /&gt;for every pleading word you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when the truth rolls in&lt;br /&gt;I'll lead every sentence and begin&lt;br /&gt;Roll out a blue print&lt;br /&gt;With a map, where do we belong?&lt;br /&gt;By the shape of our palms&lt;br /&gt;You've got it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;because I can never be her&lt;br /&gt;and I can never be the one&lt;br /&gt;Yet, here we are&lt;br /&gt;Filling voids with sweet mistakes&lt;br /&gt;and I know your name&lt;br /&gt;and every geometric angle of your heart&lt;br /&gt;No room for two&lt;br /&gt;So I tip-toe around like so&lt;br /&gt;Careful not to spill my love&lt;br /&gt;Where ever we go&lt;br /&gt;Until you go&lt;br /&gt;Where you belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-9105982516583794417?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/9105982516583794417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-7568032253951227543</id><published>2011-11-18T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:35:33.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flames</title><content type='html'>How could I have doubted you&lt;br /&gt;could be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw a ghost&lt;br /&gt;but that was just me&lt;br /&gt;I realize now, if its not too late&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to build you a castle&lt;br /&gt;and keep you from leaving today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would throw myself under a train&lt;br /&gt;once those words fall from your tongue&lt;br /&gt;How could I have doubted&lt;br /&gt;that you could be the one&lt;br /&gt;We swallowed the night and watched our home burn&lt;br /&gt;I blamed you but you said not a word&lt;br /&gt;and in your silence flames praised our home&lt;br /&gt;I knew right then you did not burn it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have doubted you&lt;br /&gt;could be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw a ghost&lt;br /&gt;but that was just me&lt;br /&gt;I realize now, if its not too late&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to build you a castle&lt;br /&gt;and keep you from leaving today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fight in every war&lt;br /&gt;Once your empty eyes look away&lt;br /&gt;How could I have doubted you&lt;br /&gt;could be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;I stand beside our river bed&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and collecting stones to throw&lt;br /&gt;count the ripples until you decide it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could've been everything&lt;br /&gt;but a ghost, they never show&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me&lt;br /&gt;How could I have not known?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-4989583470751391669</id><published>2011-10-17T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:07:34.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>And it starts&lt;br /&gt;the cracks in the cement, the falling sky&lt;br /&gt;our eyes keep glowing, now down we go&lt;br /&gt;follow us if you want to survive&lt;br /&gt;where we meet&lt;br /&gt;you'll find is where you we're headed&lt;br /&gt;and far, far from home&lt;br /&gt;you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;so if you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;sleepy child in your lacy crib&lt;br /&gt;it's coming, it's coming on&lt;br /&gt;soon it's coming home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-4989583470751391669?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/4989583470751391669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=4989583470751391669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/4989583470751391669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/4989583470751391669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2011/10/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-7247378197006346636</id><published>2011-08-24T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:53:57.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Are, Where Are We?</title><content type='html'>Where can we rest?&lt;br /&gt;When does this ground stop it's motion?&lt;br /&gt;Now you're holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your bed&lt;br /&gt;There is a song stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;but I can't sing it aloud&lt;br /&gt;I find out how&lt;br /&gt;You breath in numbers when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;This humors me and you find a way in&lt;br /&gt;Hey, how have you been?&lt;br /&gt;before I knew you?&lt;br /&gt;What was the last note you played?&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay if I stayed?&lt;br /&gt;Take a look outside, the sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;I am smiling, can you tell I am hiding?&lt;br /&gt;The wrinkles in your sheets I am happy to meet&lt;br /&gt;as long as you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;as long as you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;as long as your&lt;br /&gt;body is close to mine, just this time&lt;br /&gt;but you should probably know&lt;br /&gt;there is a crack in your ceiling &lt;br /&gt;and I can't help but thinking&lt;br /&gt;if the crack in mine gives you the same feeling&lt;br /&gt;because this whole city is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;and I find beauty in the shape it makes&lt;br /&gt;the risk we're willing to take&lt;br /&gt;the loud noises beyond the window gate&lt;br /&gt;the way it puts you to sleep &lt;br /&gt;and our palms meet&lt;br /&gt;touching neck to feet&lt;br /&gt;it's all beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;the lines from the light through your window&lt;br /&gt;projected like paper on the wall&lt;br /&gt;I write to you sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Were you here all along?&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Will we last through this song? Do you already know?&lt;br /&gt;If so, let me go&lt;br /&gt;If so, wait a few moments if you're willing&lt;br /&gt;So I can paint the crack on your ceiling&lt;br /&gt;I find it surprisingly appealing&lt;br /&gt;I'll frame it perfectly, hang it next to mine&lt;br /&gt;can you walk me home now please,&lt;br /&gt;if you don't mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-7247378197006346636?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/7247378197006346636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=7247378197006346636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/7247378197006346636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/7247378197006346636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2011/08/here-we-are-where-are-we.html' title='Here We Are, Where Are We?'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6687639764121714157</id><published>2011-05-26T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T18:12:59.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poorly Wrapped Sore</title><content type='html'>So tie me to the trunk of the trees we've planted&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the world in every way but today it's slightly slanted&lt;br /&gt;and your eyes sparkle like rust in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to believe it's just begun&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the moon never looked at me quite like this before&lt;br /&gt;tonight I'm the apple and you're the seedy gritty core&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we'll stick together like a poorly wrapped sore&lt;br /&gt;and find our chance to follow through with this war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems,&lt;br /&gt;we've gathered stones and ink&lt;br /&gt;bagged them up, watched them fly then sink&lt;br /&gt;and it's so hard to believe we didn't even try&lt;br /&gt;to feel up our pride and say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;nature as we're told is just a few billion years old&lt;br /&gt;according to these wheezing trees we've grown&lt;br /&gt;but we've raised our ignorant fists with pride towards the sun&lt;br /&gt;it proved a few billion means we've only just begun&lt;br /&gt;so welcome home, welcome home, welcome home&lt;br /&gt;You've finally made it here&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen is a mess and the water is not clear&lt;br /&gt;I am your wrecking ball waiting at the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;to help justify these operations and satisfy this pointless fight&lt;br /&gt;and your eyes sparkle like rust in the sun&lt;br /&gt;we wiped our hands and blamed the speechless ones&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to believe it's all just begun&lt;br /&gt;So step away and lay down that loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the moon never looked at me quite like this before&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm the apple and you're the seedy gritty core&lt;br /&gt;unchain these questions and unlock that door&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we'll stick together like a poorly wrapped sore&lt;br /&gt;and find our chance to follow through with this war&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6687639764121714157?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6687639764121714157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=6687639764121714157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6687639764121714157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6687639764121714157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2011/05/poorly-wrapped-sore.html' title='Poorly Wrapped Sore'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6676506212356629915</id><published>2011-04-02T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T11:08:26.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noose</title><content type='html'>You find it&lt;br /&gt;scraping like gravel against your face&lt;br /&gt;everything you think you know&lt;br /&gt;is lost, not misplaced&lt;br /&gt;i think I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost the war&lt;br /&gt;but if there was nothing there&lt;br /&gt;what am i searching for?&lt;br /&gt;I found a fossil of truth&lt;br /&gt;battered and abused&lt;br /&gt;Left to be discovered&lt;br /&gt;hanging by your fucking noose&lt;br /&gt;and this time I'm discovering&lt;br /&gt;that you covered up your tracks&lt;br /&gt;you're not turning back&lt;br /&gt;and this long treck is over&lt;br /&gt;destination truth&lt;br /&gt;No hands to hold&lt;br /&gt;No heart to own&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd make it back home&lt;br /&gt;thought I'd make it well known&lt;br /&gt;I've worn the armor I've out grown&lt;br /&gt;so don't think of me darling&lt;br /&gt;that old noose i've untied &lt;br /&gt;if you're hiding your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'd be searching for lies&lt;br /&gt;cause we both know you've lost it&lt;br /&gt;and I've lost interest in clues&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving this war tonight&lt;br /&gt;and accepting we both loose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6676506212356629915?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-3721018095658911995</id><published>2011-03-27T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:17:32.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Wins</title><content type='html'>Looking at the world, I finally have time&lt;br /&gt;to put myself aside&lt;br /&gt;and here I rest in this broken chair &lt;br /&gt;wondering what I'm doing here&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a chance, opened my heart&lt;br /&gt;now he's going far and here we are&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;sorry but I'm not sorry enough&lt;br /&gt;I did what I could and now it is time to erupt&lt;br /&gt;and he ghosts this world without a past&lt;br /&gt;to paint all the colors he's been trying to cast&lt;br /&gt;and I'll paint him spreading that uncertain smile&lt;br /&gt;something I've longed to see for a while&lt;br /&gt;with myself put aside&lt;br /&gt;I carve every root with a lie&lt;br /&gt;because I know the world as it seems&lt;br /&gt;and he was all I would ever need&lt;br /&gt;accepting enough is never enough&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes life make the truth rough&lt;br /&gt;and this city once promised more&lt;br /&gt;with all it's colors all I can see are doors&lt;br /&gt;and this broken chair I rest in&lt;br /&gt;Has become my dearest friend and,&lt;br /&gt;The truth wins in the end, it always wins in the end&lt;br /&gt;So, rock away my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-3721018095658911995?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/3721018095658911995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-210049767899801737</id><published>2011-03-21T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:58:54.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn't it?</title><content type='html'>There is this place we find ourselves&lt;br /&gt;standing alone&lt;br /&gt;no bottle to hold&lt;br /&gt;and the world seems so strange just then&lt;br /&gt;the roundness is now flattened&lt;br /&gt;and every song falls apart&lt;br /&gt;like an off beat heart&lt;br /&gt;what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;it won't be long till we all crack&lt;br /&gt;imperfection is a big come-back&lt;br /&gt;looking at old photographs&lt;br /&gt;everything was such a god damn laugh&lt;br /&gt;but we lost touch and settled down&lt;br /&gt;tell me, are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;sitting on your settled couch?&lt;br /&gt;wondering where you'd be now&lt;br /&gt;if they never told you how&lt;br /&gt;when or why&lt;br /&gt;you're supposed to die?&lt;br /&gt;and while our poor souls are driven by fear&lt;br /&gt;running away to be far from here&lt;br /&gt;here becomes our buried jars&lt;br /&gt;hiding who we really are&lt;br /&gt;and soon we all realize there's no turning back&lt;br /&gt;for your own good remember that&lt;br /&gt;those empty eyes we stare into&lt;br /&gt;had every intention to follow through&lt;br /&gt;had every intention to remember you&lt;br /&gt;standing alone&lt;br /&gt;with not a thing to hold&lt;br /&gt;but listen,&lt;br /&gt;hold on anyway&lt;br /&gt;you're supposed to die, sometime&lt;br /&gt;we're all supposed to die&lt;br /&gt;doesnt matter when or why&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't just knowing that &lt;br /&gt;make you &lt;br /&gt;feel more alive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6425974269798897599</id><published>2011-03-05T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:00:15.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Sandbox</title><content type='html'>Flickering, static&lt;br /&gt;feeling the vibrations&lt;br /&gt;around me&lt;br /&gt;following footsteps&lt;br /&gt;of strangers&lt;br /&gt;found myself headed towards no where&lt;br /&gt;but this place&lt;br /&gt;was once&lt;br /&gt;my battleground&lt;br /&gt;now i'm running&lt;br /&gt;headed towards&lt;br /&gt;nowhere&lt;br /&gt;to find something&lt;br /&gt;that will&lt;br /&gt;prove that i've&lt;br /&gt;done nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;and your singing&lt;br /&gt;matches my heart beat&lt;br /&gt;and the noise from the churches&lt;br /&gt;tickle my ear drums&lt;br /&gt;but im listening&lt;br /&gt;to everyone&lt;br /&gt;everywhere&lt;br /&gt;following them all&lt;br /&gt;headed no where&lt;br /&gt;but the thing&lt;br /&gt;i find most appealing&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;happiness&lt;br /&gt;happiness&lt;br /&gt;happiness&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;so dont tell me no&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me i cant go&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me im not ready&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;you see&lt;br /&gt;these footsteps i am following&lt;br /&gt;will come back to me&lt;br /&gt;and i'll pretend &lt;br /&gt;this battleground&lt;br /&gt;was only my kindergarten playground&lt;br /&gt;and i've left the sandbox&lt;br /&gt;i'm done playing this game&lt;br /&gt;i hear it calling&lt;br /&gt;i see it falling&lt;br /&gt;im taking the chance&lt;br /&gt;so dont you dare step foot in my path&lt;br /&gt;don't you dare tell me i've gone too far&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6425974269798897599?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6425974269798897599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=6425974269798897599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6425974269798897599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6425974269798897599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodbye-sandbox.html' title='Goodbye Sandbox'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-2385316029324590010</id><published>2011-03-01T06:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:19:57.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>Be it as it may&lt;br /&gt;The followers of untouched trails&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself a diamond&lt;br /&gt;Let it be&lt;br /&gt;Be it as it may&lt;br /&gt;The calling for a calling&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself waiting&lt;br /&gt;Lose the best you've ever had&lt;br /&gt;Be it as it may&lt;br /&gt;The words you spill of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Catch yourself drowning&lt;br /&gt;Stuck thinking too much&lt;br /&gt;Be it as it may&lt;br /&gt;The world will never stop&lt;br /&gt;Wait for yourself too long&lt;br /&gt;and die where you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-2385316029324590010?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/2385316029324590010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=2385316029324590010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2385316029324590010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2385316029324590010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2011/03/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-4819066727843121988</id><published>2011-02-15T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:02:32.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Perfect</title><content type='html'>You've got so many speeches&lt;br /&gt;Words that flutter around bleeding peace&lt;br /&gt;Gave your key to the seekers&lt;br /&gt;You followed her home&lt;br /&gt;Landed in sheets, neatly spread&lt;br /&gt;You held her hand as you dream't&lt;br /&gt;There must have been darker nights, brighter stars&lt;br /&gt;You found her, you found her&lt;br /&gt;Laying in your arms and the time on the clock&lt;br /&gt;Handed you the numbers back&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to look here any more&lt;br /&gt;Where you are is simply perfect&lt;br /&gt;An image rare indeed, she's found your key&lt;br /&gt;She loves you, She loves you&lt;br /&gt;But one night you failed to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Saw a light in the distance out of your window&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain of the distance, you stood at edge&lt;br /&gt;Looked back once and decided to go&lt;br /&gt;As the night began to weaken you ran, faster and faster&lt;br /&gt;The light was fading, the wind picked up&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be close but the sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;And you're losing focus&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is making it's way to your destination&lt;br /&gt;You have to get there, you have to make it&lt;br /&gt;And you will&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly you crash, looking up&lt;br /&gt;You've found it, you've found it now&lt;br /&gt;Only to find the numbers on the clock have been replaced&lt;br /&gt;With a simple message attached&lt;br /&gt;"No looking back" signed-her&lt;br /&gt;And an image of her sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Beside her an empty invitation&lt;br /&gt;But you got the message&lt;br /&gt;She loved you, She loved you&lt;br /&gt;she knew all along there where stars much brighter&lt;br /&gt;Places in dreams that exist, something true&lt;br /&gt;Because that's how she found you&lt;br /&gt;Simply perfect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-4819066727843121988?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/4819066727843121988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-1359667853212164201</id><published>2011-02-08T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:14:37.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Ange De France</title><content type='html'>She fell from the sky&lt;br /&gt;The grass molded her shape and she laid&lt;br /&gt;Felt the world holding her body down&lt;br /&gt;Heavy and sound&lt;br /&gt;This is what heaven must be like&lt;br /&gt;She thought&lt;br /&gt;This must be how angels dream&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully serene &lt;br /&gt;She took a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;The air filled her with heart and she smiled&lt;br /&gt;Felt the vibrations of the ground&lt;br /&gt;Living and found&lt;br /&gt;This is what music must be like&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;This is why they strive to be alive&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;Looking towards the sky she whispered a hint&lt;br /&gt;laissez-moi rester ici juste une plus de nuit&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the leaves rustle&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the tiniest life in it's largest form&lt;br /&gt;Molded into a solid shape a new world is born&lt;br /&gt;And angels dream&lt;br /&gt;Dream of ways to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;What a place this must be&lt;br /&gt;Where it is beautiful to die&lt;br /&gt;She laid in awe&lt;br /&gt;As rain drops trickled down her cheek&lt;br /&gt;Closed her eyes and smiled&lt;br /&gt;Dear world take into me&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes matched the stars&lt;br /&gt;Her soul the grass and the trees&lt;br /&gt;She signaled the ships in the distance&lt;br /&gt;"Please, do not fail to perceive"&lt;br /&gt;Because the moon surely will fade&lt;br /&gt;As will the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;But the beauty is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Holding both you and I&lt;br /&gt;And angels dream&lt;br /&gt;Dream of ways to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;What a place this must be&lt;br /&gt;Where it is beautiful to die&lt;br /&gt;Where every element matters &lt;br /&gt;And every piece is in place&lt;br /&gt;Where imperfect is still perfect &lt;br /&gt;And every heartbeat's a race&lt;br /&gt;She stood from the ground&lt;br /&gt;Aimed her face towards the sun&lt;br /&gt;Cher monde,&lt;br /&gt;Je suis vivant! Je suis vivant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-1359667853212164201?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/1359667853212164201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=1359667853212164201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/1359667853212164201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/1359667853212164201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2011/02/un-ange-de-france.html' title='Un Ange De 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/&gt;as she connects palm to palm&lt;br /&gt;but the truth you can't face&lt;br /&gt;knows some voids can't be replaced&lt;br /&gt;and she'll smile and wave&lt;br /&gt;claiming to be happy again&lt;br /&gt;but this time theres no moon&lt;br /&gt;no sunlight to swoon&lt;br /&gt;only the reflections of a touch&lt;br /&gt;that were far too self involved&lt;br /&gt;silence creeps where the camera waits&lt;br /&gt;a surprise ending and the flashes penetrate&lt;br /&gt;wearing your last minute tuxedo vest&lt;br /&gt;she's happy, she says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-2441151357749676558?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/2441151357749676558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-4725342087015999228</id><published>2010-12-01T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:24:24.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales</title><content type='html'>Theres a simple tale told by our fathers&lt;br /&gt;a hint of words, a crystal ball&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong and despite my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to believe in&lt;br /&gt;from where I stand a fire holds my hand&lt;br /&gt;There will always be War, there will always be tears&lt;br /&gt;and it reminds me that if I sit and watch&lt;br /&gt;and count every piece of gold I've got&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn not a thing and I am learning&lt;br /&gt;to believe in those tales, take a hint&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong and despite my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to believe in&lt;br /&gt;If you want, come along, pack a dream&lt;br /&gt;Because nothing is what it seems&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love, work for free, &lt;br /&gt;Die with stories to pass along and leave&lt;br /&gt;Cause there are those stories told before&lt;br /&gt;Reminding you that living careful kills you more&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy but they are right&lt;br /&gt;So I leave tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-4725342087015999228?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/4725342087015999228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=4725342087015999228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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where I&lt;br /&gt;want to be&lt;br /&gt;and i hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;please stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I felt the world crashing&lt;br /&gt;my pulse pounding&lt;br /&gt;you werent there&lt;br /&gt;I felt scared&lt;br /&gt;so I just stared&lt;br /&gt;painting pictures with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;imaging your voice whispering&lt;br /&gt;"It's gonna be alright"&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;but you know&lt;br /&gt;when my heart's the only one to hear&lt;br /&gt;I discover my greatest fear&lt;br /&gt;I need you and&lt;br /&gt;I want you here &lt;br /&gt;If that's alright&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share my place with you tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-830946898554547051?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-1325642311835870771</id><published>2010-10-11T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:06:32.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man in Black</title><content type='html'>The man in black&lt;br /&gt;he says&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry bout a thing&lt;br /&gt;cause I&lt;br /&gt;and we&lt;br /&gt;will find the end without seeing&lt;br /&gt;so we circled the pits&lt;br /&gt;felt the fire on our skin and laughed&lt;br /&gt;Now the man in black sleeps&lt;br /&gt;covered in snow&lt;br /&gt;deep beneath the insults&lt;br /&gt;felt world winds&lt;br /&gt;gave a song to the sky&lt;br /&gt;never took a dime&lt;br /&gt;but I always felt his pain&lt;br /&gt;without seeing he saw&lt;br /&gt;the suffering of us all&lt;br /&gt;so he suffered with a smile&lt;br /&gt;to prove&lt;br /&gt;it ain't so bad&lt;br /&gt;the man in black&lt;br /&gt;he says&lt;br /&gt;even if it kills ya&lt;br /&gt;at least you were worth killin'&lt;br /&gt;that's got to mean something&lt;br /&gt;so don't you worry bout a thing&lt;br /&gt;cause I&lt;br /&gt;and we&lt;br /&gt;will find the end without seeing&lt;br /&gt;the world will never be what it seems&lt;br /&gt;and if you see it&lt;br /&gt;you're not living&lt;br /&gt;Now the man in black sleeps&lt;br /&gt;covered in snow&lt;br /&gt;deep beneath the insults&lt;br /&gt;felt world winds&lt;br /&gt;gave a song to the sky&lt;br /&gt;never took a dime&lt;br /&gt;but I always felt his pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-1325642311835870771?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-1987019004840828706</id><published>2010-10-07T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:02:51.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading Hours</title><content type='html'>From the top I clung&lt;br /&gt;Felt a near sense of change&lt;br /&gt;God must have felt you near me&lt;br /&gt;Senses follow the scent&lt;br /&gt;I lay whispering words I am unsure of&lt;br /&gt;There you stood&lt;br /&gt;Before me, proudly &lt;br /&gt;Tugging on strings I have no recollection &lt;br /&gt;But the silver sun felt it bitter&lt;br /&gt;Hense the motions on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Take it from here&lt;br /&gt;I've seen better days&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay behind, tonight&lt;br /&gt;You'll forget these fading hours&lt;br /&gt;Time will change your words&lt;br /&gt;Proud will remain&lt;br /&gt;Just, with your stature &lt;br /&gt;Forget my name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-1987019004840828706?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/1987019004840828706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=1987019004840828706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/1987019004840828706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/1987019004840828706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/10/fading-hours.html' title='Fading Hours'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-2538124036300471539</id><published>2010-09-12T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T02:04:23.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uganda part II</title><content type='html'>So, I've been at my placement now for over a week. The first night I suffered from culture shock haha. 300 orphans all day..everyday. The orphanage needs a lot. They lack clothes, food, sleeping area, a place to eat, medical, supplies and...pretty much everything. I gave them their first still art class. It was awesome, and these kids were so good! They pick up on everything and anything you teach them and they do not forget. They LOVE to learn! I love that an they laugh and smile and are just happy kids. I adore them. I wish there were more I could give them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten used to pooping and peeing in a hole in the ground and bucket bathing. A shower here is considered a luxury. I went white water rafting on the Nile yesterday with other volunteers and...saw death hahaha but! 5 hours of crashing into waves...flying out of the raft, getting caught in waves...was pretty damn awesome, and also...it was the effing NILE! Worth every penny!Ive made it around to some other places here, checked out other schools and orphanages and food places. Depending on how you look at it, there is either very little to do here,or a lot. I see a lot and I am getting out as much as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've caught a bit of a bug and needed medication, lost my voice haha ( which is probably a blessing to the other volunteers) but am getting better each day. Love the music here, and fun observation, on the taxis...they love to listen to Kenny Rogers ha. Also..me and Boda Boda's &lt;3 I ride on them alllll the time now, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other volunteers are so great. It was so goo to see them all again this weekend. Really I picked a good time to go. i &lt;3 Them and I am glad to have gotten the chance to meet them. It is weird how that works. We come from all over yet once we met the first day it was like we already knew one another. We come for the same reason I guess, it is just a natural, sincere connection to have. Very unique and very life changing. Brilliant string theory. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-2538124036300471539?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/2538124036300471539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=2538124036300471539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2538124036300471539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2538124036300471539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/09/uganda-part-ii.html' title='Uganda part II'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-4429186713804151658</id><published>2010-09-01T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T04:34:27.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mukono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uganda'/><title type='text'>First Day In Uganda</title><content type='html'>I flew into Entebbe last night where I was picked up and escorted ten minutes away to a backpackers hostel. The bunks were covered in mosquito nets and I shared the room with 2 Canadian backpackers who are backpacking East Africa and 5 girls from Denmark who are here for 3 months studying nursing. They were all really awesome. I also had my first beer "Nile" haha. Typical American! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picked up in the morning and went through Kampala and an hr away to Mukono where I am now. I am with 2 other volunteers from the UK and will meet more tonight. Exploring Mukono is really a treasure. The people here love to greet and shake your hand. I will soon ride on a Buda Buda ( most efficient way of transportation, ride on the back of a bike ha ) In order to get the my village where the orphanage is that I will teach at is by taxi then by Buda Buda. The village is Golomolo village and I will have my own place to stay in the village on a quite farm. I am excited to see it and meet the children! What an exciting journey this will be! I will also make my way to Junji, a city in Uganda that has water rafting and from what I hear...good indian food! Hell ya! Nom nom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure to come back with a lot of stories to make up for time. That is all for now! Cheers! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-4429186713804151658?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/4429186713804151658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=4429186713804151658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/4429186713804151658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/4429186713804151658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-in-uganda.html' title='First Day In Uganda'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-8277575922047057391</id><published>2010-08-16T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:38:34.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sliding Infinitely</title><content type='html'>One arm on the levy&lt;br /&gt;It's about that time&lt;br /&gt;the season is right&lt;br /&gt;Found a dream in the water&lt;br /&gt;watched it float down stream&lt;br /&gt;built a raft out of wishing&lt;br /&gt;missed it by an inch&lt;br /&gt;and we all went falling&lt;br /&gt;like children on a slide&lt;br /&gt;feels like flying, hands in air&lt;br /&gt;screaming we tried, yeah we tried&lt;br /&gt;and we'll all go falling&lt;br /&gt;once in this life&lt;br /&gt;with our hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;we tried, yeah, we tried&lt;br /&gt;then we splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those ripples &lt;br /&gt;they change the surface&lt;br /&gt;so we build us a reason&lt;br /&gt;that gave us a purpose&lt;br /&gt;projected our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;on the clouds and the dust&lt;br /&gt;good luck to you&lt;br /&gt;and misery if you find us&lt;br /&gt;cause you're coming down with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-8277575922047057391?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/8277575922047057391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-5618270339692616077</id><published>2010-08-12T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:11:46.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Globe</title><content type='html'>Found a few years in a jar&lt;br /&gt;you've not a clue &lt;br /&gt;how wonderful you are&lt;br /&gt;I gave it a shake&lt;br /&gt;watched us dance in the snow&lt;br /&gt;come up to find you&lt;br /&gt;got stuck in a globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed you were dieing&lt;br /&gt;you've not a clue&lt;br /&gt;how hard I was crying&lt;br /&gt;I tried to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want you to hear me scream&lt;br /&gt;Too scared to loose you&lt;br /&gt;Got stuck in a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found my kingdom with no rule&lt;br /&gt;you've not a clue&lt;br /&gt;you made this place beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned all the waste&lt;br /&gt;Built us a new home&lt;br /&gt;Drew a garden with chalk&lt;br /&gt;Got stuck here alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-5618270339692616077?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/5618270339692616077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=5618270339692616077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/5618270339692616077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/5618270339692616077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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understand&lt;br /&gt;We've got the ocean&lt;br /&gt;many years of tides&lt;br /&gt;Many tricks to learn&lt;br /&gt;You've got your tools in a box&lt;br /&gt;It holds you down&lt;br /&gt;I've got not a thing around&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we promised&lt;br /&gt;before we knew a promise could kill&lt;br /&gt;My ties, written in due&lt;br /&gt;You've got yourself&lt;br /&gt;I've got me and you&lt;br /&gt;and it is all I've got&lt;br /&gt;All I've ever had all along&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda known, I shoulda&lt;br /&gt;The world you've known before&lt;br /&gt;is the world I havent got the tools for&lt;br /&gt;Now I float around your head&lt;br /&gt;There, past-due, unread&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were easier&lt;br /&gt;to put this broken song back in tune&lt;br /&gt;but it's a full moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-672848241379163014?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-4286507591399058221</id><published>2010-08-05T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T06:28:43.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Significance in the Undefined</title><content type='html'>I stood in the road&lt;br /&gt;watched the leaves run in circles&lt;br /&gt;I named each flower in the garden&lt;br /&gt;Compared the clouds to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Understanding everything she said&lt;br /&gt;will become the death of me&lt;br /&gt;I remember my Grandmother&lt;br /&gt;her warnings of what's to come-&lt;br /&gt;Ahead you'll never find &lt;br /&gt;but remember where you come from&lt;br /&gt;Remember those hands you've held&lt;br /&gt;The fruit you've tasted, the stories we've read&lt;br /&gt;Remember this now because soon I'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;so don't die untill you understand&lt;br /&gt;more than the names of every cell&lt;br /&gt;Just don't die before you remember well&lt;br /&gt;That the undefined are the most significant &lt;br /&gt;weightless and spaceless&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional and forgivable&lt;br /&gt;The undefined are what make this place liveable&lt;br /&gt;Just remember where you come from&lt;br /&gt;because this will guide you when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Understanding might prove your not wrong&lt;br /&gt;but it will not keep you strong&lt;br /&gt;so remember me, remember laughing, remember tears&lt;br /&gt;Remember ahead could be tomorrow, or ahead could be years&lt;br /&gt;Don't die, she said, just don't die until you've won&lt;br /&gt;Remember where you come from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-4286507591399058221?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-8038389662225383271</id><published>2010-07-31T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T06:33:10.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Man</title><content type='html'>An old lonely sailor once sang to me&lt;br /&gt;said the world won't offer a thing but greed&lt;br /&gt;bloodshed is how we will always succeed &lt;br /&gt;Oh don't cry darling, tears are for war&lt;br /&gt;And if crying were music we'd all be on tour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-8038389662225383271?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-8522603737030122254</id><published>2010-07-23T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T09:41:32.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saddest Part</title><content type='html'>Lose yourself in the false sense of security&lt;br /&gt;Miss your flights, miss your chance&lt;br /&gt;Develop a plan, find gold in an idea&lt;br /&gt;prepare to weigh your flight down&lt;br /&gt;You are falling faster than you feel&lt;br /&gt;You are going to die and it wont be sad&lt;br /&gt;The world will not miss you&lt;br /&gt;the world benefitted from your existence, not at all&lt;br /&gt;but it watched you fall with your pockets full&lt;br /&gt;Landing was never the issue, you've made bail&lt;br /&gt;so you thought, dream away my dear&lt;br /&gt;Time is given for you to mold&lt;br /&gt;I see there is a smooth ride ahead for you&lt;br /&gt;but nothing worth reading about someday&lt;br /&gt;You've lost yourself so soon&lt;br /&gt;Shiny objects and false fortune, desire&lt;br /&gt;Power was never in your hands, not once&lt;br /&gt;Power changes the world, not zeros&lt;br /&gt;Even with all the big words you know&lt;br /&gt;You've learned nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You are going to die alone&lt;br /&gt;The world will forget you were here&lt;br /&gt;They'll bury you with your heavy pockets&lt;br /&gt;cause it's all you'll have left&lt;br /&gt;There will be a few tears &lt;br /&gt;those are only good-byes&lt;br /&gt;you've done nothing unforgettable &lt;br /&gt;you will be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;The saddest part will be the truth&lt;br /&gt;The world never needed you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-8522603737030122254?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/8522603737030122254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=8522603737030122254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/8522603737030122254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/8522603737030122254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/07/saddest-part.html' title='The Saddest Part'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-8899078794713891371</id><published>2010-07-19T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T07:38:06.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ballon</title><content type='html'>Drawing out my maps with certainty&lt;br /&gt;Spread across the floor, I am already packed&lt;br /&gt;I've crashed into that wall one last time&lt;br /&gt;Without question I just know my home&lt;br /&gt;has always been an extended  visit&lt;br /&gt;I was the birthday ballon at every party&lt;br /&gt;wishing the wind would un-tie my sting, let me go&lt;br /&gt;It is about the reality of understanding&lt;br /&gt;that understanding creates limits&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got this pen in my hand&lt;br /&gt;and these lines are all over and none have come to an end&lt;br /&gt;because limits are for birthday parties&lt;br /&gt;temporary excitement that will be forgotten after the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;and I can tell by the look in your eye&lt;br /&gt;that it is time for me to find that windy day&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes and wait for a release&lt;br /&gt;roll up my scribbled maps and point&lt;br /&gt;march to the future, solute farewell &lt;br /&gt;because it is just my element&lt;br /&gt;to not understand why or how&lt;br /&gt;but if I shake it's hand myself, I'll find out&lt;br /&gt;and when i meet limits, I'll send a postcard home&lt;br /&gt;"Just in case you were wondering, I've landed, Happy Birthday"&lt;br /&gt;For now my lines have promise&lt;br /&gt;and my pen gave me the sailors mark to set sail&lt;br /&gt;it's the perfect windy day&lt;br /&gt;so Happy Birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-8899078794713891371?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/8899078794713891371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=8899078794713891371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/8899078794713891371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/8899078794713891371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-ballon.html' title='Happy Birthday Ballon'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-3995401852646906785</id><published>2010-07-17T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T07:39:57.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TNE</title><content type='html'>There's no emotions&lt;br /&gt;just solid words with&lt;br /&gt;well constructed sentences&lt;br /&gt;Make smiles form. where open arms&lt;br /&gt;are always open&lt;br /&gt;cause it is the only way I know how to&lt;br /&gt;touch, or get close to anything&lt;br /&gt;that makes anyone someone&lt;br /&gt;fore tears become no more than an act&lt;br /&gt;but there is something missing&lt;br /&gt;there is something passing&lt;br /&gt;there's no emotion &lt;br /&gt;no frame to this photograph&lt;br /&gt;just a use of words&lt;br /&gt;study of being, growing and knowing&lt;br /&gt;there's something missing&lt;br /&gt;something passing&lt;br /&gt;there's no emotion &lt;br /&gt;only space &lt;br /&gt;only time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-3995401852646906785?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/3995401852646906785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=3995401852646906785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/3995401852646906785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/3995401852646906785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/07/tne.html' title='TNE'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-8231077806571949143</id><published>2010-07-16T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:41:18.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leveling</title><content type='html'>Through the quagmire populated with dreams&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you scream for the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;or any reason to believe you exist&lt;br /&gt;but you hide like a child and yes&lt;br /&gt;this was written for you&lt;br /&gt;yes, I see right through your flighty flutes&lt;br /&gt;yes, you are the reason my lungs fill and release &lt;br /&gt;like some sort of super hero during the cold war&lt;br /&gt;just know, if you were not to exist&lt;br /&gt;my life would be purposeless&lt;br /&gt;This probably doesn't make any sense at all&lt;br /&gt;but life is a mystery you can not solve&lt;br /&gt;so when you reach your peak of doubt&lt;br /&gt;just find a place and level out&lt;br /&gt;come find my place, and level out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-8231077806571949143?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/8231077806571949143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=8231077806571949143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/8231077806571949143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/8231077806571949143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/07/leveling.html' title='Leveling'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-1137830074994999502</id><published>2010-07-16T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:38:39.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Process the science of it.</title><content type='html'>Glass glistening in the corner of a cluttered room&lt;br /&gt;find the source make it believe&lt;br /&gt;the shadows only search for a purpose to&lt;br /&gt;hate the sunlight and the beauty of knowing&lt;br /&gt;we've no idea where we are going, so you&lt;br /&gt;hear the perfect summer is somewhere &lt;br /&gt;I'll take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a pool with youthful fish and &lt;br /&gt;oh what a time to be alive, ever lasting&lt;br /&gt;amazing to know years from now all of this&lt;br /&gt;will be gone, so long, so long&lt;br /&gt;above the peak where hawks fly&lt;br /&gt;they know you and I only hide&lt;br /&gt;to continue grasping the ability to cry and lie&lt;br /&gt;our bright lights only search for a purpose to&lt;br /&gt;hate the stars and the beauty of knowing&lt;br /&gt;we've no idea where we are going, so you&lt;br /&gt;find the source and make it believe the truth&lt;br /&gt;the perfect night is somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-1137830074994999502?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/1137830074994999502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=1137830074994999502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/1137830074994999502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/1137830074994999502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/07/process-science-of-it.html' title='Process the science of it.'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-7523799280190257613</id><published>2010-05-27T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T02:40:41.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sink In</title><content type='html'>It sets over the sea&lt;div&gt;waves crash on the brave sailors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a plea for victory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the force of nature carries off to the north&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leading the fair-wells with a lit torch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living made it possible to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that living only permits us to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find a comfortable cove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listen to the wind and try to sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the night take us where we belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cut off all the ropes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cut off everything you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it's only a matter until then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we let it all sink in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventually we'll all need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a plea for victory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventually we all need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a reason to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventually we all cry out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a reason to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventually...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll be face to face with the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;light our torches and lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a plea for victory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause a sailor's job is to keep pace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing the only life guard is faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the force of nature carries off to the north&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leading the fair-wells with a lit torch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living made it possible to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that living only permits us to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find a comfortable cove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listen to the wind and try to sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the night take us where we belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-7523799280190257613?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-223636219306374610</id><published>2010-05-10T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:41:54.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guessing</title><content type='html'>Find a place and sit&lt;div&gt;take a look, feel the season changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you believe in reason I believe in guessing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and guessing is only easier to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the secrets of the unspoken plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tear apart the cracks beneath you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learn to breathe like the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pick a star and practice it's glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon you'll find that's all you need to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're not so different, we're not built to freeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Light weight and left to the breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's all waiting for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who ever we believe, we've got the invite to mingle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've got the invite to breathe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the timing is just right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've got nothing to lose when testing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only learning to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only guessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-223636219306374610?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/223636219306374610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=223636219306374610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/223636219306374610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/223636219306374610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/05/guessing.html' title='Guessing'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-3375083441413738405</id><published>2010-04-22T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:57:30.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;promises are promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made for stones and history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a minute i'm going to prove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love only you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget the clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time is never right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until the time is right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess what this smile means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time came clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, you said not in this lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well we're still alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you're wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved only you all along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so watch the credits roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make your way to the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw you pause and wait for an encore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a million minutes of waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vanishes for one moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hold on to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make a wish and squeeze it tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the time is right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-3375083441413738405?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/3375083441413738405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=3375083441413738405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/3375083441413738405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/3375083441413738405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/04/minutes.html' title='Minutes'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-7521073459479586793</id><published>2010-04-13T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:08:38.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gi gi lomas</title><content type='html'>Smoothly sailing&lt;div&gt;through time without question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it shows, right through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they thought of everything but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we try to piece together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all we know and it shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if we cant change the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where else are we to go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause forward wont get us far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a step at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's about that time to rewind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to rewind to find that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life can only be what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we are simply built to exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no price to pay for truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no deal to be made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything you know now will fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but time will live on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and words never forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smooth sailing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smooth sailing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through everything you knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you exist cause they thought of everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-7521073459479586793?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/7521073459479586793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=7521073459479586793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/7521073459479586793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/7521073459479586793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/04/gi-gi-lomas.html' title='gi gi lomas'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-2524853678620497569</id><published>2010-04-07T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:30:18.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nestled</title><content type='html'>and it sits&lt;div&gt;burrowing in my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filling my pores with truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I admit I've forgotten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to catch the dust in the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let it free, just let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've forgotten how stretched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A line could be, and pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it never ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where dreams begin, over and over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i sink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into thoughts of bother, twisting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my words into figures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've yet to admire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;swallowing the mire distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like it were milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if it think hard enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-2524853678620497569?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/2524853678620497569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=2524853678620497569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2524853678620497569'/><link rel='self' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;definitions I know, but don't feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch as my intentions fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How hollow I've become over the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full of sentimental frames&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i'd gladly throw away someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and never look back, not once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but truth is that I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someday, far from here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I'm not insane by then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd dream of floating by once again, weightless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thoughtless, shameless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How young, how dumb, how...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;colorful the chances became&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who am I? are you? are we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are they? so bright, so lost and still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how thoughtful of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to remember me, this cell, a familiar face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no more than a quark, it is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing my name, not who I am, nor me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing you just the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are the shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shadows of ourselves covered in ink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in dark corners of bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretending we've got control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money in one hand, a drink in the other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do we know? not me, not you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when we die, we become ancestors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the life and universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of which will remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-4580606951615998756</id><published>2010-03-22T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:18:41.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patched unrelated</title><content type='html'>It's pouring&lt;div&gt;and I stand here covered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my own filthy blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;violently thinking of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where I should be, here, now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hovering over a piece of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;misunderstood faults&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;painted on a statue I admired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one time long, long ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this car is over heating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smoke from the hood emerses and id pull over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but from here I'd have no place to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just have to head home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause turning around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will lead to a night of speechless vessels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full of awkward silences and beating hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather lay alone in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than debate holding you tight tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause something's just not right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; this cup is half full an we've poked a hole &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realize the only patch is sound and we know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're both speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-7263673088020461277</id><published>2010-03-17T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:07:27.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Act On</title><content type='html'>a light&lt;div&gt;in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through the mirror &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a laser it makes you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;glow brighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grow taller and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it casts a huge shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on everything around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a significant town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where only you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only you is only you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if glowing could stage the set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where you become your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lead role&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one would know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it's a one man show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;act on, act on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rehearse every line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over and over again, know your shape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every angle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and make sure when you take a step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone sees what you've staged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the greatest show ever made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if no one pays to see it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't believe it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause that light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it shines and it shines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lighting the dark side below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to hand out free tickets to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one man show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it comes by the way that you walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rehearsing the lines as you talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vanishing when you've had enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of building the stage up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a significant town &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where only you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only you is only you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if glowing could stage the set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where you become your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lead role&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one would know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it's a one man show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;act on, act on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-7263673088020461277?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/7263673088020461277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=7263673088020461277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/7263673088020461277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/7263673088020461277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/03/act-on.html' title='Act On'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-3322035418782203177</id><published>2010-03-16T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:29:31.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Forever</title><content type='html'>Smooth the wrinkles in the sheets&lt;div&gt;pretend we never slept at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the morning will bring the sun and the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will set again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;twisting our tongues into shapes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we never thought we could make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is ready to freeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again, time has come around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hear our words as sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch the stars align and sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we sing, for everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for all we believe and sing cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes it's all we have left to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to knot our fingers together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit that you move me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in every way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, I can sing just as loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if your silence became a routine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd sing and I'd sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-4911664539032189641</id><published>2010-03-15T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:04:12.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swaying</title><content type='html'>Fist raising &lt;div&gt;the sun is setting, I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shivering, waiting for the alarm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to sound, to take me home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to take me just to take me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching the daisies sway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;embarrassed by their loyalty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how easily they just let's it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To ask for any more signs than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must bruise my knees and kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the feet of heavier thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and where must one go from here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where must one, two, three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is when and when will I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop turning my back towards the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sway, watch, just let it be, just let it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;push me against this wall I have built&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that uncover an unwritten destiny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where one must two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where I did not smile, though I wanted to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where I stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where I sway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where I shiver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-4911664539032189641?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-2735538458141012133</id><published>2010-03-14T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:30:01.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can't, but we can.</title><content type='html'>Still, floating, flying, drying&lt;div&gt;sappy songs play on the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave it be tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight is going to get by one verse at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find a comfortable state of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay, relax, lay back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coast into a genuine time, a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and don't let go of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find that life can be animated, or manipulated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...so it was the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that reminded me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is only time and we are here to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;accidentally part of it's chemistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are only part of it's chemistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so open your mouth and speak like the stranger you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a language is a language is a language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words are unspoken without the walls to repeat it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;defeat it, we exist, we exist, we are this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, sink into oblivion and find out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our heads are larger than our mouths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't eat what we think we can, we can't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we can, yeah we can, we think we can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, floating, flying, drying&lt;div&gt;sappy songs play on the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave it be tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight is going to get by one verse at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find a comfortable state of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay, relax, lay back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coast into a genuine time, a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and don't let go of it, don't let go of it, don't let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-2735538458141012133?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/2735538458141012133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=2735538458141012133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2735538458141012133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2735538458141012133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-cant-but-we-can.html' title='We can&apos;t, but we can.'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-2444309016242595772</id><published>2010-02-24T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:08:27.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure, Sure?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure of, too many things&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure why or how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a place found beneath the rubble &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure, I'm sure I lay there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping to shine bright, to shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to shine for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure, I shine just for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd shine for me too, I'm not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure of too many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I set this place on fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With words that cause sparks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure it is only cause I Lo-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I L-Oh, I L-Oh-V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's cause I just can't find you alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure, you're there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above the rubble, I found you once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were waving hello Im sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were smiling too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sure I, I Lo, L-Oh, L-Oh-V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, I'm sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ills you to hear me scratching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside your door but I just want in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure, of too many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure why or how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm sure I only see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only see you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure of, how bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How shiny I need to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you to see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a place found beneath the rubble &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure, I'm sure I lay there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping to shine bright, to shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to shine for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure, I shine just for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd shine for me too, I'm not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure of too many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-2444309016242595772?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/2444309016242595772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=2444309016242595772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2444309016242595772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2444309016242595772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/02/sure-sure.html' title='Sure, Sure?'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6792998974459437588</id><published>2010-02-21T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:42:07.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Town of Crowns</title><content type='html'>A man, followed him here&lt;div&gt;Roads cracked and crumbled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is looking for trouble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now he looks but can't find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halos all expired, it's been a long, long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who, just who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think you are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waving your crown up high like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you see it now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have crowns, we all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have crowns of our own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't even remember your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you're just the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you were, when you were, where you were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you were no body to anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except yourself, except your health, except&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time, if you put down your crown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won't make a sound, if you don't make a sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you won't find no trouble here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't find trouble when there is no fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't find a thing but yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-2872140067626752150</id><published>2010-02-18T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:14:17.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t'/><title type='text'>Think About It</title><content type='html'>Because&lt;div&gt;I said, one day long ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there would be glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;polished gates, there would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything, anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the depth of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you just have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you just have to get there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'll pray if that's what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll dance if it'll get you to move a little, find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where you belong, find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where you belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it wont be long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until the sun dries us all up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it wont be long until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we drown ourselves willingly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suffocation, rejection, happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's what we live for, live, live, we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are life we, are life and we live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for words we developed to learn that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can not possibly learn it all but we can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;understand, we simply understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if that's what it takes, think of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;death as an idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mark your place, mark your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simply remain as you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's what we're here for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-2872140067626752150?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/2872140067626752150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=2872140067626752150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2872140067626752150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2872140067626752150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/02/think-about-it.html' title='Think About It'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-8854465050650646527</id><published>2010-02-16T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:32:34.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crooked Lines</title><content type='html'>I pull up under the street lights&lt;div&gt;wait a few seconds then proceed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slam my foot to the pedal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what am I doing here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The radio plays only silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moon, half glow, it knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got no reason, I've got no reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was then I wished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I were someone else, somewhere far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far where no light exists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Draw a map with crooked lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'll read, you'll get there someday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if not today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe tomorrow, across the city line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through the foggy haze, past the trashy shrines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cement history where it belongs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep moving on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till the silence becomes a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a real song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-8854465050650646527?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6703767906195348916</id><published>2010-02-11T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:27:33.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is just...time.</title><content type='html'>Fact is an irrational statement&lt;div&gt;Fact is for sure a lucky guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the song played quietly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adding noise to our silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so bright it could blind us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but even though the words are sappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they make me happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this happy, sad, sad song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is where I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where I belong my thoughts rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and time is just time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fact is just a lucky guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guessed somewhere, somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you would love me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is now, do you love me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you love me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love me cause I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd love me eventually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually, is just time and time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is just time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is just time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is just time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6703767906195348916?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6703767906195348916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=6703767906195348916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6703767906195348916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6703767906195348916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-is-justtime.html' title='Time is just...time.'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-3684546024660973358</id><published>2010-02-06T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:52:15.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"  style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px;  font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-size:140%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absolutely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can Dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart Beats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takes You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spin In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Triangles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angles All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll Regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life Is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of Dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Tell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause Eventually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going To&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-3684546024660973358?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-1406216527578625393</id><published>2010-01-27T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:35:27.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me You</title><content type='html'>Close your eyes slowly&lt;div&gt;and tell me what is in front of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a road, a stone, a wall..maybe....nothing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me what drives you, inspires you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what grabs you by the mind and drags you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to places you tried so hard, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to forget, now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is real? what is touchable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or what is imaginable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when mountains cover this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so deep beneath the side walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which you stumble upon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to find a cross walk that guides you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with man made paint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;safely to the other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cross walk is a guide, only a guide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a 2 lined white lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you could do it alone all along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you just never knew it cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here you were planted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you grew, grew more, then blossomed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fed on a schedule, how were you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you didn't know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How were you know what laid below?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally an eraser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking away the confusion, making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it disappear, for now you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you walk alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you walk alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's beautiful to see your steps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find their way, even through mistake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is most important in life is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see life as a gift, not a choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you have a voice, raise your voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you are given choice, what's your choice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and question is only a chemistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just be, just be, just be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you are naturally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no power is higher than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unless you allow it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if you're not happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont allow it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What drives you, inspires you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what grabs you by the mind and drags you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to places you tried so hard, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to forget, now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is real? what is touchable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or what is imaginable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When dreams are all you have to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your name, your real name,  tell me you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-1406216527578625393?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/1406216527578625393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=1406216527578625393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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damned&lt;br /&gt;you thought it was God you said&lt;br /&gt;You thought, well you think too much&lt;br /&gt;Use God as crutch&lt;br /&gt;You name all the stars after&lt;br /&gt;people you thought you knew&lt;br /&gt;Well..that's nothing new&lt;br /&gt;No, that's nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You have so many cans in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;unopened but you are starving&lt;br /&gt;It's all God's fault, all God's fault&lt;br /&gt;that it is nothing you asked for at all&lt;br /&gt;We'll we are the God damned&lt;br /&gt;and you are the boat full of too much thinking&lt;br /&gt;and I'd be damned if I save you from sinking&lt;br /&gt;you'll just bring me down too&lt;br /&gt;Your conscience watched the world turn it's back on you&lt;br /&gt;But it is all God's fault, yea it's all God's fault&lt;br /&gt;that you can't move your bones alone&lt;br /&gt;You thought, well you think too much&lt;br /&gt;and it's my fault cause I don't care enough&lt;br /&gt;Well we are all the God damned&lt;br /&gt;and God dammit! God dammit! God damned it...&lt;br /&gt;You thought it was God, you thought&lt;br /&gt;well you think too much, just not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-5230331783621639869?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/5230331783621639869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=5230331783621639869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;continues to builds the dam&lt;br /&gt;the water is willing to stick around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-3422093243163856691?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/3422093243163856691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=3422093243163856691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/3422093243163856691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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softly, you are swaying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Im catching your tears as they leak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if there are words to say,  bury them here to keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching the guitar player pluck at his strings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is picking the notes making ripples in the stream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe now is all that is meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a single celled organism growing beautifully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a leaf catching every drop as it falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you hear every word, every hint as i call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your name here you rest your head against mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world may be falling apart but this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we'll make it through cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i write this story &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i know how it began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'll continue writing this story till i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how it ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if it seems the notes the guitar player plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are out of tune, in June, it's quite soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll always come back for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-2916477008147075555?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/2916477008147075555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=2916477008147075555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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start...</title><content type='html'>You are a whispering cell&lt;div&gt;in the belly of a tiny girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;following threads of shiny silk braids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that grew from the ground and winded up tightly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through the slow rusting bars on her cage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for certain she knows if she sings in tune &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a song of a victorious time she once knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the shape of her body will fall into place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;covered in daffodils and malleable clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll mold her into the veins to your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;place her name where it cant tear apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;follow it down, to a whispering cell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the belly of a new tiny girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;covered in strings, tied up in thread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;connected to wood dancing over her head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;held with the thoughts we can not explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till her tiny bones are your only remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is the dream, dreams are the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if the sky isn't blue to you then it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our bodies are puppets, the earth is our stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we are part of the best show ever made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-5377330046061357638?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6109815139014954074</id><published>2010-01-04T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:40:25.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollow Bones</title><content type='html'>We found our way down an avenue&lt;div&gt;full of broken bricks and shattered glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and through your slurring words i made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a pact we meant not to take seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the slush we kicked around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smeared it all together,  i fell into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your arms forever to kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that swaying promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the walls seem to crack and stumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onto the concrete ground we call captivity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our center of gravity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buried deep below this ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i find the roots of where belonging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is the longest journey and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here you breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next to me, faithfully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so beautiful it must be a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an illusion from some other time i have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no right to believe in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the winds picked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we swayed in synchronization watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the birds spread their wings and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take advantage of the harsh winds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then fly away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6109815139014954074?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6109815139014954074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=6109815139014954074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6109815139014954074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6109815139014954074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2010/01/hollow-bones.html' title='Hollow Bones'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6308266085811318687</id><published>2009-12-28T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:34:11.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Country Song, Sing-a-Long</title><content type='html'>Blink, blink, blink&lt;div&gt;inside of you i see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world and what it should be, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singing a long with your favorite songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la, la, la, la, la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if i shall die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i pray for the radio to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the same songs, ill sing a long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la, la,la,la,la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as im fading into my last thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want to think of you i just want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bury my dreams into you,  and if you think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im crazy or out of the norm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know me enough to know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make you smile and I make you blush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if the world don't know nothing about us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do they know about love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do they know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about your favorite songs? it must be absurd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know every word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if i die i hope i prove them wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope the radio plays every song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'll sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la,la,la,la,la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6308266085811318687?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6308266085811318687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=6308266085811318687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6308266085811318687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6308266085811318687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-country-song-sing-long.html' title='My Country Song, Sing-a-Long'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-5046014708196651938</id><published>2009-12-20T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:16:43.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Aperture</title><content type='html'>Here, where it was open for long exposure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a build of such thick sheets of fog over the hills have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;such desire to be captured in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here swings the golden swoon, you shook me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filled me with soft pedals and spotted stems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;several days I was drifting in what I believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was a heaven, your voice bellowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until it shook the graves down below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the morning the sun spread out to greet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us, you widened your desire to capture it's reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the leaves rattled and battled to be first to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I questioned the reality of it all, could it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind hollowed my bones and drifted me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toward a moving front full of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weathered seeds from back home to drop and grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;genuine speckles of color, it's the most beautiful sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive ever seen, could it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this place i stand smiling holds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a stretch of  autumn, but before too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the snow will come with it's own song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these beautiful leaves will be gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still the river, it races to a mapless destination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flowing on a gut feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wishing the fog will be settling up ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nestle my intentions back into a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mold my bark to read, you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotten the best out of my palms and i said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have grown more branches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if the feeling was not quite right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the perfect light, i would have opened myself wide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gone further down the fiery road if you told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, nothing would be if nothing could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the arch of the horizon, i know your logic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fell deep into a trance and i dance on top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stomping my toes into the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its your first intention and its loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;falling freely into a well of giants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hungry for failure and silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with your permission, I'll swallow each seed, then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you could fill me again with soft pedals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and spotted stems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it's my intentions that stroke the skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;admiring your eyes that capture such light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I'm wrong then the rivers will slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their pace, and I'll go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the winer, let the snow cover my leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and believe i was in heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the thick fog clouded my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the rattle of your bellowing, for once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was alive, excuse the giants pounding their chest for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if thats your cure, let it be and I'll sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the flattened plains that spring will come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll open your desire and capture the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and please in the rain, find yourself looking over the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just hope youre thinking of me when I' m thinking of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll know then, when I turn spotted and pruned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll be back soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-5046014708196651938?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-504234119135031344</id><published>2009-12-15T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:41:07.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holes</title><content type='html'>My hands are red, full of blood&lt;div&gt;Pacing in circles, shouting and singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the place i found myself escaping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carving my name into a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the place that imprisoned me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are ghosts of those songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we heard long, long ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know, it may be sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it wasnt all so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weeds they grow fast, cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every square mile of your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it fills the many holes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the sun showed itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long enough for the rain to wait there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly become vapors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the song played on repeat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singing, la la lalala what it is to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is to find yourself constantly digging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the bones of where it all began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la la lalala what it is to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is to dig searching for a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and la la lalala what it is to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is to admire every beautiful view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if we set fire to this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These holes I dug were searching for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-2272565302134236493</id><published>2009-12-14T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:43:30.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpromising Seeds</title><content type='html'>Find a little hole in the ground&lt;div&gt;scatter around, unpromising seeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping maybe, one of some will agree with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and spread a little life my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now is not the time and it's not the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to sit and fill my mouth with such awful taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;run my fingers down the lines of sanded wood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing i should and i could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trace the lines that lead to the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the furthest root, covered in dirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait for the rain to clear then drain my shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wave my hands in the sky once and fold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've never done what i'm told and i'm told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to let nature do as it will, let it be, trace your words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sing each song a little lower than the birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they understand how the world works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've learned, even if your water is loyal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeds, they dont grow in forced soil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they don't grow if you ask them to grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they won't grow, no, no no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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Seeds'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-4085644704214869709</id><published>2009-12-13T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:46:48.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray and Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Some where the gray in the sky&lt;div&gt;stumbled upon the door step of the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questioning why when it appears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone hides inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the pedals wash off of every flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they spiral around the evening fog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dancing while they can, before they land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's about time the weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perks up a little fun without the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as we watch the cars on the roads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flash their brights like Christmas lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;communicating with the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reminding them that we are made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the same stuff they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here it's not so different, we burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;glow for a while, then fade off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is just a word to explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what we know nothing of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we can laugh and we can dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the pedals in the fog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With no control of the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we just land where we stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the shaking of the trees become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;music, hitting perfect notes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in sync with the ocean sinking local boats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still it's okay, the gravity promises another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we continue on, dear gray, we continue on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it's good when you come around here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause down below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you shake, shake, shake it up and then you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we could all use a little shaken, yea it's all we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need to remind us that the sun will shine again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now we can dance, dance, dance until then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Tomorrow'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-1531199905279159212</id><published>2009-12-10T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:16:15.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room, The Garden</title><content type='html'>An empty space full of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;useless objects, it hits fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flew in through the window and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;felt fright breathing down my back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pressing on my chest and the crops in the garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reach further and further into the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where life is sound, warm and moist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full of the kind of life I admired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unaware, just there, existing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no morals or words to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just waiting to be useful someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living in one place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dig my feet into the sheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrap myself up tight and believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can fight this disease I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cover myself in soil and just reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;closer to where dreams are free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where fright can't find me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where only living matters, i will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretend this bed is my garden, tonight I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be the place so warm and moist and pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray i'll be useful someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;above me there's a story written&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with white words on white paper, it reads aloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Be patient child, you'll figure it out"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a seed, waiting, in the palm of my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be carried away by the wind and buried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deep beneath the lies this life leads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and before the wind let's me go where ever it is I end up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before the sun peaks, before I land, I will pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray I'll be useful someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-1531199905279159212?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/1531199905279159212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-5305072600857763553</id><published>2009-12-10T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:31:09.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Flight</title><content type='html'>Look hard at the reflection on the door knob&lt;div&gt;my face is like a million paintings I've seen before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the silent gesture that fills your mind with hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the deepest and darkest weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you lay watching the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut two pieces of the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gives half to you and half to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise ill remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the sun lets go of what was spinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt that way as i was leaving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without gravity there is no ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as the world keeps turning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll still be burning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is where I learned &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could be weightless after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because when I let the clouds loosen up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one was there to break my fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the past and tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiling as the door knob shakes my hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It smiles back,  I understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is only frightening when you don't know how to land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-5305072600857763553?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/5305072600857763553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=5305072600857763553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/5305072600857763553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/5305072600857763553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-flight.html' title='In Flight'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-1470909135087423585</id><published>2009-11-30T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:50:16.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there is a God, I swear.</title><content type='html'>Make my way down the avenue of solid opinions&lt;div&gt;I've got so much more to look forward to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the visitors took photographs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nailed them to their walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a hard time believing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was such a place so involved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in searching for everything and anything but gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here is where you told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing is worth living unless, it's worth anything at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thats when I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stare at the moon waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for that moment to fight for the dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause the blood in my veins, it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is just your type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's your type and I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their might not be a God up there somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'll face myself soon enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I know if there is I swear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are going to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are going to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause I prayed for you to come home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you are going to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if hope is the last thing, I own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are going to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I know most of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause you said, nothing is worth living unless, it's worth anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know I'm worth it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll know it when you find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photographs on the walls of strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of me, in the rain, spelling your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a simple tool of a smile, a reason to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you'll be back when the rain clears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their might not be a God up there somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'll face myself soon enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I know if there is I swear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are going to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are going to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause I prayed for you to come home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you are going to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if hope is the last thing, I own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-1470909135087423585?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/1470909135087423585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=1470909135087423585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/1470909135087423585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/1470909135087423585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-to-love-me.html' title='If there is a God, I swear.'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-7530797519014221358</id><published>2009-11-23T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:54:04.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flightless and Webbed</title><content type='html'>Clear, solid, fragile&lt;div&gt;Subtle movements engage me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm strung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the spiders they watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as I wiggle, I try, I try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breathe in the silence, say my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far from the city I still feel the rust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my veins I can taste it, hear it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breathing on my skin, spinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;torture, soft, pleasing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unwrapping the romance of a failure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me in advance lay low and sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'watch the spiders, watch the spiders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spin a web and catch yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause I'm falling, flightless, weightless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching the universe curl, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crawl up to you, pucker my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today I exist because you exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today I live for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-7530797519014221358?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/7530797519014221358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=7530797519014221358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/7530797519014221358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/7530797519014221358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/11/spell.html' title='Flightless and Webbed'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-176235532709895683</id><published>2009-11-09T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:53:03.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a stone</title><content type='html'>It's the world, not you&lt;div&gt;the nature, the build&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;structures, no explanation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just fact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a stone in the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will sink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a stone that floats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not a stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am sinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, we tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that only proves that we are human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-176235532709895683?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/176235532709895683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=176235532709895683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/176235532709895683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/176235532709895683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-stone.html' title='I am a stone'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-5387259443621634193</id><published>2009-11-05T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:40:09.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Froze</title><content type='html'>Found my way into a dream&lt;div&gt;I found you finding me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an ocean without a wave, we stayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;floating above the hungry creatures below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with your hand in mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there existed no days, no time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the world stood still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I captured your smile with a smile of my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was getting so used to being alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you found your way into a dream too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found me, finding you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just in time to watch the silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrapped in the busiest concrete cell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved you well, I loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;far beyond the city limits, beyond all the songs I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were written for that moment and we froze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no ground below, or photographs to show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;such a spectacular view, beautiful, like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the same time, I cried, and we won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We became the setting sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we became the end of yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is today, the still ocean begins to wave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fail recognize your face and your words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sting my ears, speaking how I've made you ill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the world stopped standing still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-5387259443621634193?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/5387259443621634193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=5387259443621634193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/5387259443621634193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/5387259443621634193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-froze.html' title='We Froze'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-4646704762414902519</id><published>2009-11-02T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:59:02.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Blue.</title><content type='html'>Withering little flower&lt;div&gt;Dance for the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over the mountain tops of white wont you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reach for the light and i will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at some time, before the sun hides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make you mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I know the deep blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say it is fact that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess it is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Withering little flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paint the ground this autumn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and come spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you reach for the light I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at some time before the sun hides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make you mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I swear our stars wont fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dreams will project and I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so help me god, believe in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each taste will be promising &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deep blue, my deep blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-4646704762414902519?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/4646704762414902519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=4646704762414902519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/4646704762414902519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/4646704762414902519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/11/deep-blue.html' title='Deep Blue.'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-8289930405770243572</id><published>2009-10-26T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:28:02.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How and Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How do I find ways?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant find ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ways that I can find how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because ways are suggestions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is louder, factual, certain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know How&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and How tells me ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to find out how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-8289930405770243572?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/8289930405770243572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=8289930405770243572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/8289930405770243572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/8289930405770243572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-and-ways.html' title='How and Ways'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-2796299548301192183</id><published>2009-10-26T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:42:17.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until We Are Weightless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've decide that we are unconditionally undecided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no sun bright enough until there is no sun at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not dark enough because the stars keep you dreaming in color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the city lights from your bedroom window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make us forget the night exists &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and your sheets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with you wrapped up in them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make me forget that we both know where we've been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We plan to leave the concrete in construction sites and dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that there's a piece of me that builds a ship with a list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of how to become weightless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the light from your window shows you're just right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the perfect picture of a perfect life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now I find hidden in my slightly pleased grin, it hard to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd ever want to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've decide that we are unconditionally undecided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here the dark, the light, the blue skies and the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will compare and contrast as long as we exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your heart will stop just to beat again, and your touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will save me over, and over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until we become weightless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-2796299548301192183?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/2796299548301192183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=2796299548301192183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Final scenes on the screen&lt;div&gt;whispering, here we go again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me a verse well rehersed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full of time sensitive words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you turned away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gave me silence as a gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a reason to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how I slammed the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you walked right out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the words out my mouth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spoke nothing worth a damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clouds cried themselves to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blaming me and I shut it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the sake of shutting it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shut you out, promised not to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never forgot the time you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're afraid to die and here I lay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the cold wood floor mumbling more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wishing it was...possible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That i'd take your silence as a gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, I let the clouds believe they needed to cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gave me a reason to stay inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for as long as you're gone the sun wont evaporate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the flood I let drown this damn place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost the race, I am your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so fucking sorry this passion is too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you wont come back you wont...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stand to watch me die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'll toss these sorry keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay locked inside knowing I will sometime realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so much better for you outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was always so much better for you outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6725311471688860868?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6725311471688860868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=6725311471688860868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6725311471688860868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6725311471688860868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/10/very-bottom.html' title='The very bottom'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-9150602903586689226</id><published>2009-10-19T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:24:33.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Needs A Break</title><content type='html'>The sun made it's way to the end of the world&lt;div&gt;It held a torch, it said, I'm glowing, I'm going, I'm gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to just smile and say everything is okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the dark isn't anything worth looking forward to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't sleep forever, you can't dream forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the suns worked hard enough and ya know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything needs a break sometime, sometime we all need to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I grabbed your arm and I kissed your mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked down each avenue blabbing about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things we could of done to save this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we drift through these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pressing buttons and wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for moments that will find us all leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to follow the sun, before we drown everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our conversations have a heart beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't breathe with these words in my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you asked me to speak out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could try, you could try, we could laugh, we could cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until there is no one, until there is nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for this noise to echo off of because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, the sun will be gone, on its way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I try to just smile and say everything is okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-9150602903586689226?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/9150602903586689226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=9150602903586689226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/9150602903586689226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/9150602903586689226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/10/sun-needs-break.html' title='The Sun Needs A Break'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-2368867344673385206</id><published>2009-10-04T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:20:21.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A gate and a road.</title><content type='html'>There's a gate&lt;div&gt;found floating in the middle of your room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a place out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much more suitable for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here your sheets feel soft, just fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm left to wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what big dreams you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will they fill your shoes with dirt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or numbers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have rose from a ghost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filling the ceiling with uncertainty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you feel it too please let me know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how long that gate will proceed to show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how long will my invitation linger as questioned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it is questioned let it go, if it is a question let me know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your room, there is no room for ghosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so drink a cup of answers and sooth your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to be seen, be seen divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a simple remedy for an uncertain way to grow old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm your little rest stop on the longest, loneliest road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you are the changing colors is my fallen autumn leaves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but honestly, honey, you're murdering me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-2368867344673385206?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/2368867344673385206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=2368867344673385206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Life&lt;div&gt;created simply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;questionable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what existence can define&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is what's yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is also mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what is valued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is useless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when death is ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A seed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A  circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fed over and over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to create&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;green, red, dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will all die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and memory is a flaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the design of mankind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is the design of mankind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we wonder and discover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reasons for reasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause and effect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it will all end with death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and begin with the very first breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till there remains, nothing left &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6244175308002883684?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6244175308002883684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=6244175308002883684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6244175308002883684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6244175308002883684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-machines.html' title='Simple Machines'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-4536708012541449847</id><published>2009-09-28T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:29:22.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent Mechanic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Calling to American Culture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go on and build those dreams with every breath you have left and take each step as if the crust would suck you down in. Listen to the songs of the angels we made up as children who taught us to rhyme with riddles and laugh with the well-needed jokes left in the smoky skies that were waving good-bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go on and build all of those mini-malls full of useless novelty when really we die with the regrets of never having a life at all. No monument for your success, no shiny new watch can tell you when it is your time to go. but they will dance to the electronic music machine like the dead will rise again, meanwhile plant those seeds that gave you the vitamins you desired. Aren’t you tired?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go on and wave those guns in the sky through the polluted pride guided by a simple marching band that cleverly misguides our hearts to and through war. Go on and wave those flags of filthy polyester and claim the name that claims to be so divine, so divine, so full of freedom and swine. What a farm we live upon, a concrete farm and we are missing the best part of it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go on and become the cover of every magazine in the isle of every commercial building full of the cheapest self fulfillment. Swipe that plastic fortune and be proud of yourself for that embossed name you got there. oh, you must feel so accomplished, so independent, so in control but no, no no no, you’ve sold your soul unintentionally long ago to prove to the world you could grow up and drown yourself in the debt that only exists in our mind like heaven exists to those scared of dieing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go on and fill your mouth with sneaky insults and alcohol to escape the dreams you were too weak to create. God must have thought twice. One was a great idea the second was of the mistake of making himself known long long ago. Who would have thought the light was so easy to take? A miracle cure of an illness that reflects in every reflective object. We are everything we love, we are everything we hate, we are everything life and death creates. Go on and disbelieve me and diagnose me with every psychological disability, but I know what it means to be free, to be truly free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So go on and take it, then leave it. Let the artificial success spit down the throats of your children and their children and mold those brains into tiny machines to trust that politics know best as they put tax on each breath. Go on and call me crazy, they’ve swallowed all of the halos we had left. they promise a better future, they dance in the nicest weather, but how do you put confidence on a structure built in total silence? blindness? a superficial gesture that gathers the pastures into the electrical fence when the storm peaks over the hills, swallow those pills children and begin to write the nursery rhymes your DNA will carry on. Go on, go on, go on…go where you are lead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-4536708012541449847?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/4536708012541449847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=4536708012541449847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/4536708012541449847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/4536708012541449847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/09/silent-mechanic.html' title='The Silent Mechanic'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-3436721498345394492</id><published>2009-09-14T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:33:57.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 14th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SsE5q-Law5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/87PRKoHbMgI/s1600-h/3953666327_0753023c7b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SsE5q-Law5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/87PRKoHbMgI/s400/3953666327_0753023c7b_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386650039720002450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SsE5WhjapFI/AAAAAAAAABw/q5wGgWvZBQY/s1600-h/3953666327_0753023c7b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I missed you today&lt;div&gt;holding your hand, laying my head in your comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the world took me back like some sort of time machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sky is dark, and im cuffed in your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today seemed like a day that never ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will repeat, and repeat again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yesterday made so much sense it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kinda miss you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kinda miss not being alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a place in my head to call home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we were a weapon much stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than any war could use and i miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly, now, when everything strips away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i travel back to a thoughtless place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where love built us a dam in a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for fun we'd knock it down and watch it all drain away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now the moon travels the other direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it no longer races me to your room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly, I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-3436721498345394492?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/3436721498345394492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=3436721498345394492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/3436721498345394492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/3436721498345394492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/09/june-14th.html' title='June 14th.'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how mature I must seem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;real life is my responsibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but instead my heart bends and folds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and do as it is told, but I'm still getting old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;older than I was the day before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just think of you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i don't hear a word for days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm amazed, how stuck I am, how glued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet your welcoming some other land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saying a thousand hello's a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i sit, i sit, i sit and wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to catch your voice just once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where has it gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-1933800566411252361?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/1933800566411252361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=1933800566411252361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/1933800566411252361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/1933800566411252361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/09/calls.html' title='calls'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-4216221535821644615</id><published>2009-09-12T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:36:17.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Life Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SsE6WjM91YI/AAAAAAAAACA/hDDgVGbP7FE/s1600-h/dehydramagination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SsE6WjM91YI/AAAAAAAAACA/hDDgVGbP7FE/s400/dehydramagination.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386650788392981890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. I'll take that as a yes.&lt;div&gt;Remove all your photographs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find my way to some other road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drop off this load and go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is only an uncertain promise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find, time is kind but it'll change your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the world you've known stands alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a unpaved sidewalk and folks will ride past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flash old photographs that'll make you laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make you sad, make you mad, make you think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how delicate each step can be and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's when you'll think of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how i stole that last kiss when I promised you this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is an uncertain promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Life is no ones fault but your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If love is to hard, let love go, let it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and watch life grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-4216221535821644615?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/4216221535821644615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=4216221535821644615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/4216221535821644615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/4216221535821644615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/09/watch-life-grow.html' title='Watch Life Grow'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SsE6WjM91YI/AAAAAAAAACA/hDDgVGbP7FE/s72-c/dehydramagination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-124776348217457370</id><published>2009-09-08T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:43:14.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our dreams are our clones</title><content type='html'>There's a silent hum&lt;div&gt;inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wishing to be the finish line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eager to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's ahead of me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know it'll never be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from above and down below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see which breeze will capture my notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they may not be as perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but good enough to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in one ear and if you have two, good for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you don't have to worry about a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life will do as it pleases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;excuses are reasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dreams never come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i feel in my bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we are not alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and our dreams, our dreams, our dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are our clones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is still this silent hum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calling me lazy but flying high above the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is looking down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughing at the clowns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm mingling with the clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the best movie film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with words that won't rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my own gallery that lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;open in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, take a look you see, take a look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;science only proves what does not exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is proven is funless, dreamless, pointless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because there is a world not to far from dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everyone is called to march upon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;colors not yet named&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they've grown, oh, how they have grown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our dreams, our dreams, our dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are our clones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mountains are full of sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cliff is a delight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sunset, beautiful yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has the largest life i've ever seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he spoke to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he spoke to me whispering &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to spread the word that dreams do exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if fact becomes a reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;live in your dreams and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you can tell them apart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is always a way out of the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trouble will leave you alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and our dreams, our dreams, our dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are our clone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-124776348217457370?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/124776348217457370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=124776348217457370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/124776348217457370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/124776348217457370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-dreams-are-our-clones.html' title='Our dreams are our clones'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6869748804268347526</id><published>2009-08-23T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:40:19.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SsE7TdJySAI/AAAAAAAAACI/GoJsk4XUOU8/s1600-h/3794356568_aa0f88810f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SsE7TdJySAI/AAAAAAAAACI/GoJsk4XUOU8/s400/3794356568_aa0f88810f_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386651834741049346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the roads and traffic lights&lt;div&gt;turn signals wink, i refuse to follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how about those clouds shaped like your smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i could see the sun from your angle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your shadowing is beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here the mountains are flat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fog fades too fast, everything is visible, everything is not surprising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here you learn how to recycle dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forget antique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rubbed the freckles on your knuckles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read them like brail and it told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll be coming home soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and home is nothing like the view you've described&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing is a surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'm making myself into a mountain while you are gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll stand outside your window, beside the trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;steal the fog and wrap it around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll do my best to make you happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make home worth waking up from a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've not seen the things you've seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i've dreamt the same dreams you've dreamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just couldnt lift the anchor from my feet, but i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've fed me the strength to grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and soon you'll be coming back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a mountain, oh i'm a mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;covered in the greenest trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;providing the clearest streams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come home to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6869748804268347526?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6869748804268347526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=6869748804268347526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6869748804268347526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6869748804268347526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-mountain.html' title='Im a mountain'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SsE7TdJySAI/AAAAAAAAACI/GoJsk4XUOU8/s72-c/3794356568_aa0f88810f_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-2434803545088111154</id><published>2009-07-29T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:37:13.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'd like to stand in place but anchors are not promising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the stars on a cloudy night peaking through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brighter than any war this planet could create &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will call you eventually when the signal picks up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a train leaving at half past two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going where dreams get sucked up through vacuums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a woman next to me she says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends are never friends until they've seen the devil in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i guess I will never have friends again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im always changing my mind finding bigger words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in bigger books i don't intend on finishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and right is right and wrong is wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the world must mean something if I keep singing this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where I am completely alone and someone sings along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i ask myself why so many people are alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are all made of the same flesh and bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will tell you my story if you tell me yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep opening doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-2434803545088111154?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/2434803545088111154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=2434803545088111154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2434803545088111154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/2434803545088111154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/07/opening-doors.html' title='Opening doors'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-360306499373086440</id><published>2009-07-27T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:08:51.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a life to belong to.</title><content type='html'>Here comes the picture&lt;div&gt;clear as day it speaks in perfect lighting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i lay in the grass watching the sky transform&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into a few faces i find unfamiliar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i give them all names, it was so nice to meet you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;falling deeper into that note i failed to hit as a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sparrow flies above waving in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a drunken, terrible, horrible dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to come true until the days forget to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a song, what a song to be trapped upon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a wonderful ground to be glued &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a life, what a beautiful life to belong to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the fire will torch every object held dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let go says the message, just let go and be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freer than any degree of education&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is time to fly while your bones are hollow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a shell is for the frightened trapped in shoe box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with holes punched in the top allowing oxygen to sneak in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all of the tiny cells in my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is more out there then a list of do's and don'ts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't do and wont's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a station with tracks on every thought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting for you since the day you were born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life moves along like the clouds change form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you realize you are made of the same elements as a storm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why are you so afraid of the thunder? It is only reminding you that you're here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we belong where we are and no place too far is too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I sing, I sing to you with every note i can reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a song, what a song to be trapped upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a wonderful ground to be glued &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a life, what a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful life to belong to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-360306499373086440?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/360306499373086440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=360306499373086440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/360306499373086440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/360306499373086440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-life-to-belong-to.html' title='What a life to belong to.'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-7019067881125947013</id><published>2009-07-23T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:02:19.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call it a night.</title><content type='html'>There is a place in the dark of the day&lt;div&gt;where I find my words slipping, slipping away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you call to me asking how was today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said I followed a stranger to 5th avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to find out his story but it's nothing quite new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think of your stories and places you've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swallow each word, its not my life but i'll pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i sing out a tune by a band I dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i make up the lyrics just to have my own show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch the leaves in the stream make their way out of sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should fight, I should fight but I'll call it a night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pick up and dial let it ring twice then cave in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head to the fridge for another brew to drink and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will lay on the edge of the bed, call out your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly I am never the one to complain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my head is full of too many empty to do's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all I have room for is a bunch of i miss you's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No huge mountain , or valley, or ancient ruin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can do to me what you do to me and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will give up the world to be by your side each night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to keep you near, then I'll fight, ya I'll fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;close my eyes and it is autumn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the leaves are falling and you're sitting across from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leaning back enjoying the view, and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile back at me, holding my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is not a dream you say, this is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a dream come true and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold your finger in the air and write my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say, it'll show if i ask it to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world meets complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all emotions piece together and i open my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;geometric meets the tracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shake this town, keep shaking this town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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town'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-2500111469878596847</id><published>2009-07-08T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:01:54.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5'o clock news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I stood on the corner of broad and 16th today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched the movement of each soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;captured as many faces as i could and wondered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if any of them watch the 5'o clock news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or find comfort in the sound of public blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many of them are happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many of them have souless shoes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and every traffic lights a liar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every stop sign strapped in weapons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like im standing in war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with no armor on, no uniform to present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no one is watching, no shooting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the traffic makes more cries than the soldiers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiking through 2 white lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a man down on the corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;begging to not be left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little girl passes by and blind to the blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he shed in a cup and i capture myself in a reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the luggage shop window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a uniform on and a gun in my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im ready for battle, im covered in blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im on the 5 'o clock news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waving my hand to see if it's really me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no one stops in shock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no cries of terror, no fights to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im not alone, standing in souless shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a flat dark place surrounded by blocks and blocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of soldiers all making their way to their stations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 o' clock news reports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is for once, no bad news today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the good news is, it says to me, the good news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not alone, we are not alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world is not alone today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the good news is, there is no bad news to report&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i feel so glad to be alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-1542437595581943348</id><published>2009-07-06T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:20:10.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Now.</title><content type='html'>Now I sink into a bed of thoughts and drift away into the lost of final moments i gave my heart to someone far away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I hum the slightest tune of all the notes you watched them bloom and cuddle with the softest room of oxygen and dust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days I long to hold you tight catch your dreams and fight your fights and feed your brain with all thats right and i know i will someday soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now you are some kind of far away and nestled in the quietest place where you belong for the night, you teach me all that's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-1542437595581943348?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/1542437595581943348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=1542437595581943348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/1542437595581943348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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where you might be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i toss and turn until i lift myself up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the night so i drive and i drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because only in moments like these we feel alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only moments like these, I..stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to ask myself your name and spell it three times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can i say it, can i say it, can i...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop thinking about you for just one moment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how i envy those who are not distracted by beating hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i am far from sane, and i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;far from you, today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have this little habit of taking a drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i drive, and i drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until i come back a little less blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with souvenirs and a new set of sheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i will finally spell your name without a tear to smudge the ink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ive hidden the keys for now, left an empty tank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've seen a new world and i have you to thank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight feels like the perfect movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the perfect song to move me along and jitter my bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to beating hearts, beating hearts, beating hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where I know for certain, you keep mine beating strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-7507243298242503452?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/7507243298242503452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6792959561769514565</id><published>2009-06-29T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:40:42.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooming</title><content type='html'>Fine as the water can fill the hole&lt;div&gt;ive felt this before i know, i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that silence is matter and mass is the tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i let slip through my fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are away you are happier there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hold on to something im not sure it is here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but something about something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a town i could find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a little light on, a little light on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but music is guiding and its hard to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when most songs i hear remind me, of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything beautiful and everything kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a wishful amusement a comforting sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that flowers do bloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the light of the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when tonight will come shining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because the hard day is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6792959561769514565?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6792959561769514565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=6792959561769514565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Buried a seed, maybe two. watched it drink. watched it grow. and with little vocabulary. I learned what life was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6285316095759266811?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6285316095759266811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=6285316095759266811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6285316095759266811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/6285316095759266811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/06/planted.html' title='planted'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-2536320983114075202</id><published>2009-06-11T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:47:58.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Catcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here a dark night is rare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still, wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could be feeling your words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching you talk wish i could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the dark night over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helping you sleep at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your comfort dream catcher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a tool you need to survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stuff me in your sack and keep me dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carry me to the top of every mountain on the east coast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;protect you from the outside world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will protect you from doubt and shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when love meets no boundries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you cross every boundry you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you allow me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill live every adventure through you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happily your comfort dream catcher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-2536320983114075202?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-584017360525302550</id><published>2009-06-04T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:36:25.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to prove.</title><content type='html'>the day is gone, the sun has set the alarm&lt;div&gt;now i wait for the next cloud to sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they scream instead of sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i swear little by little hell is whispering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go back to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the sheets cover my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blocking the light through the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sheltered but i can still feel the wind blow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;far from the places i dreamt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would be perfect, but perfect is a myth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a full heart is a wise heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they said, learn to live with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the blood in my veins run thin full of asprine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and alcohol, to watch my tears fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;splashing into the shapes of animals and sky scrappers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the clock has changed but it is later, later than..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a reason to do what i can to fill my mind up with optimism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because anything would be reason worth living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it is hard to see anything when nothing fills the mold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if there is nothing then the word alone is something to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aint it? cant it be true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happiness is just a thought away they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just think about it and it'll be easier than you think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my boats, i build , i build them to watch them sink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so some time past my time an explorer can find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i meant, what i was meant for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for sure. optimism set in. im happy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the wind is still cold and the clouds, they still scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i dont want to wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know, ill open my eyes and have to do it all over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretend there is luck in four leaf clovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;send my prayers to the sky when man made prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like screaming in the middle of nowhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itll only cause an avalanch and you tell me to be rational&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but rational seems to be a bit more insane than me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to believe the bullshit written on the walls of D.C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;democracy, try humanity and resting on the thought that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will never undo to others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as they do undo to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i was thinking that maybe the world is drunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just sleeping on a rock in the middle of muck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly sliding off a mountain and ill catch my breath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wake up to real sunlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally admit you were right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the clouds are still not singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday, happy birthday to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so they scream, this..is not..a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this..is not a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is not..a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know somehow, ill prove to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can do unto you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a wise heart is meant to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prove that life is more than a law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a guide line to be moral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that love is more than just a word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because there is more to a nest than the birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could hold my breath until my face turns blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to prove that this is how i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-584017360525302550?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/584017360525302550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=584017360525302550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/584017360525302550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/584017360525302550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-of-8-alcohol.html' title='how to prove.'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-5453270718423164480</id><published>2009-05-29T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:48:13.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking backwards</title><content type='html'>its been a while now&lt;div&gt;i said im gonna write this to recite this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now the rain is coming down and i can only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;repeat your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i know for certain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you dont feel the same as me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the sucker for closer nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for more hugs and less fights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i turn to you and ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that if maybe inside you might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think that you could love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's all in my head, you said, you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby, turn out the lights and go to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now I am lost spinning my wheels to drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until I find the switch to the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you return i just want you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are too swell to sit and weep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if the world gave me anything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was watching you dream in your sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that your back home, it's so good to have you hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when the lights are out, i dissapear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im trapped inside a song, singing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lyrics will lead me astray &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where i know, you'll love me someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-5453270718423164480?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/5453270718423164480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=5453270718423164480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/5453270718423164480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/5453270718423164480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/05/walking-backwards.html' title='walking backwards'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6468827479880815619</id><published>2009-05-28T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:45:15.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with a picture of you</title><content type='html'>Sitting here watching the branches shake&lt;div&gt;this kind of makes me, makes me, make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the image of a future erase and recreate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decisions, decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm packing my things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm moving to tennessee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe tomorrow I'll choose to move to alaska&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will bring a few items and a picture of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to remember the summer, to remember the dew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i have here, I dont have here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i will there, or there, or there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is just a cradle i've rocked in far too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;same old images, same old nursey songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can hum along, i can hum along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the sound of me leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take a few steps forward, deep breath and smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a picture of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a picture of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now the branches shake, i think they are waving good bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good bye bye bye, good bye bye bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im going to tennessee, im going to alaska&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to places the future didnt expect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now im the unexpected and you're the love I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a picture of you, with a picture of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if i dont return, remember me as a rocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a picture of you, i'll have home in my pocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6468827479880815619?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6468827479880815619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6425461827544137256</id><published>2009-05-27T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:57:15.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what, what, what</title><content type='html'>the smell of your happiness&lt;div&gt;simmers off of me like a hot summer day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you make the lakes more welcoming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me feel more like i should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more than just a scientific replay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause when my world comes crashing down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll put it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know your not even around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just by hearing your voice I know its true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldnt feel as real without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would I be too dependent if i said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you so I can write a novel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would i be the fool to admit that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad you were born i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i believe in no God i believe some magic is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what, what , what, would i be without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what, what, what would i be? a tree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a stupid drone waiting for the next drop of food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you, you, you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make me feel real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6425461827544137256?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6425461827544137256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-3083187733342760279</id><published>2009-05-22T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:13:58.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the Dust</title><content type='html'>the dust makes it's way to the core&lt;br /&gt;what a story you have there sir&lt;br /&gt;graciously floating, life is perfectly sane&lt;br /&gt;dipping naked into a pool of school fish&lt;br /&gt;before you left I thought maybe the world&lt;br /&gt;would give me the heart to remain still&lt;br /&gt;but i watched the dust dance past me&lt;br /&gt;come along, now girl, come along&lt;br /&gt;the suns gravity was a bit too weak to ground&lt;br /&gt;my body in motion, my thoughts all around&lt;br /&gt;and i spoke not one word, my mouth seemed to run&lt;br /&gt;on and on, on and on, on, on, on&lt;br /&gt;the core waves it's flags, I cant understand it's face&lt;br /&gt;when you're gone I find it hard to sit in place&lt;br /&gt;i think the sun has decided to shift the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;because this just ain't where the world should be, be, be&lt;br /&gt;from where I float, it's already flooded&lt;br /&gt;I've survived drowning though my blood is cold blooded&lt;br /&gt;and without a sound, a blurry vision of the facts&lt;br /&gt;you drift into a new world, absent from my tracks&lt;br /&gt;and the dust goes girl, come along, come along&lt;br /&gt;I leans on the notes and cry on the shoulder of new songs&lt;br /&gt;to feel you waving, it's where you should be&lt;br /&gt;as for me, I'll be there, eventually&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-3083187733342760279?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-3481727680117943444</id><published>2009-05-20T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:26:30.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>matter of time</title><content type='html'>Not the end of the world&lt;div&gt;she says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not the end of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a little taste of letting go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a little taste of another road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more steps more names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new songs, new flames&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a silent stutter on a mindless trail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda thinking maybe this time i will sail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;far from here and pop the bubble that's unpopable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing is unpopable, unstoppable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no time to sit, not in shape enough to run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think ill have me another look &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;above the wooden wheel I've spun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a great dream made by a great dream fulfilled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your foot prints keep my proud but still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know the tracks of you, this will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leave you hungry for more and in my bed, never again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you lay comfortably upon it the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i am left behind some day i will catch up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but dont wait for me, you've made it far enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;far enough to not look back, to say i love you, or wave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i understand ill see you again some day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we wont be the same, no, we wont be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but tell me your story honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill tell you mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smooth sailing, smooth sailing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a matter of time, time, time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-3481727680117943444?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/3481727680117943444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4472334432179932733&amp;postID=3481727680117943444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/3481727680117943444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4472334432179932733/posts/default/3481727680117943444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/2009/05/matter-of-time.html' title='matter of time'/><author><name>Bvkerks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12404086050653084813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-7713293845191640607</id><published>2009-05-18T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:03:56.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam</title><content type='html'>the fog warms the mountains&lt;div&gt;it is the morning i came to see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found you smiling in the middle of an unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where i knew i loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surrounded by valleys and dead end train tracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you finally feel you belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a time line you are creating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a new tale for a new song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there is no one in this world more proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to tell the tale of you, like i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no more proud to know a dream catcher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you've become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i sit in my repeated life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whisteling tunes that might convince me to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but without you, i dont think id know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to follow a star, or find my heart if its not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll take the frequent fogs, simple hellos and good byes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because if life has no definition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are life in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if God made it so hard to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that heaven is right where you stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i understand, why you cant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;repeat the footprints you've circled more than once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you are a drifting boat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on an uncertain stream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to you this is what life means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i may not see, the things you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the subtle wind that put that look in your eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were happy to see me, that's all i could need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there may not be a definition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you are life to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-7713293845191640607?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6225105767001284946</id><published>2009-05-06T03:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:29:37.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 140%; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;I've dreamt of higher places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I realized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only time you are in higher places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is when it is in your own head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the world must be an illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sneaky rendering of a fiery pit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an abstract painting painted by an insane man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who seems to be sane after-all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our senses are but nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a veiny river that co-signs for our existence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our reasons are reasoned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only unjustified and saturated &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we sleep to remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we dream to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the un-settling sounds of the hell we've created&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking chemistry by the mouth to ease the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only to feel it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it takes you to higher places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you can't make it alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you refuse to make it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come to reason with reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've finally realized that higher places are what we make of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;created by our senses, absorbed by our thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carefully constructed, unintentionally hard to reach &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because we all want what we don't have, can't touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how I once denied our intelligence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are intelligent after-all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;intelligent for our ignorance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6225105767001284946?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-3874202447408930361</id><published>2009-04-29T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:57:51.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the day thought.</title><content type='html'>we breath the same air&lt;div&gt;we've known since we came to this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the stars have always been too far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you came along and showed me the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through the smallest opening you could find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i felt your hand touching mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now it is time to catch another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of leaning against you in the shade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guiding my fingers through the lines on your palms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;losing myself in the words of your songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;floating, hopelessly, in circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;landing on a soft bed of metaphors and rhymes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stretch in time, your hands promise me tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be the best night of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've made every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and every dream wishes to be real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to feel the way you make me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a thumping heart out of control, it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're the only one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-3874202447408930361?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/3874202447408930361/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6092869065469417668</id><published>2009-04-20T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:33:58.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>I can't say it's the weather&lt;div&gt;or the shade of the light painted on the walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not the words I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or the sound of hums I crawl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its the point you reach before sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the point you find waking up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when a cup of coffee is peaceful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and time alone is wearing off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i watch a tree dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the sound that nature sings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the feeling of warmth from far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an acoustic memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could wish you here right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to sing my breathing dreams away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then find myself buried inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a song i could never play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you prance the word with fossil feet my dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these notes I'll soon be vowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only song i want to sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is the song that will be now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6092869065469417668?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6092869065469417668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sysWygogRXY/SwtxS_W-GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8oTFd9h5YlQ/S220/16646_1291882418434_1271460203_30887128_1167570_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472334432179932733.post-6765193882418369131</id><published>2009-04-16T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:45:45.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appalachian Trail</title><content type='html'>Its now a time when you decide&lt;div&gt;how to reach for the knob and open doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i watch you vanish for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you find what you are searching for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will wait here drifting softly to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until i feel your arms around me once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the wind picks up, when the heat cools down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you find what you are searching for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greatest reason for living at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is to conquer all you fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you find your way through valleys and trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I conquer all of my fears here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To survive with out seeing your face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrapping my arms around your waist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is the hardest thing I will face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while you are gone, the city sleeps in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until you open my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while you are walking those dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you find what you are searching for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4472334432179932733-6765193882418369131?l=bvkerks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvkerks.blogspot.com/feeds/6765193882418369131/comments/default' title='Post 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