<?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-649836875778173366</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:55:54.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moods and Feelings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-236336997485232687</id><published>2007-12-17T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:41:04.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing the Happiness</title><content type='html'>Brought in to true life love fortunate way&lt;br /&gt;Balancing the happiness one surmounts&lt;br /&gt;Of humanity a heartbeat that'll play&lt;br /&gt;In bringing to life what matters and counts&lt;br /&gt;Basketful of strawberries - such is life&lt;br /&gt;That is balancing the outcome in real&lt;br /&gt;You must work hard in the effort to strife&lt;br /&gt;Give every reason for what you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be true to purpose - meet your destiny&lt;br /&gt;The roads are elongated and stretching wide&lt;br /&gt;Splashing and forgetting to toll your bell&lt;br /&gt;What comes by you is set out to be&lt;br /&gt;Opposite adversity or loyal guide&lt;br /&gt;Use wisely - let future's foretell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-236336997485232687?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/236336997485232687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=236336997485232687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/236336997485232687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/236336997485232687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/balancing-happiness.html' title='Balancing the Happiness'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-7701539786113129934</id><published>2007-12-17T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:40:34.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth to Earth in Its Clay</title><content type='html'>Art is nothing but hardship and struggles&lt;br /&gt;The wound of my flesh and with its jagged blade&lt;br /&gt;Fists of my spirit and its hard juggles&lt;br /&gt;Earth to earth in its clay formative made&lt;br /&gt;Fate in its propositions and well being&lt;br /&gt;Building the barrage that is left behind&lt;br /&gt;To each expectations try out and seeing&lt;br /&gt;Something to produce give of and find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the heart and the true circling peak&lt;br /&gt;To every emotion build by man&lt;br /&gt;Efforts in knowing something is there&lt;br /&gt;Worthy its making in knowledge to seek&lt;br /&gt;Showing fortune what adversity can?&lt;br /&gt;If you give everything - to its fare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-7701539786113129934?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7701539786113129934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=7701539786113129934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/7701539786113129934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/7701539786113129934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/earth-to-earth-in-its-clay.html' title='Earth to Earth in Its Clay'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-3628268204832673490</id><published>2007-12-17T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T01:54:21.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Night - Oh Sweet Light</title><content type='html'>Holly night - oh sweet light!&lt;br /&gt;Come to my feelings and heart&lt;br /&gt;Bring mornings of glorious light&lt;br /&gt;Sweet in its fulfillment start&lt;br /&gt;Give me peace I yearn for in my doubt&lt;br /&gt;In my beings - to the heavenly star&lt;br /&gt;What shall futures to us be about?&lt;br /&gt;With their blinking - wide and afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're yearning for a true love song&lt;br /&gt;To mankinds dream in the clear&lt;br /&gt;Where contends of opportunities belong&lt;br /&gt;That gives us the ways to steer&lt;br /&gt;Each of our love is sometimes low&lt;br /&gt;Inside moods without reaching shore&lt;br /&gt;Now is time to let the world know&lt;br /&gt;What every peace in the heart is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly night - again is coming in&lt;br /&gt;With every glistening moment to share&lt;br /&gt;If you believe - you too shall find it and win&lt;br /&gt;Give something worthy for you to have here&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of night like the stars above&lt;br /&gt;Timeless in twinkling for peace on earth&lt;br /&gt;It's the night of harmony and to give love&lt;br /&gt;Show every kindness - of what it is worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Holly night - oh sweet light!&lt;br /&gt;Come to my feelings and heart&lt;br /&gt;Bring mornings of glorious light&lt;br /&gt;Sweet in its fulfillment start&lt;br /&gt;Give me peace I yearn for in my doubt&lt;br /&gt;In my beings - to the heavenly star&lt;br /&gt;What shall futures to us be about?&lt;br /&gt;With their blinking - wide and afar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-3628268204832673490?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3628268204832673490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=3628268204832673490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/3628268204832673490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/3628268204832673490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/holly-night-oh-sweet-light.html' title='Holly Night - Oh Sweet Light'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-3987245507920472844</id><published>2007-12-17T00:31:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:32:04.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Days Going Through</title><content type='html'>Winter days going through moment's starry night&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the hours inside deep still and dark&lt;br /&gt;Glistening horizon sky that will spark&lt;br /&gt;When the daybreak comes in with new light&lt;br /&gt;Interval of shadows through roads constructed&lt;br /&gt;Giving dusk feelings spins of destiny&lt;br /&gt;The hour of beam in to myth now conducted&lt;br /&gt;What comes to day must be or not be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpable courses are spinning and drifting&lt;br /&gt;In to infinity darkness of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Like clouds in the sky that never return&lt;br /&gt;Gown of the shadows eyelids are lifting&lt;br /&gt;Into the rising of sky firing streams&lt;br /&gt;Onward to morn and evening - to burn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-3987245507920472844?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3987245507920472844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=3987245507920472844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/3987245507920472844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/3987245507920472844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-days-going-through.html' title='Winter Days Going Through'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-7450053548305026861</id><published>2007-12-17T00:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:31:40.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting…</title><content type='html'>Now it is winter time in turning grays&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful charming in dim colors light&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of frosty and flowers of night&lt;br /&gt;In to the doldrums of the passing plays&lt;br /&gt;Hours of yesterdays are long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;In the corners of the dark and the deep&lt;br /&gt;Autumn leaves on pathways lie rotten&lt;br /&gt;In their bleaching ensign that life couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays coming in their wondrous gleam&lt;br /&gt;Feelings inside for everyone singing&lt;br /&gt;My house is surrounded by magical glow&lt;br /&gt;Each hour awakening winter's new dream&lt;br /&gt;With beautiful thoughts to my heart bringing&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate Christmas in new fallen snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-7450053548305026861?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7450053548305026861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=7450053548305026861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/7450053548305026861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/7450053548305026861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/waiting.html' title='Waiting…'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-2567713003035173462</id><published>2007-12-16T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:12:48.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Here For Me</title><content type='html'>You are here for me today&lt;br /&gt;When I get unsecured and worried&lt;br /&gt;Every mood that comes this way&lt;br /&gt;From flickering flames hurried&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful like the colors high&lt;br /&gt;From new morning coming from night&lt;br /&gt;When there is blue cloudless sky&lt;br /&gt;Just before the new daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s emptiness is never undone&lt;br /&gt;Delirious with its enigma inspired&lt;br /&gt;Like a flame of a night that's gone&lt;br /&gt;Of every mood in dreams desired&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing here more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Than the dark night becoming old&lt;br /&gt;When light of daybreak comes in full&lt;br /&gt;And not anything of dark can hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter’s sometimes brings me down&lt;br /&gt;With its glowering ways of the deep&lt;br /&gt;Flames of my feelings there drown&lt;br /&gt;Hours of contentment to dusk sweep&lt;br /&gt;You are still from beginning to end&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me through this point in time&lt;br /&gt;Each understanding emotions transcend&lt;br /&gt;In this freezing bleak weather grime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are here for me today&lt;br /&gt;When I get unsecured and worried&lt;br /&gt;Every mood that comes this way&lt;br /&gt;From flickering flames hurried&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful like the colors high&lt;br /&gt;From new morning coming from night&lt;br /&gt;When there is blue cloudless sky&lt;br /&gt;Just before the new daylight – with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful like the colors high…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-2567713003035173462?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2567713003035173462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=2567713003035173462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/2567713003035173462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/2567713003035173462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-are-here-for-me.html' title='You Are Here For Me'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-3670687171417579201</id><published>2007-12-16T04:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T04:34:13.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Leaves - Yearning</title><content type='html'>Tender fires of the rising morning&lt;br /&gt;To day of new thoughts is starting to glow &lt;br /&gt;The seed of the yellow leaves yearning&lt;br /&gt;From autumn now all under frosty snow&lt;br /&gt;The flowers that brought me life's true feeling&lt;br /&gt;Have all circled so quickly and are now gone&lt;br /&gt;Hours of lonely in their misdealing&lt;br /&gt;Carry the shadows of long times done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departing sunshine from within the heart&lt;br /&gt;Outlook that have nothing further to say&lt;br /&gt;Only to show now where it once did live&lt;br /&gt;Come early morning in reddish cloud start&lt;br /&gt;Show me the mood that once carried me away&lt;br /&gt;All hope I’ve now - I’m ready to give&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-3670687171417579201?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3670687171417579201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=3670687171417579201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/3670687171417579201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/3670687171417579201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/yellow-leaves-yearning_16.html' title='Yellow Leaves - Yearning'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-2671954586988470107</id><published>2007-12-16T04:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T04:33:42.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Catcher</title><content type='html'>Dream catcher now you are with me&lt;br /&gt;Taking my songs to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Giving them flying that is free&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere the new morn will start&lt;br /&gt;The wishes are plentiful inside&lt;br /&gt;Something of past and of futures&lt;br /&gt;Through every moment must glide&lt;br /&gt;Lines of the crossing and sutures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours are longing for more&lt;br /&gt;To tell of dreams that is passing&lt;br /&gt;What have these words there in store?&lt;br /&gt;When they get numbered in classing&lt;br /&gt;Our futures are nowhere in yet&lt;br /&gt;With every aspect of new thoughts&lt;br /&gt;We haven't still not here meet&lt;br /&gt;Tied every meaning and knots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream catcher play with our aspiring&lt;br /&gt;Something is going to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;The flights in their circular gyring&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that come and go blare&lt;br /&gt;A stranger is still our own prospect&lt;br /&gt;With many knots to be loosen&lt;br /&gt;Threads to the emotions reconnect&lt;br /&gt;To every approach that is chosen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-2671954586988470107?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2671954586988470107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=2671954586988470107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/2671954586988470107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/2671954586988470107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/dream-catcher.html' title='Dream Catcher'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-6368191652550176202</id><published>2007-12-15T15:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:23:47.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance With Me</title><content type='html'>Dance with me through waves of new motions&lt;br /&gt;Growing so far out that I can not hold&lt;br /&gt;Rising billows of deep profound oceans&lt;br /&gt;And reaching there with might that hasn't been told&lt;br /&gt;Paces of circles going in their weaving&lt;br /&gt;Strange sketching finding to destiny's shore&lt;br /&gt;Moments and hours each rotating briefing&lt;br /&gt;What might the future for yesterday store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come in to darkness to find again light&lt;br /&gt;Spinning thru black holes through end of space&lt;br /&gt;Twinkling light of a meditative thought&lt;br /&gt;Moods of the dreaming in their transit flight&lt;br /&gt;Hour of fulfillment's many splitting ways&lt;br /&gt;Something from their core that can't be taught&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-6368191652550176202?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6368191652550176202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=6368191652550176202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/6368191652550176202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/6368191652550176202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/dance-with-me.html' title='Dance With Me'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-108194734535965364</id><published>2007-12-15T15:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:22:33.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Weighted Each Line</title><content type='html'>I have weighted each line with an abyss thought&lt;br /&gt;To flow in tomorrow - spin there around&lt;br /&gt;Something to catch - meanings to be found&lt;br /&gt;The long gone past in to our own time brought&lt;br /&gt;With wings of my muse in inspiring way&lt;br /&gt;The summer set roots for the hours to come&lt;br /&gt;Oh how they whisper - oh how they still play&lt;br /&gt;From land of the unknown where they are from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepness is deep but not too far outlying&lt;br /&gt;Like these flights are from the black raven's song&lt;br /&gt;Those come with their doubts - from sky full of clouds&lt;br /&gt;Seeing through the gist - their knowledge worthy trying&lt;br /&gt;Each to routes where they in desire long&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the wandering of past gone crowds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-108194734535965364?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/108194734535965364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=108194734535965364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/108194734535965364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/108194734535965364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-weighted-each-line.html' title='I Have Weighted Each Line'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-8325013488708399417</id><published>2007-12-15T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:21:51.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murmured Waves</title><content type='html'>Murmured waves of the breezy naked trees&lt;br /&gt;Stand in winter's gate in icily froze&lt;br /&gt;Where wind harp of seasons forever goes&lt;br /&gt;The invisible atmosphere of cold breeze&lt;br /&gt;Solitude in its celestial dim light&lt;br /&gt;In a forest that's transformed to silence&lt;br /&gt;Gravel is pouring its weaving's of night&lt;br /&gt;From the demise songs of withering blench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious shadows of winter's moon&lt;br /&gt;In its hollowing magnetized blue heights&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by gloominess everywhere&lt;br /&gt;The deserted domains of autumn's gone tune&lt;br /&gt;Still from outside here deleterious blights&lt;br /&gt;To give doubtful meanings to boughs swaying bare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-8325013488708399417?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8325013488708399417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=8325013488708399417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/8325013488708399417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/8325013488708399417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/murmured-waves.html' title='Murmured Waves'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-4673111930865915468</id><published>2007-12-15T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T06:39:50.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings Liberated</title><content type='html'>Make the sunshine come up here around you&lt;br /&gt;Like the waves of the open dark sea&lt;br /&gt;Feel it surround you and make again free&lt;br /&gt;With its rising from daybreak to come through&lt;br /&gt;Every motion is with in the soul&lt;br /&gt;Like a dream that's always inside quite near&lt;br /&gt;Giving meaning and everything whole&lt;br /&gt;Going from every cubicle inside there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower gives seeds to the earth&lt;br /&gt;So your heart gives feelings liberated&lt;br /&gt;From the strings of the past of your desire&lt;br /&gt;Each motion is like waves of its birth&lt;br /&gt;With the leaves of the spirit there weighted&lt;br /&gt;Like dawn reddish sky in its given fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-4673111930865915468?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4673111930865915468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=4673111930865915468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/4673111930865915468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/4673111930865915468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/feelings-liberated.html' title='Feelings Liberated'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-818925441265853855</id><published>2007-12-15T06:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T06:00:39.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lotion of Passion</title><content type='html'>The lotion of passion - is here with you&lt;br /&gt;In the purest of white skin and the dark&lt;br /&gt;With the feelings of spring and water true&lt;br /&gt;That in to each your emotions will spark&lt;br /&gt;A flower of love that comes like spring&lt;br /&gt;To sooth every cell of your skin nerve&lt;br /&gt;And on to your feelings always shall sing&lt;br /&gt;To accomplish its youthful - and its verve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dove of the sky and your summer mood&lt;br /&gt;Something for everyone - to feel good&lt;br /&gt;And complete the new appearance that hooks&lt;br /&gt;Be to your skin like a nourishing food&lt;br /&gt;And always win through in each a-la-mode&lt;br /&gt;To go with knowledge of nature and looks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-818925441265853855?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/818925441265853855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=818925441265853855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/818925441265853855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/818925441265853855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/lotion-of-passion.html' title='The Lotion of Passion'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-9143848592312882175</id><published>2007-12-14T15:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:44:44.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Knows How Love Can Be</title><content type='html'>Nobody knows how love can be&lt;br /&gt;When it's inside these feelings&lt;br /&gt;Incisive moods those are always free&lt;br /&gt;From every tempered healings&lt;br /&gt;You’re so engaged in the heart true&lt;br /&gt;Always from inside so whole&lt;br /&gt;Coming through ways to renew&lt;br /&gt;With every purpose and role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are giving is hope for me&lt;br /&gt;Music and rhythms dealings&lt;br /&gt;Something that always is set to be&lt;br /&gt;Lots of its moods and peelings&lt;br /&gt;Love is trouble and pleasure in vain&lt;br /&gt;In handling its own luck&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it comes in feelings of pain&lt;br /&gt;Getting in nowhere hopes stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings those are anything more&lt;br /&gt;Love that is a dream away&lt;br /&gt;You are never though of this sure&lt;br /&gt;Just like the day in its play&lt;br /&gt;Finding a heart that moves you on&lt;br /&gt;Is never too easy at all&lt;br /&gt;So much is drifting till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Going like leaves in the fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-9143848592312882175?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9143848592312882175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=9143848592312882175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/9143848592312882175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/9143848592312882175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/nobody-knows-how-love-can-be.html' title='Nobody Knows How Love Can Be'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649836875778173366.post-8670446450918522773</id><published>2007-12-14T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:44:09.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Go Should I Stay</title><content type='html'>Many ways are going &lt;br /&gt;Like the end is blowing&lt;br /&gt;Feelings crush in its time&lt;br /&gt;In a cold rivaling rime&lt;br /&gt;Love what falls apart&lt;br /&gt;From the moments inside heart&lt;br /&gt;What I have utmost felt&lt;br /&gt;And from the inside dealt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the frosty bits&lt;br /&gt;Of a lonely way that hits&lt;br /&gt;And grow away everything&lt;br /&gt;That love senses would bring&lt;br /&gt;To give within its taste&lt;br /&gt;Sun glowing winter's waste&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is compared to you&lt;br /&gt;To give from and renew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many ways there showing&lt;br /&gt;Without really knowing&lt;br /&gt;If its time for me to go&lt;br /&gt;For now until we both know&lt;br /&gt;What this love really is for&lt;br /&gt;From open steps of winter's shore&lt;br /&gt;Blown away these feeling are&lt;br /&gt;With each their rising so afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Love what falls apart&lt;br /&gt;From the moments inside heart&lt;br /&gt;What I have utmost felt&lt;br /&gt;And from the inside dealt&lt;br /&gt;Bring me secure to your touch&lt;br /&gt;If it is to give me much&lt;br /&gt;Of the hope that I have felt&lt;br /&gt;And from the inside dealt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649836875778173366-8670446450918522773?l=moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8670446450918522773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649836875778173366&amp;postID=8670446450918522773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/8670446450918522773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649836875778173366/posts/default/8670446450918522773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moods-and-feelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/should-i-go-should-i-stay.html' title='Should I Go Should I Stay'/><author><name>Peter S. 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