<?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-7602979747395463752</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:22:57.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The^Floor^Above^</title><subtitle type='html'>“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these”
-Emily Dickinson</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-2940445908665799426</id><published>2009-07-12T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:44:29.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random at work thoughts</title><content type='html'>I’ve been here before. Taking my two hands, three fingers each, rubbing the temples of my forehead.  A deep gulp, a sigh, and a yawn with a promising set of low eyes that set my tone of mood.  Sitting at my desk I hear people talking and passing by. I view them from the corner of my eye but not fully because I am not a people person as of today.  I answer the phone in a tone in which I try to sound humble but that is the least of it. Only to the ones I work with do I have a sense of kindness to my voice today.  However, only for the monetary bliss of it and how it pleases the moment.  Sitting here and I am ready to leave within the hour when I only have 5 Left. 5 hours feels more like 5 years sitting here taking in the sounds of the music played even in the back office.  Why do I have to be subjected to this terrible music? This random selection of genres in which I can tolerate yet feel like I am being choked by it every time I hear that same song being played that’s stuck in my head over the months and I catch myself humming to it like I actually like the song.  I sense a slight bit of anger but then I breathe. I tell my self to stay content. Stay content for the promise of money. The Money I get every two weeks, wishing they would come around faster than they do.  The Attraction walks by. Only thinking about him in ways that would be satisfactory to a life I wish I could live. The carefree one. The “Live Life Everyday to the Fullest” one.  Picturing how it would only end in so many ways.  None in which I am happy for a long period of time.  Looking down at my paper, my notes. I’d rather be in a lecture of some sort right now. That takes me back to school. When things were interesting and life was like taking a road trip everyday.  Never knowing where it might lead you or who you might meet along the way.  Maybe a best friend, a long lost relative, a significant other, a spouse, a confidant.  Only with so much more to the imagination.  Taking the trip to remember the good memories in life. Chewing my fruit flavor gum slowly and adjusting my eyes to the computer screen. Stretching my arms and finding meaningless things to do because the important things very seldom get recognized in my world.  I sit here and do nothing so am I nothing to some people?  I have a more filling day when I am at home doing the same thing, which is nothing.  My days drag to the point of where I am tired from being tired. But how can I complain when there are way worse off people than I am in this world? In this Country? In this region? In this State? In this city? On this block? In this Building? In this department?  Right next to me? Me?  Don’t get me wrong I feel blessed. I am satisfied. I am content. I am happy. But I have yet to be fulfilled. But maybe I have to live my life first before I could even reach that notion. Stop, Why are my hands and feet always cold? It could be hot or room temperature and my hands and feet would always be cold.  I never understood that.  Maybe I’m a vampire and I don’t know it.  Laughing at that thought.  Like the thought I have when I am smiling for a picture and my eyes squint as if I am half black half Asian.  I laugh at my flaws. Maybe it’s because I only see them as me being human. Taking those cold hands to wipe my eyes. Looking straight ahead at push pins, papers, and corkboard. Things put up for us to remember. Some things have changed, some have stayed the same. Like my friendships or my family ties. Today is my nieces birthday. She’s turning two.  I really want to be the aunt I dream to be and think I can be.  We live so far away. Will they even remember me? When I have enough money and establishment to take them places and do things with them? Teach them, Spoil them, Love them Listen to them. And not like a mother listens to a child but how an aunt does it? I need something that drives me. To give me will power. I don’t want a life lesson per say, I just need a …Force. To push me into to what I know I can achieve with the character I already exude.  I look down at my nails. They are growing back again. I wonder how many times they will grow and break and grow back again?  How many times has it happened already?  The attraction comes to my desk. Standing there tall, back straight, clean shave, Hair cut, Melting smile. He hands me paper for a request. I want to push it away and tell him he can have me right here. That’s that carefree thought. I say okay and he lingers telling me something else but I drift into his eyes. I like the way he lingers. As if he is trying to tell me something but then decides not to. Like a secret. Minutes pass. I break out the highlighter and high light the times people claim they are leaving.  Its 3:07 Pm. Standard Eastern Time.  Worrying if I will make my financial situation work. Why does money have to be the root of all evil? But yet and still money doesn’t grow on trees? I lol to that. I’m allowing these thoughts. They are mine I can have them. I can express them. Or I can keep them as a secret.  The attraction is jealous. He wants someone to talk to him.  I’d rather do something else. Mind in the gutter.  It’s there half of the time. I leave soon. But not right now. I got to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602979747395463752-2940445908665799426?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2940445908665799426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-at-work-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/2940445908665799426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/2940445908665799426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-at-work-thoughts.html' title='Random at work thoughts'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-723433913395383944</id><published>2009-07-02T20:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:30:45.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intense</title><content type='html'>The first time I ever really looked in your window&lt;br /&gt;It was intense&lt;br /&gt;A wave crashing over me&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me in&lt;br /&gt;I remember every moment&lt;br /&gt;The Happy&lt;br /&gt;The sad&lt;br /&gt;The indifferent&lt;br /&gt;The now&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I had this butterfly effect&lt;br /&gt;Change my past&lt;br /&gt;To fill you into my future&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you &lt;br /&gt;Like a sentence with a blank space&lt;br /&gt;A, b, or c could be the fill-in&lt;br /&gt;Like that cavity that was never filled-in&lt;br /&gt;I’m still complaining&lt;br /&gt;Because I still don’t have an answer to why it hurts so much?&lt;br /&gt;Hurts as in present-tense&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I am beating on a dead horse&lt;br /&gt;Dragging unexplained things through the mud&lt;br /&gt;I pride myself for stopping for a whole year &lt;br /&gt;But my strength doesn’t seem to make sense when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;Like fire fighting water&lt;br /&gt;Who wins?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make myself hate you?&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t work&lt;br /&gt;Trying to ignore you?&lt;br /&gt;I kept paying attention&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to be your friend &lt;br /&gt;Or your enemy&lt;br /&gt;Where is the balance?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they’re left with so many unanswered questions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602979747395463752-723433913395383944?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/723433913395383944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/intense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/723433913395383944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/723433913395383944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/intense.html' title='Intense'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-2324448292740359981</id><published>2009-06-08T21:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:54:02.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/Si3As7e3oeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JfZEIXr5p8w/s1600-h/embrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/Si3As7e3oeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JfZEIXr5p8w/s400/embrace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345140210872590818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at him a weakness forms&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not sure if it’s the fact that he is fine&lt;br /&gt;Or the way he acts when he exudes maturity &lt;br /&gt;But I can’t stop imagining &lt;br /&gt;His touch may be like heaven (thinking)&lt;br /&gt;Or something to the likeness of orgasmic (Sinking)&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes just to fantasize &lt;br /&gt;I want him&lt;br /&gt;He wants me&lt;br /&gt;But in all reality we can’t be&lt;br /&gt;So in all fantasy is where I chose to be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;His eyes being a deep sea of satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Standing there with me on his mind&lt;br /&gt;And my mind on the dream I had about him last night&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the urge to just pin him down&lt;br /&gt;With lips that would kiss with the power of passion&lt;br /&gt;Our conversations minimal&lt;br /&gt;Mind melted on the physical&lt;br /&gt;He has me crossing my legs &lt;br /&gt;Licking my lips&lt;br /&gt;My mind racing with the thought of him &lt;br /&gt;In front of me&lt;br /&gt;Beside me&lt;br /&gt;Behind me&lt;br /&gt;Inside me&lt;br /&gt;Bringing out the freak that even sees a blind me&lt;br /&gt;As I want him&lt;br /&gt;He wants me&lt;br /&gt;Anytime &lt;br /&gt;Anyplace&lt;br /&gt;My hands gripping his back &lt;br /&gt;His hands embracing my face&lt;br /&gt;Intensity is formed&lt;br /&gt;He says my name which is not in his norm &lt;br /&gt;So all that does is just turn me on&lt;br /&gt;I’m light switched with energy&lt;br /&gt;Taking in all that he is giving me&lt;br /&gt;Each stroke has me arched for more&lt;br /&gt;It’s so good it’s bad that I begin to whisper in Soliloquy&lt;br /&gt;Breathing deep &lt;br /&gt;Moaning in the movement &lt;br /&gt;He is playing it right&lt;br /&gt;Having me up all night&lt;br /&gt;His goodness song worthy&lt;br /&gt;Saying the right things and being so wordy&lt;br /&gt;He takes me there&lt;br /&gt;I bring him near&lt;br /&gt;Beauty in the eyes stop to stare&lt;br /&gt;As our bodies begin to lift in mid air&lt;br /&gt;Is this the feeling of ecstasy?&lt;br /&gt;Or is the definition not there?&lt;br /&gt;We continue as the experience heightens&lt;br /&gt;Passionate moans are no longer lightened&lt;br /&gt;We begin our own soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Deep&lt;br /&gt;We close our eyes on the finale of the show&lt;br /&gt;And like our life flashing before our eyes upon death&lt;br /&gt;We envision what our future can bring us&lt;br /&gt;I blink&lt;br /&gt;He is calling my name &lt;br /&gt;I am back to reality&lt;br /&gt;I can have him&lt;br /&gt;But I’d rather have my fantasy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602979747395463752-2324448292740359981?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2324448292740359981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/fantasee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/2324448292740359981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/2324448292740359981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/fantasee.html' title='Fantasee'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/Si3As7e3oeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JfZEIXr5p8w/s72-c/embrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-7027671327805336771</id><published>2009-06-04T18:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:22:10.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>King Among Men</title><content type='html'>Tired of these fools &lt;br /&gt;Their B.S&lt;br /&gt;Their hot mess&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a king among men is agonizing&lt;br /&gt;Reading through the lines of their bullshit I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Will I meet all different versions of an asshole before I meet one that is not?&lt;br /&gt;Even the cutty buddy is having his high horse rode in on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to give them 2%&lt;br /&gt;2% milk &lt;br /&gt;no 2% of my attention&lt;br /&gt;because did I regret to mention they are weak?&lt;br /&gt;No game &lt;br /&gt;they catch my eye for a split second and then they show their ass&lt;br /&gt;And with that I'm beginning to change &lt;br /&gt;Diapers?&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;My ways &lt;br /&gt;My thoughts&lt;br /&gt;MY Trust? &lt;br /&gt;I have in no one but God&lt;br /&gt;False accusations&lt;br /&gt;what happened to being real?&lt;br /&gt;Not Crazy or lazy but...&lt;br /&gt;Real?&lt;br /&gt;Honesty the best policy&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you can't handle it&lt;br /&gt;because they don't give a shit about your feelings anyway&lt;br /&gt;but it is rather will you stay mad for a long period of time?&lt;br /&gt;Do you still want to curse him to high heavens to make him feel less of a man or more of how you feel when you were hurt by him?&lt;br /&gt;I am tired&lt;br /&gt;but how do I manage to stay happy?&lt;br /&gt;Smile across my face&lt;br /&gt;While they continue to be lame?&lt;br /&gt;Where is my king among men?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602979747395463752-7027671327805336771?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7027671327805336771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-among-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/7027671327805336771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/7027671327805336771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-among-men.html' title='King Among Men'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-1449310443161329197</id><published>2009-05-10T21:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:17:29.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Persona</title><content type='html'>I look&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh&lt;br /&gt;His eyes&lt;br /&gt;I do gaze&lt;br /&gt;In my sight&lt;br /&gt;in my mind&lt;br /&gt;in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;so amazed&lt;br /&gt;in his smile&lt;br /&gt;in my sigh&lt;br /&gt;wanna run from this guy&lt;br /&gt;but i stay&lt;br /&gt;and i pray&lt;br /&gt;God will this be the day?&lt;br /&gt;if i make&lt;br /&gt;then I brake&lt;br /&gt;and the hands&lt;br /&gt;I dont shake&lt;br /&gt;cause the flu&lt;br /&gt;is the new&lt;br /&gt;none for me&lt;br /&gt;some for you&lt;br /&gt;and i walk&lt;br /&gt;i do talk&lt;br /&gt;with the music&lt;br /&gt;in my ear&lt;br /&gt;and the stalk&lt;br /&gt;holds sthe corn&lt;br /&gt;sounds are butta just to hear&lt;br /&gt;To understand&lt;br /&gt;is to plan&lt;br /&gt;Screaming loud&lt;br /&gt;yes we can&lt;br /&gt;needing money&lt;br /&gt;tea for honey&lt;br /&gt;but I Just got ham&lt;br /&gt;ham no burger&lt;br /&gt;too bad&lt;br /&gt;but we gotta do a merger&lt;br /&gt;want my own&lt;br /&gt;in the zone&lt;br /&gt;gotta have my own dollas&lt;br /&gt;with my heels&lt;br /&gt;to the floor&lt;br /&gt;and I scream out holla&lt;br /&gt;fill my cup&lt;br /&gt;with a drink&lt;br /&gt;let me think&lt;br /&gt;time to sink&lt;br /&gt;deep in debt&lt;br /&gt;financial threats&lt;br /&gt;all against me&lt;br /&gt;but i smile&lt;br /&gt;all the while&lt;br /&gt;teeth shining&lt;br /&gt;yes bling&lt;br /&gt;with the sun&lt;br /&gt;up high&lt;br /&gt;what will this day bring?&lt;br /&gt;all a dream&lt;br /&gt;yet it seems&lt;br /&gt;that the world&lt;br /&gt;just a scheme&lt;br /&gt;look for heaven&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;tryna find it&lt;br /&gt;in the wind&lt;br /&gt;take your time&lt;br /&gt;all is fine&lt;br /&gt;you will grow&lt;br /&gt;a better mind&lt;br /&gt;better thoughts&lt;br /&gt;better ways&lt;br /&gt;always having&lt;br /&gt;better days&lt;br /&gt;take a look&lt;br /&gt;at my words&lt;br /&gt;in book&lt;br /&gt;got you cold&lt;br /&gt;colder&lt;br /&gt;warmer&lt;br /&gt;warmer&lt;br /&gt;hotter&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;this is me&lt;br /&gt;Complicated Simplicity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602979747395463752-1449310443161329197?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1449310443161329197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/persona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/1449310443161329197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/1449310443161329197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/persona.html' title='Persona'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-8713695149106150739</id><published>2009-03-30T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:48:26.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers to my Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SdEwEFSnT3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/_PZxLKIfRVs/s1600-h/choke_full.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319085481599127410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SdEwEFSnT3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/_PZxLKIfRVs/s400/choke_full.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small thing sparks a BIG THING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stomp and I rave and I rant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is God Laughing at me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602979747395463752-8713695149106150739?l=theflooraboveyou.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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SdEwEFSnT3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/_PZxLKIfRVs/s72-c/choke_full.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-3756366693965634248</id><published>2009-03-15T03:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T05:02:31.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SbzD_mOMJNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jy5gF0xnACU/s1600-h/trapped%2520in%2520time%2520clean.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313337157749581010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SbzD_mOMJNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jy5gF0xnACU/s400/trapped%2520in%2520time%2520clean.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/Sby_gFNLjAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0VWXhivdirk/s1600-h/trapped%2520in%2520time%2520clean.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could have stabbed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blackened my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bruises would heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have forgiven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the fact that I haven't forgotten still destroys me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An empty space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where was the pad lock over my heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the hell was the protection?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I paid in tears and in cash &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still it Haunts my thoughts because the pain lives in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I remembering what weakens me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not in my presence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet the thought carries on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting to demolish the memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let you get the best of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When can I get the best of me back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst pain is the one that sticks with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The strongest adhesive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did it make me Stronger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my ruin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half Hearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could take back everything ever given to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the way down to these words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a cry for relief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This hole leaving me partially soul-less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its 4:14 am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right around that time I told you the stupidity that rolled off my tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you never stopped me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never said yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But never no either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I joke &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wish I never met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I mean it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing you have ever given me wasn't friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nicely wrapped box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A red bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a curse&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M STILL TRAPPED IN TIME&lt;/span&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/7602979747395463752-3756366693965634248?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3756366693965634248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/trapped-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/3756366693965634248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/3756366693965634248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/trapped-in-time.html' title='Trapped in Time'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SbzD_mOMJNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jy5gF0xnACU/s72-c/trapped%2520in%2520time%2520clean.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-4109207766554307342</id><published>2009-03-13T21:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:36:43.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In God's Eyes ( This is for Christy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SbsYG52U1eI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Re88qHSWfe8/s1600-h/hands_in_the_sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312866692300592610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SbsYG52U1eI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Re88qHSWfe8/s400/hands_in_the_sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With both palms raised to the ceiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She weighs her options &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One is feeling heavier than the other and she can't bare the strain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It blisters pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Light as air and cool as a summer breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with her other hand she brushes off the heaviness from the first hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She sighs with relief &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Smile and a dimple of curiosity forms on her face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She views sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe even rainy days being her happiest ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drawn to him like a painter awaiting a blank canvas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good conversation, leading to great presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leading to........ beyond what they could only share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now shaken of the outcome but of the butterflies in her stomach type of affect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She reaches for his hand but she still pulls back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it that she's scared of the unexpected?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though she has encountered him for double one's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet still on the intrigue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has a mystery she wants to solve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though this is not a silly game they play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is her life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this Their life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A joining of hearts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good things take time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great things are there with you from the start &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet not quite a visual on its potential &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with double one's she began to see him in a new light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She breathes change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She lives for her happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with this cool breeze she has yet not to smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always winding up in the same place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always seeing the same familiar face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is God trying to tell us something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget the what ifs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about the what is going to happen right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still time for discovery &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So slow on the urgency &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yield to the time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But press on through the expression?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she drives &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He flies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will they truly end up in the same place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In God's Eyes?&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/7602979747395463752-4109207766554307342?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4109207766554307342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-gods-eyes-this-is-for-christy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/4109207766554307342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/4109207766554307342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-gods-eyes-this-is-for-christy.html' title='In God&apos;s Eyes ( This is for Christy)'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SbsYG52U1eI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Re88qHSWfe8/s72-c/hands_in_the_sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-1095817973286401840</id><published>2009-03-08T16:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:00:11.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete Corners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SbQrex-2FyI/AAAAAAAAADo/O0RIOO8aAzo/s1600-h/corner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SbQoCb039CI/AAAAAAAAADg/to_uYXMG5PM/s1600-h/bend+the+block.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310913882871034914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SbQoCb039CI/AAAAAAAAADg/to_uYXMG5PM/s400/bend+the+block.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SbQmxMj-r5I/AAAAAAAAADY/WjHKfVpQwTM/s1600-h/corner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a colaboration with myself &amp;amp; my homegirl...The first part is mine's the last is hers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it’s the modern day depression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can’t even take a breath without knowing if I will be charged for the air I breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roll up those sleeves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope for a better tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though today is for the struggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything to get that dough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selfish Mentalities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not having that urgency for rationalities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet ears to the amplified need for change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That hopeful brand pressed to our hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let’s stop to be realI’m broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can’t even buy my ego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or those Hi tops I crave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To satisfy my fashion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Materialism engulfing us in giveaway prices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who can even afford that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without having thoughts of bag, borrow, or steal engraved in their minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will take time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for how long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience is the last thing we want to have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gimmie the loot, gimmie the loot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the royalties to boot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a bank full of moneyI’m desperate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might shootBut no jail in my future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No bail in my future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a continuation of this might be hell for our future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The prophecies of 2012 in our future?&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 align="right"&gt;$"The prophecies of 2012 in our future?"$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I can’t even see that far in my future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I’m living for today, hoping for promise of my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;People killing themselves &amp;amp; their kinfolk-straight destroying their future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The nerve of being materialistic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Has evolved into narcissism-Narcissistic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Realism-to be realistic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Going to work not knowing if you’ll be laid off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yea-sure college paid off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nigga if they fire me they getting sprayed off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I’m gonna go postal on they ass-just to get this weight off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My shoulders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Draped in the same shit since 06’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;How the hell can crack heads get their fix?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Whatever their hustle is, I need to pick it up quick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Find a scheme to get rich-hit a lick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I don’t give a fuck-anything to feed my kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My babies starving worse than Marvin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Theorizing this like Darwin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But this ain’t no philosophy-it’s reality&lt;br /&gt;My life, our world plagued by this hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;But if we stop &amp;amp; see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Out of this curse may be opportunity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A chance to break down barriers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And seek equality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Everybody is in the same boot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hopeless, hopeful &amp;amp; broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Doing what the can to stay afloat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Preparing for the worse &amp;amp; hoping for the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Learning to live a fruitful life-for less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So through the stress &amp;amp; governments mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Humble yourself &amp;amp; exude praise for what you have and have not’s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Before you hit the block &amp;amp; grab the glock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Shoot our youth with knowledge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So this madness will stop! The corner…"&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/7602979747395463752-1095817973286401840?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1095817973286401840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-you-gonna-when-we-bend-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/1095817973286401840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/1095817973286401840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-you-gonna-when-we-bend-block.html' title='Concrete Corners'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SbQoCb039CI/AAAAAAAAADg/to_uYXMG5PM/s72-c/bend+the+block.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-2695351089952778871</id><published>2009-03-05T22:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:21:25.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PURPOSE pART 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScL9onw-z-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q81VqLSfJYA/s1600-h/long_road_ahead_ii_by_tumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315089384561627106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScL9onw-z-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q81VqLSfJYA/s400/long_road_ahead_ii_by_tumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world is beginning to be my closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or my tight clothed space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Air does not circulate as it should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foolishness pollutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am claustrophobic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I choke on the mess piled on my mind plate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So forget the cravings for breakfast, lunch and dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always set my place to not even eat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Who the hell set it up for down and out to be a daily routine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is happiness a superhero trying to fight the injustice of being sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or even content?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuckle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuckle and my head tilt to the side to think of that statement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the world not upside down or is it the plague of history repeating a relentful trend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too deep to rectify?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well let the Complicated Simply break it down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the family the friends the independence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in a cruel world I still feel alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head buried in my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scream inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WHAT THE FUCK IS MY PURPOSE?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I go through my day working to live or living to work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even an eventful or exciting day but fulfilled with bore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now don't get me wrong I don't want to jump out of planes or scale building for a living but where does my purpose begin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7602979747395463752-2695351089952778871?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2695351089952778871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/purpose-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/2695351089952778871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/2695351089952778871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/purpose-part-1.html' title='PURPOSE pART 1'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScL9onw-z-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q81VqLSfJYA/s72-c/long_road_ahead_ii_by_tumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-1143948522204630601</id><published>2009-03-02T01:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:21:43.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/Sat66X62RvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gjobNCk7l1M/s1600-h/bleeding_diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308471729058105074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/Sat66X62RvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gjobNCk7l1M/s320/bleeding_diamond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/Sat6kS6DXoI/AAAAAAAAADI/ofXyAfb2LT0/s1600-h/title_diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/Sat6KGgL69I/AAAAAAAAADA/PGYLj-Dd4N0/s1600-h/rough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308470899749153746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/Sat6KGgL69I/AAAAAAAAADA/PGYLj-Dd4N0/s400/rough.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/Sat5-_KBfWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/289Vq8s-xvk/s1600-h/nm_101_27_diamond_080227_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308470708798586210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/Sat5-_KBfWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/289Vq8s-xvk/s400/nm_101_27_diamond_080227_ssh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three of us&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a place where we don’t want to be&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a way&lt;br /&gt;And see brighter days&lt;br /&gt;Carrying brighter hearts and minds&lt;br /&gt;But shut down by a grey world&lt;br /&gt;With the ground and rumble beneath our knees&lt;br /&gt;Hands pressed together&lt;br /&gt;The main Google search is “Purpose”&lt;br /&gt;As tears flow from both eyes&lt;br /&gt;Fluids filled with our curses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking battered moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rummage through sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;And Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with unnecessary guilt from blind judgment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to see the good in the bad&lt;br /&gt;While the Angel on My shoulder is trying to persuade T’s against the Devil on Jah’s&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;When did life begin to be of a difficult nature?&lt;br /&gt;No longer can we find our answers in the dictionary or encyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;Only higher power has the truth set in stone&lt;br /&gt;And we are the diamonds in the rough&lt;br /&gt;Or in the deep seep of concrete we use to tread upon&lt;br /&gt;Lies and obscurities are feed upon&lt;br /&gt;Where does it all end?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say begin for the three?&lt;br /&gt;Bright stars with big hearts&lt;br /&gt;Only leading to a blues melody&lt;br /&gt;“Not one more good deed”&lt;br /&gt;But “Let me get one more drink”&lt;br /&gt;Our issues need to come together with our problems and drown&lt;br /&gt;Knowing they won’t die that way&lt;br /&gt;The fist down on Her&lt;br /&gt;My subconscious playing with Me&lt;br /&gt;And She’s having words cut through her like the sharpest knives&lt;br /&gt;Three very different similarities&lt;br /&gt;He bruises bones&lt;br /&gt;He Breaks hearts&lt;br /&gt;And He has the slightest bit of care in his heart&lt;br /&gt;I know we are diamonds in the rough&lt;br /&gt;But who will free us of our rough exteriors ?&lt;br /&gt;Polish our smiles?&lt;br /&gt;And let us hang, drip, or sit upon their royalties?&lt;br /&gt;Who will see our true beauty ?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we forever&lt;br /&gt;Conflict Diamonds? &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/7602979747395463752-1143948522204630601?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1143948522204630601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/conflict-diamonds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/1143948522204630601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/1143948522204630601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/conflict-diamonds.html' title='Conflict Diamonds'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/Sat66X62RvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gjobNCk7l1M/s72-c/bleeding_diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-7992875487637787556</id><published>2009-03-01T00:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:55:35.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperHero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SaojRpo7tqI/AAAAAAAAACo/VN3bc0z_D1Y/s1600-h/superwoman_colorkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308093896951838370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SaojRpo7tqI/AAAAAAAAACo/VN3bc0z_D1Y/s400/superwoman_colorkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free will&lt;br /&gt;Generosity&lt;br /&gt;and love were the superpowers I donned&lt;br /&gt;Put to use without question&lt;br /&gt;Always putting others before myself&lt;br /&gt;I am selfless girl living in a selfish world&lt;br /&gt;So only time will tell when I too will sleep,eat , and breath the heaviness of selfishness&lt;br /&gt;No longer being the superhero I was born to be&lt;br /&gt;I am selfless girl living in a selfish world&lt;br /&gt;Caring for others even when they are wrong&lt;br /&gt;The weakness that emerges&lt;br /&gt;As crimes of the heart steadily splurge&lt;br /&gt;I am selfless girl living in a selfish world&lt;br /&gt;My enemies being closer than I have perceived&lt;br /&gt;Blood in fact&lt;br /&gt;But I'm coming to grips with what I need to do and what feels right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sitting in silence to use my power of observation&lt;br /&gt;I see things clearly&lt;br /&gt;Yet its become the darkest thing I have ever witnessed&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfless girl living in a selfish world&lt;br /&gt;Not in my power to use selfishness against the selfish&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;But reality has been set&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfless girl living in a selfish world&lt;br /&gt;Trying to save others before myself&lt;br /&gt;But Now I have been defeated&lt;br /&gt;The selfishness has overpowered me&lt;br /&gt;My loving heart destroyed&lt;br /&gt;I'm average girl girl living in a selfish world&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer be what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;The only one I'm saving is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm average girl living in a selfish world&lt;br /&gt;I am simple girl&lt;br /&gt;I am invisible girl&lt;br /&gt;I don't even exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602979747395463752-7992875487637787556?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7992875487637787556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/superhero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/7992875487637787556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/7992875487637787556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/superhero.html' title='SuperHero'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SaojRpo7tqI/AAAAAAAAACo/VN3bc0z_D1Y/s72-c/superwoman_colorkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-6497849708885318595</id><published>2009-03-01T00:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:43:26.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspected by #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SaogchshIuI/AAAAAAAAACg/Dk_vN6rhAQs/s1600-h/InspectedBy13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308090785263067874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SaogchshIuI/AAAAAAAAACg/Dk_vN6rhAQs/s320/InspectedBy13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I look at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to figure you out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A joke and a laugh does it for me but not quiteI seek to know more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when my eyes first laid on yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They napped on questions that still remain there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ever since I've had you on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts of you run through my mind like sneakers to pavement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stepping up to your door with an open mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whose key?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind blending on who is he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm being accepting to my new movement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With anticipation I try and breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing if a connection will link in the distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your voice shooting nerves up and down my spine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within the little time I am attentive to your expression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit scared to the fact that you appear to be that one that you dream about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fantasize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just wanting to know you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get familiarized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many signsI've been blind before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet it's the present not the past that I 'm shooting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's what I want for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I am rooting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to be patient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While temptation pulls for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to pull you towards me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet my words to a halt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stop You need to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No room for bad Quality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602979747395463752-6497849708885318595?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6497849708885318595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspected-by-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/6497849708885318595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/6497849708885318595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspected-by-13.html' title='Inspected by #13'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SaogchshIuI/AAAAAAAAACg/Dk_vN6rhAQs/s72-c/InspectedBy13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-6508758807729934617</id><published>2009-02-23T02:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:17:07.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Trespassing Bed-Stuy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SaJNaofcn6I/AAAAAAAAACY/oI1O53pT6oA/s1600-h/no_tresspassing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305888430937120674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SaJNaofcn6I/AAAAAAAAACY/oI1O53pT6oA/s320/no_tresspassing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your game is not helping you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your mad because you want someone that doesn't want you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like a grimy new yorker your mind is not even on me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you just want someone to satisfy your nerve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a goal you cant reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My face don't say easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yours damn sure says sleazy and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can you be mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to sleep with strangers and wake up with enemies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't try to play me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you step to me everyday and I put you down every time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no is no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this anit play play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milton Bradley is not my trademark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;get it through your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stick with your wife and kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always after some shit you don't need and its ridiculous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not your average girl so walk on by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you mad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;get a grip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fall back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funky attitude cause I wont give you any?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I never even gave you the notion that I did &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so how about you collect yourself and go on about your business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what can you possibly do for me but bring drama to my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its already filled by topics of talk shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so do yourself a favor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and 1 yourself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602979747395463752-6508758807729934617?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6508758807729934617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-trespassing-bed-stuy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/6508758807729934617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/6508758807729934617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-trespassing-bed-stuy.html' title='No Trespassing Bed-Stuy'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SaJNaofcn6I/AAAAAAAAACY/oI1O53pT6oA/s72-c/no_tresspassing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-6848083602285817920</id><published>2009-02-22T01:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:04:18.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No sleep til brooklyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SaEF_BXuhII/AAAAAAAAACI/ZXBtGxYcLIA/s1600-h/brookln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305528416277005442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SaEF_BXuhII/AAAAAAAAACI/ZXBtGxYcLIA/s320/brookln.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes wide open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;look left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ceiling is blank and I am trying to clear my head in the same notion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts of anything that is really not happening in my life is running through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to search for my purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No signs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rub my eyes to clear my vision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet a resemblance to beer goggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;awake for more than 15 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no life to make me tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;only complaining this to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a job I don't like so no need to rest for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stress for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweat, blood, tears and years to nowhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 of your life sleeping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mine less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i keep looking at the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;telling myself to lay down and close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing in the back of my mind that will not happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing anything to waste time and get the heavy eye feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sun soon returns and my eyes now shut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but an alarm disturbs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another sleep less night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602979747395463752-6848083602285817920?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6848083602285817920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-sleep-til-brooklyn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/6848083602285817920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/6848083602285817920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-sleep-til-brooklyn.html' title='No sleep til brooklyn'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SaEF_BXuhII/AAAAAAAAACI/ZXBtGxYcLIA/s72-c/brookln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-5561388013727500646</id><published>2009-02-09T20:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:12:59.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SZDwJNjyhJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7_d1c1Hjt4U/s1600-h/aura3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301000802464334994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SZDwJNjyhJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7_d1c1Hjt4U/s320/aura3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never comprehending the thought of him noticing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't see how this fine specimen could have me in his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silent stares of infatuation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We grant Hi's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We pass by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words never walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts steady running &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pursuing me in hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With possible drama a foot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he drives off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And within reason we meet again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His written perspectives giving me something to think about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who may pity them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I for one have taken seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sort of grasp his concept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand a bit about where he is headed with this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times I sensed a bit of cockiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but who am I to judge what I only view, but not know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He seems to posses a purpose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I indulge in that sort of thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will question &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and answer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My honesty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Vision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in need of good conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in the journey of getting to know him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pack my bags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602979747395463752-5561388013727500646?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5561388013727500646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/5561388013727500646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/5561388013727500646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SZDwJNjyhJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7_d1c1Hjt4U/s72-c/aura3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-348332824988400971</id><published>2009-02-07T16:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:41:16.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SY9kFXhLVfI/AAAAAAAAABI/onrfFPtYVDM/s1600-h/little_girl_praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300565329813657074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SY9kFXhLVfI/AAAAAAAAABI/onrfFPtYVDM/s320/little_girl_praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;It puts my day into perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I grasp confidence, knowledge, and Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;The lines are read in swift eye movements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Words traveling to the sensors in my brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Creating thoughts of what is happening in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;The words circle around my drama and issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Exhaling out in a slow heart beat of relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Once again I am guided in the way of Prosperity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Of Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Taking what is read and applying it to my Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Filling in the holes of my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;The knowledge of a higher Perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Not looking down on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;But from within us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Even still in the ones that have lost their way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Theirs eyes glimmer hope and their hearts pump sincerity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Having witnessed what can happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Miracles in an abundance creating a curiosity for a possible increment of disbelief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;But with the impatience on waiting for miracles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Do we not know what to do or how to act when they arrive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Even when they are present to the eyes and the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;As tangible as the concrete and steel we live around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Yet and still resting on Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;But these words render a peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;A reassurance that everything is going to be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Placing a smile over my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;An endearing bliss over thoughts of heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Getting this all from what he renders it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;My Daily Verse and what it instills in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7602979747395463752-348332824988400971?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/348332824988400971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/daily-verse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/348332824988400971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602979747395463752/posts/default/348332824988400971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/daily-verse.html' title='Daily Verse'/><author><name>Always Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172682433012508095</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/_aEs8VQs4PYo/ScOmlSukc3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/RzCYga_sOSw/S220/Picture0005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SY9kFXhLVfI/AAAAAAAAABI/onrfFPtYVDM/s72-c/little_girl_praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602979747395463752.post-4389845911569549197</id><published>2009-02-01T22:47:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:16:42.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done With Apologies (IF YOU HATE YOUR JOB BUT YOU GOTTA PAY THE BILLS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SYeprS6Yf7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Gds-ddTfUbo/s1600-h/My+JOB.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298390047900860338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SYeprS6Yf7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Gds-ddTfUbo/s320/My+JOB.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEs8VQs4PYo/SYepfF3cO-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/SjY4SswEFv4/s1600-h/My+JOB.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They seek perfection&lt;br /&gt;Never really ready to hear the unique reality of shit&lt;br /&gt;My apologies are never really apologies&lt;br /&gt;More like a front to what truly comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;And my mind&lt;br /&gt;Its a danger zone&lt;br /&gt;Honesty blisters from these lips&lt;br /&gt;Crack &amp;amp; Peel&lt;br /&gt;Talking about things of irrelevance&lt;br /&gt;Or just some shit I don't care to hear about&lt;br /&gt;My mind blurts out that I don't care about your issues&lt;br /&gt;They are not as serious as mine&lt;br /&gt;Having problems you need to deal with on your own&lt;br /&gt;Explaining your life story&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like I should give you praise and glory&lt;br /&gt;Though this position was chosen&lt;br /&gt;It did not choose me&lt;br /&gt;But in this economy&lt;br /&gt;Anit nothing going on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But The Rent&lt;br /&gt;And bills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lining up to be paid&lt;br /&gt;This is the only thing I have right now to achieve that&lt;br /&gt;And that is to apologize and deal with the ways of your constant bullshit&lt;br /&gt;I rant&lt;br /&gt;I rant and rave because people are always gimme gimme gimme&lt;br /&gt;So it takes an asshole to achieve success?&lt;br /&gt;Money to the mountain tops but you retain from having bliss?&lt;br /&gt;So at the little shit you are pissed off at&lt;br /&gt;I laugh&lt;br /&gt;The palm of my hand slapping my knee&lt;br /&gt;Let me play back what you just said and see if your not laughing with me&lt;br /&gt;Yes stupidity and ignorance form around each word your mouth generates&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when I'm told these stories of dissatisfaction my laughter blurts out&lt;br /&gt;Can they sense the sarcasm as I'm listening to them?&lt;br /&gt;As they complain about the smallest things&lt;br /&gt;But Trust me bigger shit is happening in my world&lt;br /&gt;And the petty drama you implode has to be given an apology?&lt;br /&gt;While some still mad yet displaying there is no need for apologies.&lt;br /&gt;No Apology?&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can offer your ungrateful ass anyway&lt;br /&gt;They expect more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Like a Bed, Bath, and Beyond type of situation&lt;br /&gt;But Sorry my job description is not labeled "KISS ASS AGENT"&lt;br /&gt;I grace no one with my sincerest apology&lt;br /&gt;They are not deserving or worthy&lt;br /&gt;Because who I'm really working for ...&lt;br /&gt;Its not this company &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Its for me&lt;br /&gt;So I do apologize for ever applying to this so called position of disgrace&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize that dealing with people is this crazy&lt;br /&gt;In no way do I relate to these people and understand how they feel&lt;br /&gt;Fuck their feelings&lt;br /&gt;I only apologize for not saying mine&lt;br /&gt;Though I would cry while standing on the Unemployment Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7602979747395463752-4389845911569549197?l=theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflooraboveyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4389845911569549197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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