<?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-4123120094272698523</id><updated>2011-09-01T08:00:22.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems in the World</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyone should write poems, for life, for love, for grace</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>518</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-4969463127619011369</id><published>2009-09-15T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:50:14.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressing The Ant</title><content type='html'>Know little, impress the ignorants&lt;br /&gt;Know nothing, impress the masters&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done said the ant&lt;br /&gt;You have a brain, you have power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live upon instinct, searching for food&lt;br /&gt;Never alone, never stopping, just death&lt;br /&gt;I have no desires, I have no mood&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know the purpose of my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search to impress me and I'll ignore&lt;br /&gt;Every attempt that you throw&lt;br /&gt;We have no need for a saviour&lt;br /&gt;For there is nothing more to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not stop for any reason&lt;br /&gt;Searching the ground for us all&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t a collective decision&lt;br /&gt;It’s who we are in this whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us born with a purpose&lt;br /&gt;That we fulfill till the last hour&lt;br /&gt;While you seek the unconscious&lt;br /&gt;I now believe we have power&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-4969463127619011369?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4969463127619011369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=4969463127619011369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4969463127619011369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4969463127619011369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/impressing-ant.html' title='Impressing The Ant'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-5525361722168126536</id><published>2009-09-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:29:22.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past, Future</title><content type='html'>A past with no beginning&lt;br /&gt;A future without end&lt;br /&gt;Each only existing&lt;br /&gt;In the now we transcend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no past&lt;br /&gt;That I can remember&lt;br /&gt;It went too fast&lt;br /&gt;Each day a number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no future&lt;br /&gt;That I can foresee&lt;br /&gt;Each day we endure&lt;br /&gt;The desire to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewriting the past&lt;br /&gt;Having forgotten&lt;br /&gt;A landscape so vast&lt;br /&gt;No lessons were written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past, the future&lt;br /&gt;Already exist&lt;br /&gt;Each, the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Of a second missed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-5525361722168126536?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5525361722168126536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=5525361722168126536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5525361722168126536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5525361722168126536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/past-future.html' title='Past, Future'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-7878659871192957810</id><published>2009-09-14T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:54:05.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Folly</title><content type='html'>There is genius in the folly of man&lt;br /&gt;Because it can, it will change it all&lt;br /&gt;From Anubis to the evergreen Pan&lt;br /&gt;We strive since the original fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t we fools to think we’re gods?&lt;br /&gt;Proclaiming dominion over nature&lt;br /&gt;For the mind we love, we laud&lt;br /&gt;Forgets the vegetal that endures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folly only is, in another’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;As for me, it is the way it is&lt;br /&gt;Why would you hate and deny&lt;br /&gt;What your dogma can’t appease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind is free, as the soul knows&lt;br /&gt;Such conventions can’t ever last&lt;br /&gt;So yes, the self-righteous egos&lt;br /&gt;Can be wrong, can be the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folly against this beautiful reality&lt;br /&gt;Is a necessity for the true life to be&lt;br /&gt;Just like a cold wind during ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;We’d see it all in its clear divinity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-7878659871192957810?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7878659871192957810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=7878659871192957810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7878659871192957810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7878659871192957810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/folly.html' title='Folly'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-4515074286912230988</id><published>2009-09-14T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:53:42.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaw</title><content type='html'>This is a major flaw&lt;br /&gt;I see you as such&lt;br /&gt;I beg you, please go&lt;br /&gt;Am not asking much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil’s not pushing&lt;br /&gt;Anyone to do wrong&lt;br /&gt;We’re what we’re thinking&lt;br /&gt;We are that strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else but me, you&lt;br /&gt;Can claim responsibility&lt;br /&gt;For the flaw that grew&lt;br /&gt;Beyond our identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of reason&lt;br /&gt;Is muffled, inaudible&lt;br /&gt;An ignored lesson&lt;br /&gt;We thought impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for our flaws&lt;br /&gt;They make us human&lt;br /&gt;A reasonable cause&lt;br /&gt;To become brethrens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-4515074286912230988?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4515074286912230988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=4515074286912230988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4515074286912230988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4515074286912230988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/flaw.html' title='Flaw'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-785885936652830900</id><published>2009-09-14T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:53:07.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Thoughts</title><content type='html'>7 thoughts. All at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of hate, of love&lt;br /&gt;Of above, of below&lt;br /&gt;Of a crow, of a dove&lt;br /&gt;In joy, in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;In rejection, in desire&lt;br /&gt;Curiously, disdainfully&lt;br /&gt;Thinking in, thinking out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 thoughts. All at once&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-785885936652830900?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/785885936652830900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=785885936652830900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/785885936652830900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/785885936652830900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-thoughts.html' title='7 Thoughts'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-4120218418823468190</id><published>2009-09-14T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:58:14.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Risen</title><content type='html'>For all I know, I'm rising&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my faults afar&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly climbing&lt;br /&gt;Aware of my inner star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say born in fault&lt;br /&gt;What do they know?&lt;br /&gt;Judging is an assault&lt;br /&gt;On our need to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from the madness&lt;br /&gt;That this reality throws&lt;br /&gt;I cry for tenderness&lt;br /&gt;Of the doves, the crows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rise, I fall higher&lt;br /&gt;Each step bringing pain&lt;br /&gt;Yet joy grows closer&lt;br /&gt;To my heart slain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risen he is, risen I am&lt;br /&gt;Never lost, nor wandering&lt;br /&gt;We journey because we can&lt;br /&gt;For we are one, dreaming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-4120218418823468190?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4120218418823468190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=4120218418823468190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4120218418823468190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4120218418823468190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/risen.html' title='Risen'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-1040858527745226519</id><published>2009-09-14T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:57:52.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic</title><content type='html'>Down on my knee&lt;br /&gt;I favour thee&lt;br /&gt;None can see&lt;br /&gt;What could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;It can't be more real&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay still&lt;br /&gt;So much to reveal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mistake&lt;br /&gt;To want a break&lt;br /&gt;Coming is the wake&lt;br /&gt;A new heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart frantic&lt;br /&gt;To me speak&lt;br /&gt;Your lips stoic&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a brick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart's a weight&lt;br /&gt;To those who wait&lt;br /&gt;Seek, seek your fate&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-1040858527745226519?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1040858527745226519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=1040858527745226519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1040858527745226519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1040858527745226519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/romantic.html' title='Romantic'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-9121392445410530897</id><published>2009-09-14T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:57:28.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire of Lie</title><content type='html'>The fire of lie consumes&lt;br /&gt;All those who listen&lt;br /&gt;It’s in all perfumes&lt;br /&gt;In all that glistens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we must succumb&lt;br /&gt;To its charms eternal&lt;br /&gt;To have the right sum&lt;br /&gt;You need a devil, an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what you want&lt;br /&gt;Remember what you say&lt;br /&gt;Or your words will haunt&lt;br /&gt;The remainder of your days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the truth you seek?&lt;br /&gt;You won’t find it here&lt;br /&gt;It’s not for the weak&lt;br /&gt;It’s not what it appears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hidden in plain view&lt;br /&gt;In the legends of old&lt;br /&gt;A word can be a clue&lt;br /&gt;Others will turn cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-9121392445410530897?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9121392445410530897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=9121392445410530897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/9121392445410530897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/9121392445410530897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/fire-of-lie.html' title='Fire of Lie'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-166185672723019592</id><published>2009-09-14T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:57:05.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing More</title><content type='html'>I wait for nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Than what has been given&lt;br /&gt;The tree of knowing&lt;br /&gt;The snow of the morning&lt;br /&gt;The clouds of rain&lt;br /&gt;The learning of pain&lt;br /&gt;The fire of passion&lt;br /&gt;The agony of reason&lt;br /&gt;The heart of soul&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a rice bowl&lt;br /&gt;The death of life&lt;br /&gt;The arrival of strife&lt;br /&gt;A child to be born&lt;br /&gt;An oath to be sworn&lt;br /&gt;A music to be played&lt;br /&gt;An opinion to be swayed&lt;br /&gt;A dance to be reeled&lt;br /&gt;A mind to be healed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for nothing more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-166185672723019592?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/166185672723019592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=166185672723019592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/166185672723019592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/166185672723019592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-more.html' title='Nothing More'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-1495159869656990532</id><published>2009-09-14T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:58:42.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Moment</title><content type='html'>Nothing more precious&lt;br /&gt;Than the moment we're in&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more obvious&lt;br /&gt;It’s where it all begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is full of changes&lt;br /&gt;The future, full of ideas&lt;br /&gt;No one’s lived there for ages&lt;br /&gt;Deep in dogma, in dramas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t stay in the moment&lt;br /&gt;It’s not ours to hold, to keep&lt;br /&gt;See it without being absent&lt;br /&gt;Seed what you want to reap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all so fleeting, yet connected&lt;br /&gt;As a movie we can’t rewind&lt;br /&gt;Where each scene’s uncharted&lt;br /&gt;Each actor, left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in the moment is all there is&lt;br /&gt;Nothing dramatic, nothing religious&lt;br /&gt;We step into each second with ease&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to be free, to never be cautious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-1495159869656990532?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1495159869656990532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=1495159869656990532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1495159869656990532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1495159869656990532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-moment.html' title='In The Moment'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-4549386229261844955</id><published>2009-08-21T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:52:07.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualities</title><content type='html'>I have four qualities&lt;br /&gt;Some of them even good&lt;br /&gt;They are my destiny&lt;br /&gt;They’re my priesthood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words of a poet&lt;br /&gt;With something to say&lt;br /&gt;Putting life in bracket&lt;br /&gt;To lead you astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rage of a warrior&lt;br /&gt;Deep within my soul&lt;br /&gt;The hate of a saviour&lt;br /&gt;Ready to slay, control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lust of a satyr&lt;br /&gt;Lost in all pleasures&lt;br /&gt;The now’s my attire&lt;br /&gt;A religion of doers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking like a wise man&lt;br /&gt;As I know good and evil&lt;br /&gt;Teaching like the pan&lt;br /&gt;To those who seek an angel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-4549386229261844955?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4549386229261844955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=4549386229261844955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4549386229261844955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4549386229261844955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/qualities.html' title='Qualities'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-5998952074627333742</id><published>2009-08-21T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:51:46.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of Four Moons</title><content type='html'>It was a night like none had seen&lt;br /&gt;Dark, bright, fours moons appeared&lt;br /&gt;The earth shook, reversed its mean&lt;br /&gt;Yet, nothing was to be feared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valleys turned into mountains&lt;br /&gt;Mountains became lakes&lt;br /&gt;Rivers exploded into fountains&lt;br /&gt;Tropics saw their first snowflake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stood, we lived it all&lt;br /&gt;In the change but not of it&lt;br /&gt;Bystanders of the fall&lt;br /&gt;It was done, complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one died, no one lived&lt;br /&gt;It seemed but a long dream&lt;br /&gt;Was it true? Did I believe?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t it a bit extreme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night of the four moons&lt;br /&gt;We evolved beyond passion&lt;br /&gt;All finally with others in tune&lt;br /&gt;Eternally back into reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-5998952074627333742?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5998952074627333742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=5998952074627333742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5998952074627333742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5998952074627333742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/night-of-four-moons.html' title='Night of Four Moons'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-5895209804604799045</id><published>2009-08-21T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:51:00.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noise</title><content type='html'>It's all noise to me&lt;br /&gt;The words you use&lt;br /&gt;It is but my reality&lt;br /&gt;Yet mine to abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all noise to me&lt;br /&gt;Each silly excuse&lt;br /&gt;Can’t I see&lt;br /&gt;The life I refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all noise to me&lt;br /&gt;Sentences so grand&lt;br /&gt;All seem to agree&lt;br /&gt;To my will they bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all noise to me&lt;br /&gt;The songs I cry&lt;br /&gt;I seem carefree&lt;br /&gt;Yet ready to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all noise to me&lt;br /&gt;It’s my voice I hear&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;For I am so clear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-5895209804604799045?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5895209804604799045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=5895209804604799045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5895209804604799045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5895209804604799045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/noise.html' title='Noise'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-7248219515726753975</id><published>2009-08-21T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:50:25.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Affected</title><content type='html'>Every death&lt;br /&gt;Every birth&lt;br /&gt;Affects me&lt;br /&gt;Defines me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cycle&lt;br /&gt;Every one-off&lt;br /&gt;Takes me&lt;br /&gt;Ignores me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every start&lt;br /&gt;Every stop&lt;br /&gt;Pushes me&lt;br /&gt;Pulls me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning&lt;br /&gt;Every evening&lt;br /&gt;Wakes me&lt;br /&gt;Tires me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word&lt;br /&gt;Every sentence&lt;br /&gt;Teaches me&lt;br /&gt;Confuses me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-7248219515726753975?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7248219515726753975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=7248219515726753975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7248219515726753975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7248219515726753975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/affected.html' title='Affected'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-2690222752974450599</id><published>2009-08-21T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:47:45.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to Learn</title><content type='html'>We have so much to learn&lt;br /&gt;About the bees, the Gods&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kind so stubborn&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t we awed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple and complicated&lt;br /&gt;This illusion appears so&lt;br /&gt;Yet it should be so feted&lt;br /&gt;For the beauty of the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must know it all&lt;br /&gt;To survive such danger&lt;br /&gt;For neither birth nor fall&lt;br /&gt;Seems to make us better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know, to be wise&lt;br /&gt;Can never be a privilege&lt;br /&gt;For all truths, all lies&lt;br /&gt;Are our only real college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to learn we must&lt;br /&gt;Yet all is already in us&lt;br /&gt;Your faith is therefore just&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the fuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-2690222752974450599?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2690222752974450599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=2690222752974450599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2690222752974450599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2690222752974450599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-much-to-learn.html' title='So Much to Learn'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-7775593769112510048</id><published>2009-08-21T00:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:49:03.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not All</title><content type='html'>Not all that is out of the past&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense in the present&lt;br /&gt;Some we better forget fast&lt;br /&gt;Others is simply too brilliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has disappeared&lt;br /&gt;It is still here, in our stories&lt;br /&gt;All to always be revered&lt;br /&gt;For its wisdom each carries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all that is in the future&lt;br /&gt;Is really worth suffering for&lt;br /&gt;Some of it we can endure&lt;br /&gt;Most of it we should ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is the present&lt;br /&gt;The only gift forever&lt;br /&gt;A tail eater serpent&lt;br /&gt;Teaching us laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History keeps all heroes&lt;br /&gt;For us to enjoy, to cry&lt;br /&gt;For God only knows&lt;br /&gt;How we will all die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-7775593769112510048?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7775593769112510048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=7775593769112510048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7775593769112510048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7775593769112510048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-all-not-all-that-is-out-of-past.html' title='Not All'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-9203224825029746944</id><published>2009-08-21T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:46:47.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Condolences</title><content type='html'>No condolences please&lt;br /&gt;Life truly just happen&lt;br /&gt;Be at peace, at ease&lt;br /&gt;Life need not be beaten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't your fault&lt;br /&gt;We are bystanders&lt;br /&gt;Life comes to a halt&lt;br /&gt;Yet we are its actors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not express regrets&lt;br /&gt;It shows little understanding&lt;br /&gt;You must never forget&lt;br /&gt;That all keep on living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry if you must, a right&lt;br /&gt;It’ll make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;It’s for your own light&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of your coming hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No condolences please&lt;br /&gt;It is time to move on&lt;br /&gt;One of many stories&lt;br /&gt;Who’ll never be gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-9203224825029746944?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9203224825029746944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=9203224825029746944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/9203224825029746944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/9203224825029746944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-condolences.html' title='No Condolences'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6063856901285064788</id><published>2009-08-21T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:46:27.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exceptions</title><content type='html'>Exceptions define us&lt;br /&gt;They fascinate, enthrall&lt;br /&gt;Like a divine chorus&lt;br /&gt;No one’s ever normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s in each difference&lt;br /&gt;That the world thrives&lt;br /&gt;It is not by chance&lt;br /&gt;It’s how we survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are independent&lt;br /&gt;Tough individuals&lt;br /&gt;We’re all brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Almost all equals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born to make a mark&lt;br /&gt;We chose our destiny&lt;br /&gt;Based on a gift, a spark&lt;br /&gt;An ability to shape reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet a separation exist&lt;br /&gt;When such exceptions&lt;br /&gt;Forces us to persist&lt;br /&gt;Against one direction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6063856901285064788?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6063856901285064788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6063856901285064788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6063856901285064788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6063856901285064788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/exceptions.html' title='Exceptions'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6682730798242813670</id><published>2009-08-21T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:46:05.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Craft</title><content type='html'>To be gifted with a craft&lt;br /&gt;Is the ultimate passion&lt;br /&gt;None have laughed&lt;br /&gt;At he with a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hands or in the mind&lt;br /&gt;A skill can set you free&lt;br /&gt;To mold, to not be confined&lt;br /&gt;To an alternative reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achieve what others&lt;br /&gt;Can only dream of&lt;br /&gt;Be a standard bearer&lt;br /&gt;Ignore those who scoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn it now, learn it later&lt;br /&gt;But learn how to create&lt;br /&gt;Take a minute, an hour&lt;br /&gt;Make it your own fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ever worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;To achieve mastery&lt;br /&gt;And live in the style&lt;br /&gt;Of the best in History&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6682730798242813670?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6682730798242813670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6682730798242813670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6682730798242813670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6682730798242813670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/craft.html' title='A Craft'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-5535566663657965386</id><published>2009-08-21T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:45:32.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Wrong?</title><content type='html'>Am I wrong to want to be right?&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I won’t always be&lt;br /&gt;It is the search that in me ignites&lt;br /&gt;A sense of the right way to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to be wrong is a gift divine&lt;br /&gt;To be aware of wisdom unattained&lt;br /&gt;For each step will help refine&lt;br /&gt;A thinking finally unchained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right and wrong we all are&lt;br /&gt;As we balance in the shade&lt;br /&gt;Of a knowledge without par&lt;br /&gt;An essence of which we’re made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend our days finding&lt;br /&gt;What is right, what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of the wise man hiding&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside what is but a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not wrong to seek to be right&lt;br /&gt;It is my sworn duty, my privilege&lt;br /&gt;No one else can take my fight&lt;br /&gt;Each must create its own language&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-5535566663657965386?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5535566663657965386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=5535566663657965386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5535566663657965386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5535566663657965386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-i-wrong.html' title='Am I Wrong?'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-1909021034381755664</id><published>2009-07-31T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:09:43.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Nothing, Into Nothing</title><content type='html'>Out of nothing, into nothing&lt;br /&gt;There is hope in this message&lt;br /&gt;For it is there that we’ll be asking&lt;br /&gt;Is this wisdom or a presage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nothing we come&lt;br /&gt;As if we could know&lt;br /&gt;It’s the key to a kingdom&lt;br /&gt;That a few souls foresaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into nothing we go&lt;br /&gt;A rather empty promise&lt;br /&gt;For a better morrow&lt;br /&gt;Full of joy and bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet between the two&lt;br /&gt;Stand a now eternal&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing is due&lt;br /&gt;To be carnal, spiritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come from a place&lt;br /&gt;That we’ll return into&lt;br /&gt;Choose evil or grace&lt;br /&gt;For both are so true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-1909021034381755664?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1909021034381755664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=1909021034381755664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1909021034381755664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1909021034381755664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-of-nothing-into-nothing.html' title='Out of Nothing, Into Nothing'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-2725152995963843394</id><published>2009-07-31T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:32:08.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Shadows Cast</title><content type='html'>As shadows cast their wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Unto this unforgiving light&lt;br /&gt;The flowers mature, blossom&lt;br /&gt;Ready to make everything right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world of light and night&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows are reminders&lt;br /&gt;That to achieve eternal delight&lt;br /&gt;We need not to find an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are light, we are darkness&lt;br /&gt;We are not good, we are not bad&lt;br /&gt;We choose our own weakness&lt;br /&gt;We can be happy or truly sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows do not speak&lt;br /&gt;Yet they mark a certain path&lt;br /&gt;They are part of our mystique&lt;br /&gt;Giving us a darker advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we stand under the sun&lt;br /&gt;Apart for one another&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows just run&lt;br /&gt;To connect with its brothers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-2725152995963843394?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2725152995963843394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=2725152995963843394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2725152995963843394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2725152995963843394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-shadows-cast.html' title='As Shadows Cast'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-2330886436155159808</id><published>2009-07-31T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:47:28.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind a Smile</title><content type='html'>What's behind a smile&lt;br /&gt;A pain immeasurable&lt;br /&gt;We have joy for a while&lt;br /&gt;In this world so unstable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a mask to avoid pity&lt;br /&gt;As we prefer to be alone&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to our reality&lt;br /&gt;We know what we’ve sown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to you, I say safely&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy, even elated&lt;br /&gt;You smile, you agree&lt;br /&gt;We’re not yet defeated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, we balance&lt;br /&gt;Between love and hate&lt;br /&gt;Giving a voice to silence&lt;br /&gt;Giving orders to fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind a smile, I’m alive&lt;br /&gt;Burning in a hellish paradise&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do anything to survive&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I pay the price&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-2330886436155159808?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2330886436155159808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=2330886436155159808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2330886436155159808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2330886436155159808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/behind-smile.html' title='Behind a Smile'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-224095362432184278</id><published>2009-07-31T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:35:05.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swept With Violence</title><content type='html'>Swept with violence&lt;br /&gt;My mind fights back&lt;br /&gt;Searching a balance&lt;br /&gt;That none can attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peacefulness is a myth&lt;br /&gt;For we strive in extreme&lt;br /&gt;What evil lies beneath&lt;br /&gt;This potent insane dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with a choice&lt;br /&gt;We define who we are&lt;br /&gt;We cry, even rejoice&lt;br /&gt;Just a star with a scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for harmony&lt;br /&gt;As we fall among ideas&lt;br /&gt;Each true to his own story&lt;br /&gt;Lost into an eternal drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m swept with violence&lt;br /&gt;In every thought, action&lt;br /&gt;Burning with brilliance&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-224095362432184278?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/224095362432184278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=224095362432184278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/224095362432184278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/224095362432184278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/swept-with-violence.html' title='Swept With Violence'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-992401668457828428</id><published>2009-07-31T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:20:41.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Windows</title><content type='html'>A thousand windows&lt;br /&gt;In a thousand worlds&lt;br /&gt;Who on earth knows&lt;br /&gt;What had been hurled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through each, a face&lt;br /&gt;All of us as one, peaking&lt;br /&gt;At the future of our race&lt;br /&gt;Claiming foul, blaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unbalanced word&lt;br /&gt;Closes just another&lt;br /&gt;Now, looking inward&lt;br /&gt;Cursing that hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While its opposite&lt;br /&gt;Brings about a smile&lt;br /&gt;Pushes the limit&lt;br /&gt;But just for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousands windows&lt;br /&gt;Must stay open always&lt;br /&gt;So that everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;We are life set ablaze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-992401668457828428?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/992401668457828428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=992401668457828428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/992401668457828428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/992401668457828428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/thousand-windows.html' title='A Thousand Windows'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-645481768632383009</id><published>2009-07-31T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T05:35:24.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed To Learn</title><content type='html'>What I needed to learn, no one taught me&lt;br /&gt;I bit the hell out of books and tested it all&lt;br /&gt;Daily, I wrote a page of my destiny&lt;br /&gt;What I truly believe in can make me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some taught me what I didn't need to learn&lt;br /&gt;Others, strangers it seems, did the opposite&lt;br /&gt;A few showed me the world I could earn&lt;br /&gt;If to their self-righteous will, I could only submit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in everyone I met, wisdom was imparted&lt;br /&gt;Often against my will, but always to my benefit&lt;br /&gt;I can only wish, with all the words I chanted&lt;br /&gt;Some touched you and felt truly sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you learn constantly without prejudice&lt;br /&gt;You can fail and move on without a scratch&lt;br /&gt;Finally aware of the true meaning of peace&lt;br /&gt;You find life fascinating, finally able to detach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never know everything, learning’s not over&lt;br /&gt;It is path that I can’t move away from&lt;br /&gt;It’s addictive to want to become better&lt;br /&gt;Yet the journey, not the end, makes you calm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-645481768632383009?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/645481768632383009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=645481768632383009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/645481768632383009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/645481768632383009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/needed-to-learn.html' title='Needed To Learn'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-5654486556667340991</id><published>2009-07-31T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T04:02:08.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Pompeii</title><content type='html'>Oh, Pompeii, my love buried&lt;br /&gt;You’ll know not my pain&lt;br /&gt;Why do I alone bleed?&lt;br /&gt;As you died under the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your street bleached by the sun&lt;br /&gt;Will never see the light of day&lt;br /&gt;As that God will take another run&lt;br /&gt;You’ll freeze in eternal dismay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do I long to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Why did I leave to cross the bay?&lt;br /&gt;I was truly happy, especially then&lt;br /&gt;For I knew I’d be back your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be wrong without forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;A punishment stronger that hate&lt;br /&gt;My lame words, I can only confess&lt;br /&gt;Describe my haste to join your fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Pompeii, so imperfect&lt;br /&gt;You were the right bride&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your eternal subject&lt;br /&gt;A wanderer without pride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-5654486556667340991?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5654486556667340991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=5654486556667340991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5654486556667340991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5654486556667340991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-pompeii.html' title='Oh, Pompeii'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6437895081592799175</id><published>2009-07-31T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:43:36.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Long</title><content type='html'>You’ve waited too long&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;She will never know&lt;br /&gt;That you loved her so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the love you want?&lt;br /&gt;Unclaimed, to forever haunt&lt;br /&gt;Your tortured soul, sadly&lt;br /&gt;Who needs such a reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is much better to fail&lt;br /&gt;Than to hide behind a veil&lt;br /&gt;Of excuses and reasons&lt;br /&gt;Every single one a treason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be bold and claim your due&lt;br /&gt;To your heart, just be true&lt;br /&gt;It is your birthright to love&lt;br /&gt;A gift from the Gods above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time matters very little&lt;br /&gt;Go forth, propose, hustle&lt;br /&gt;Tell her your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Let her your heart redeem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6437895081592799175?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6437895081592799175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6437895081592799175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6437895081592799175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6437895081592799175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-long.html' title='Too Long'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6935085711736279969</id><published>2009-07-31T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:24:12.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No One's Coming</title><content type='html'>No one's coming to rescue you&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you to find your way&lt;br /&gt;To let your soul die anew&lt;br /&gt;Even let your mind go astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you lost on the right path?&lt;br /&gt;Or going fast on the wrong road&lt;br /&gt;Did you start it out of wrath?&lt;br /&gt;Or fell into what you’d sowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek not another’s views&lt;br /&gt;You followed a different river&lt;br /&gt;Both of you will be confused&lt;br /&gt;You own your own answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search or wait if you must&lt;br /&gt;Do not lose sight of reality&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one you can trust&lt;br /&gt;To take care of your destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even the state you’re in&lt;br /&gt;Even if it’s bad, rejoice&lt;br /&gt;For no one is coming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6935085711736279969?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6935085711736279969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6935085711736279969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6935085711736279969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6935085711736279969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-ones-coming.html' title='No One&apos;s Coming'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-596381426933153903</id><published>2009-07-31T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:33:07.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Lost</title><content type='html'>A fleeting idea passing through&lt;br /&gt;Unrecorded and so, lost forever&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t its time to make us better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ideas are funny that way&lt;br /&gt;Claiming dominion on their time&lt;br /&gt;Only when we’re ready to play&lt;br /&gt;Waiting till then for the right clime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even stranger, you can save it&lt;br /&gt;Publish it, tell everyone, scream it&lt;br /&gt;No mind will register nor benefit&lt;br /&gt;For the time it came didn’t fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning of time&lt;br /&gt;Ideas have been expressed&lt;br /&gt;Some are still in their prime&lt;br /&gt;Others, have been put to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those we were not ready for&lt;br /&gt;They wait for us all to mature&lt;br /&gt;Then they’ll be brought to the fore&lt;br /&gt;Through a poem in itself so pure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-596381426933153903?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/596381426933153903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=596381426933153903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/596381426933153903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/596381426933153903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/forever-lost.html' title='Forever Lost'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6693557510077915926</id><published>2009-06-30T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:49:29.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't</title><content type='html'>Don't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I might not like myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm stranger of my own&lt;br /&gt;With no sense of self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a testament&lt;br /&gt;To an insane dependence&lt;br /&gt;It's just when you're absent&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can stand on my own&lt;br /&gt;I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;But now that I've known&lt;br /&gt;I simply want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's with you that I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;That I feel for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;That I push, that I strive&lt;br /&gt;To be your true hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two souls, one purpose&lt;br /&gt;Entangled eternally&lt;br /&gt;In the dance of the rose&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to finality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6693557510077915926?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6693557510077915926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6693557510077915926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6693557510077915926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6693557510077915926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont.html' title='Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-5107904985027107236</id><published>2009-06-30T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:30:27.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song in the Morning</title><content type='html'>A song in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I pray, I beg of you&lt;br /&gt;A few words that ring&lt;br /&gt;As the day becomes anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rhythm, a note, a voice&lt;br /&gt;It's all it takes to be free&lt;br /&gt;After that, it's all a choice&lt;br /&gt;Though it's time to boogie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you sing, life disappears&lt;br /&gt;Your pains are left behind&lt;br /&gt;They might even reappear&lt;br /&gt;But not before you unwind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sing till you can no more&lt;br /&gt;Then sing one last song&lt;br /&gt;Till you finally find the cure&lt;br /&gt;To all that's gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is but a melody&lt;br /&gt;We, the singers&lt;br /&gt;A musical reality&lt;br /&gt;Born in laughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-5107904985027107236?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5107904985027107236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=5107904985027107236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5107904985027107236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5107904985027107236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-in-morning.html' title='A Song in the Morning'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-4125320938750904923</id><published>2009-06-30T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:03:53.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sinner's Joy</title><content type='html'>Can a sinner experience joy?&lt;br /&gt;At least for a moment it seems&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure of the flesh destroy&lt;br /&gt;Every fantasy, even all our dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to sin is forever tempting&lt;br /&gt;We were designed to succumb&lt;br /&gt;To a life forever ending&lt;br /&gt;In the pleasure of the tomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reveal ourselves in sin&lt;br /&gt;Our hidden thoughts arise&lt;br /&gt;The without is the within&lt;br /&gt;We are one in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The righteous will claim foul&lt;br /&gt;To the idea that we could enjoy&lt;br /&gt;What comes from our bowels&lt;br /&gt;Where pleasure is but a toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet a sinner's joy is in the mind&lt;br /&gt;A star storm triggers ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;And if you are so ever inclined&lt;br /&gt;Join us in our sinful humanity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-4125320938750904923?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4125320938750904923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=4125320938750904923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4125320938750904923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4125320938750904923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/sinners-joy.html' title='A Sinner&apos;s Joy'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-3666172333042209081</id><published>2009-06-30T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:44:47.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Paths</title><content type='html'>Many paths lead to the same end&lt;br /&gt;As many Gods will give you advice&lt;br /&gt;Some even promising you'll ascend&lt;br /&gt;Into heaven, if you pay the price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many paths bring me to you&lt;br /&gt;No matter how lost I am&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;We're pawns in this scam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many paths take me away&lt;br /&gt;Tempted by every crossroads&lt;br /&gt;It's like an indecent foreplay&lt;br /&gt;As I listen to the devil's code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many paths lead to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Existing in my mind only&lt;br /&gt;To be Frank, it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;It's not even my name, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many paths are but circles&lt;br /&gt;Leading back to their start&lt;br /&gt;It's like an endless cycle&lt;br /&gt;As we're never far apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-3666172333042209081?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3666172333042209081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=3666172333042209081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3666172333042209081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3666172333042209081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/many-paths.html' title='Many Paths'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-8395310643405485280</id><published>2009-06-30T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:33:23.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruises &amp; Scars</title><content type='html'>Bruises worn with pride&lt;br /&gt;Scars, badges of pain&lt;br /&gt;There's no point to hide&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't always rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each a proof you're alive&lt;br /&gt;Ready to fight, to act&lt;br /&gt;Against odds, you thrive&lt;br /&gt;Always in full contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking risk in your hands&lt;br /&gt;A choice to never be bland&lt;br /&gt;At home, in different lands&lt;br /&gt;At least once, to be grand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will fade, others eternal&lt;br /&gt;A right of passage for the brave&lt;br /&gt;Each impact your seeking soul&lt;br /&gt;They'll join you in the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marking the episodes&lt;br /&gt;Of a day full, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;This is your code&lt;br /&gt;A need to rule&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-8395310643405485280?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8395310643405485280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=8395310643405485280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8395310643405485280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8395310643405485280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/bruises-scars.html' title='Bruises &amp; Scars'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-5810081566782492207</id><published>2009-06-30T08:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:36:41.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Know</title><content type='html'>We know it all, so we think&lt;br /&gt;At an early age it seems&lt;br /&gt;As life passes in a blink&lt;br /&gt;We loose that insipid dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mankind aims to be better&lt;br /&gt;Yet looses what it once knew&lt;br /&gt;At the whims of a pope, a Caesar&lt;br /&gt;We forget what once was true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know that we know nothing&lt;br /&gt;Is pop psychology at its best&lt;br /&gt;We know a little something&lt;br /&gt;On that we build the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, knowledge is immutable&lt;br /&gt;What was once known, still exists&lt;br /&gt;It needs to be found by the able&lt;br /&gt;Those capable of following the twists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you know is just that&lt;br /&gt;You may seek more at all times&lt;br /&gt;Stay ignorant, it's your right&lt;br /&gt;Do not complain at nighttime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-5810081566782492207?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5810081566782492207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=5810081566782492207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5810081566782492207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5810081566782492207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-know.html' title='We Know'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-1151367429269526566</id><published>2009-06-30T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:36:29.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Friends</title><content type='html'>We loose friends from time to time&lt;br /&gt;We don't know where we've put them&lt;br /&gt;One second, we're playing till past nine&lt;br /&gt;The next, we can't remember their name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a joy to know them, sadness to not&lt;br /&gt;We might meet again along a different path&lt;br /&gt;Exchange memories of the battle we fought&lt;br /&gt;Then move on, enter our own impasse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those moment we shared, I cry alone&lt;br /&gt;I knew not then what they were, what they are&lt;br /&gt;They are my life condensed to the bone&lt;br /&gt; It was I, it was they, life's so bizarre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday was an experience, a test&lt;br /&gt;Decisions taken with little thoughts&lt;br /&gt;We were alive, no time to rest&lt;br /&gt;Running across time's empty lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were friends, we'll stay that way&lt;br /&gt;Time is nothing in this equation&lt;br /&gt;We talked then, we have more to say&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is eternal, always in motion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-1151367429269526566?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1151367429269526566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=1151367429269526566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1151367429269526566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1151367429269526566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-friends.html' title='Lost Friends'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-412238474780358713</id><published>2009-06-30T08:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:36:05.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Crime</title><content type='html'>A life not lived is a crime&lt;br /&gt;Against all who've fought&lt;br /&gt;To make it ever so sublime&lt;br /&gt;By the same simple thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware every single second&lt;br /&gt;To live, you must be alive&lt;br /&gt;Always able to respond&lt;br /&gt;To never stop, never arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a mistake is a present&lt;br /&gt;Given to a perfect yet restless soul&lt;br /&gt;To grow, declare your talent&lt;br /&gt;To a lost world without a role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claim this birthright so ancient&lt;br /&gt;That no one knows its origin&lt;br /&gt;Why do seek the coiled serpent?&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't we live the earth virgin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we are because we can&lt;br /&gt;A life not lived is a sad testament&lt;br /&gt;To a creator who made us free-men&lt;br /&gt;So we could become brilliant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-412238474780358713?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/412238474780358713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=412238474780358713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/412238474780358713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/412238474780358713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-crime.html' title='Life&apos;s Crime'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-8901494354808772204</id><published>2009-06-30T08:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:35:47.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait No Longer</title><content type='html'>Wait no longer, choose your path&lt;br /&gt;Select the role you want to play&lt;br /&gt;Stomp on the forbidden grass&lt;br /&gt;Ignore those who decide your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing you need to wait for&lt;br /&gt;It's already all in your heart, your soul&lt;br /&gt;Needing to just let it come to the fore&lt;br /&gt;Do not fight what makes you whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you wait, the harder life is&lt;br /&gt;As you do what you weren't meant for&lt;br /&gt;Your suffering comes with relative ease&lt;br /&gt;As you forget the child you were before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting serves no one, it's for the weak&lt;br /&gt;Time never comes back, it moves on&lt;br /&gt;Should you choose to be unique&lt;br /&gt;Regrets and fear will all be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait no longer, claim your heritage&lt;br /&gt;For everyone that made a mark&lt;br /&gt;Is your ancestor in this voyage&lt;br /&gt;It is now time for you to embark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-8901494354808772204?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8901494354808772204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=8901494354808772204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8901494354808772204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8901494354808772204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/wait-no-longer.html' title='Wait No Longer'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6177379753079953245</id><published>2009-06-30T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:35:30.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Loved</title><content type='html'>To let yourself be loved is hard&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to love without rewards&lt;br /&gt;For to accept another's regard&lt;br /&gt;You must let down your guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must let the other see you&lt;br /&gt;As you are, without being uneasy&lt;br /&gt;Your faults will be in plain view&lt;br /&gt;Yet you'll be followed blindly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of another's love, you are worthy&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who you are&lt;br /&gt;It is one of life's greatest mystery&lt;br /&gt;Someone sees your star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be seeking such road&lt;br /&gt;Or following a preset destiny&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, life will explode&lt;br /&gt;Taking you away from reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be loved is a gift eternal&lt;br /&gt;Yet so few of us can accept it&lt;br /&gt;For it's a fire so harsh, so final&lt;br /&gt;No one knows if we are fit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6177379753079953245?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6177379753079953245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6177379753079953245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6177379753079953245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6177379753079953245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-be-loved.html' title='To Be Loved'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-7702657675658790552</id><published>2009-05-31T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:20:59.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Son</title><content type='html'>A son’s always born noble&lt;br /&gt;No matter his ancestry&lt;br /&gt;Need not to prove he’s able&lt;br /&gt;To anyone but he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live not through your son&lt;br /&gt;It is not his destiny&lt;br /&gt;Achieve your own union&lt;br /&gt;Claim your destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him develop at will&lt;br /&gt;Create and destroy&lt;br /&gt;Though you can instill&lt;br /&gt;The will to learn, to joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide, never direct&lt;br /&gt;Show the end, not how&lt;br /&gt;Let him stand erect&lt;br /&gt;And experience his now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A son reports to none&lt;br /&gt;But his soul ever perfect&lt;br /&gt;Just as you had done&lt;br /&gt;So give him respect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-7702657675658790552?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7702657675658790552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=7702657675658790552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7702657675658790552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7702657675658790552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/son.html' title='A Son'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-7025718938683539961</id><published>2009-05-31T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:53:16.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time</title><content type='html'>For the first time&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't miss this&lt;br /&gt;The endless grime&lt;br /&gt;The eternal beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic in everything&lt;br /&gt;In pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Doing the right thing&lt;br /&gt;Standing in a shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being awed always&lt;br /&gt;Jaded beyond repair&lt;br /&gt;Setting a heart ablaze&lt;br /&gt;Freezing in despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each first time&lt;br /&gt;We know reality&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the sublime&lt;br /&gt;Even in the nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s a first&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s repeated&lt;br /&gt;Keep your thirst&lt;br /&gt;It can’t be defeated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-7025718938683539961?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7025718938683539961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=7025718938683539961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7025718938683539961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7025718938683539961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-first-time.html' title='For the first time'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-8242598141248512434</id><published>2009-05-31T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:20:34.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Certainty</title><content type='html'>There is no certainty&lt;br /&gt;For sure, not even death&lt;br /&gt;As we are, but truly&lt;br /&gt;Sons of our faiths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we speak surely&lt;br /&gt;As we know it all&lt;br /&gt;Giving ever so freely&lt;br /&gt;What we can’t recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will come&lt;br /&gt;Even we’re not here&lt;br /&gt;Yet we can’t fathom&lt;br /&gt;It actually disappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re certain we’re right&lt;br /&gt;We own the right thinking&lt;br /&gt;So we argue, start to fight&lt;br /&gt;Finding solace in forgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no certainty&lt;br /&gt;Though we claim to differ&lt;br /&gt;We think ever so passively&lt;br /&gt;Choosing another’s answer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-8242598141248512434?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8242598141248512434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=8242598141248512434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8242598141248512434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8242598141248512434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-certainty.html' title='No Certainty'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-9103937707581084730</id><published>2009-05-31T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:05:42.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senseless words</title><content type='html'>Sitting all afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Talking about nothing&lt;br /&gt;Doing it again soon&lt;br /&gt;This is true living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senseless banter&lt;br /&gt;With no purpose&lt;br /&gt;But to enjoy an hour&lt;br /&gt;Without any fuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted away today&lt;br /&gt;Gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;No creation, no decay&lt;br /&gt;No joy, no sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking endlessly&lt;br /&gt;With no other reason&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;Each other’s passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senseless words&lt;br /&gt;Mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;Yet we’re wizards&lt;br /&gt;Of never ending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-9103937707581084730?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9103937707581084730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=9103937707581084730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/9103937707581084730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/9103937707581084730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/senseless-words.html' title='Senseless words'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-9154037414360322609</id><published>2009-05-31T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:59:00.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>Death doesn't exist says the mystic&lt;br /&gt;Yet we feel the pain of absence&lt;br /&gt;Every second so much more realistic&lt;br /&gt;How can we be without that essence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we live on this side&lt;br /&gt;We'll know the power of distress&lt;br /&gt;Here, there is so much to hide&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we feel a little less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in your absence goes away&lt;br /&gt;Cruelly, little by little, day by day&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we do can make it stay&lt;br /&gt;Yet, somehow, we’ll be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll remember joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;Aware that we were in love&lt;br /&gt;That feeling we can’t explain&lt;br /&gt;Will disappear here and above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true, love cannot exist&lt;br /&gt;Yet we claim it to be eternal&lt;br /&gt;Only the pain will persist&lt;br /&gt;As your absence is final&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-9154037414360322609?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9154037414360322609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=9154037414360322609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/9154037414360322609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/9154037414360322609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-4325971713037577293</id><published>2009-05-31T16:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:54:21.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign</title><content type='html'>Whether waiting for a sign&lt;br /&gt;Or deciding your fate&lt;br /&gt;The two forever divine&lt;br /&gt;Life you can never negate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not ready to see&lt;br /&gt;That life’s only meaning&lt;br /&gt;Is to give your all freely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is written in the stars&lt;br /&gt;Is drawn from your blood&lt;br /&gt;You’d be going very far&lt;br /&gt;If you knew what you’ve got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for interpretation&lt;br /&gt;You just need to be aware&lt;br /&gt;Of being in this union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the sound eternal&lt;br /&gt;Watch the light so bright&lt;br /&gt;Touch a life so fragile&lt;br /&gt;Smell your birthright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs develop subtly&lt;br /&gt;From dawn to sunset&lt;br /&gt;Some clear, others blurry&lt;br /&gt;Watch, never forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-4325971713037577293?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4325971713037577293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=4325971713037577293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4325971713037577293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4325971713037577293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/sign.html' title='A Sign'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-3645084296816095339</id><published>2009-05-31T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:53:49.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Though</title><content type='html'>Oh little one, so pure, so brave&lt;br /&gt;To prepare you for life's challenge&lt;br /&gt;We should deny you the love you crave&lt;br /&gt;Yet we must give it, we can't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is though you see, even scary&lt;br /&gt;You'll face dangers of all kinds&lt;br /&gt;A friend will turn in an enemy&lt;br /&gt;Others will pretend, rob you blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even death should scare you&lt;br /&gt;As you learn life's endless mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom written in everything you do&lt;br /&gt;Stamped in nature for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the wind speak his mind&lt;br /&gt;Let the fire burn your passions&lt;br /&gt;Rest on the earth, let your soul unwind&lt;br /&gt;Drink from its source beyond reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust others but don't be fooled&lt;br /&gt;Listen much and speak often&lt;br /&gt;Obey sometimes, never be ruled&lt;br /&gt;See God everywhere, have fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-3645084296816095339?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3645084296816095339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=3645084296816095339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3645084296816095339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3645084296816095339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-though.html' title='Life&apos;s Though'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-4595642745063004689</id><published>2009-05-31T16:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:53:01.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-righteous</title><content type='html'>How wonderful it is&lt;br /&gt;To be on truth's side&lt;br /&gt;Life comes with ease&lt;br /&gt;With 'nothing' to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many self-righteous&lt;br /&gt;Have sinned and hidden&lt;br /&gt;Some are even famous&lt;br /&gt;In their role God given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convinced without doubt&lt;br /&gt;In the truth of their words&lt;br /&gt;Their thoughts they tout&lt;br /&gt;Covering others in turds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The self-righteous denies&lt;br /&gt;Our right to think freely&lt;br /&gt;Seeing dissent as unwise&lt;br /&gt;Theirs is the only reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us should judge&lt;br /&gt;One with a different opinion&lt;br /&gt;We should focus that urge&lt;br /&gt;On knowing our mansion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-4595642745063004689?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4595642745063004689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=4595642745063004689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4595642745063004689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4595642745063004689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/self-righteous.html' title='Self-righteous'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-4649018965867986063</id><published>2009-05-31T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:52:10.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Longer</title><content type='html'>Unable to appreciate the moment&lt;br /&gt;Preferring the past, even the future&lt;br /&gt;Finding no solace, becoming distant&lt;br /&gt;Each second is a pain to endure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to love, to get angry&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to hurt, scared of being so&lt;br /&gt;Yet enjoying the fragile reality&lt;br /&gt;That in being alone, you can grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid of staying forever silent&lt;br /&gt;Letting my opinions disintegrate&lt;br /&gt;Living life with no one's agreement&lt;br /&gt;Finding joy without entering the gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsoiled by another's frailty&lt;br /&gt;I see mine without judgment&lt;br /&gt;Praising the same reality&lt;br /&gt;That made me so reluctant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer the fruit of another tree&lt;br /&gt;I create my own forest sublime&lt;br /&gt;Eliminating the moment to be free&lt;br /&gt;Living all seconds at the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-4649018965867986063?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4649018965867986063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=4649018965867986063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4649018965867986063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4649018965867986063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-longer.html' title='No Longer'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-3565171437623399417</id><published>2009-05-31T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:35:28.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descent</title><content type='html'>I had my descent into hell&lt;br /&gt;And it was good, fulfilling&lt;br /&gt;I found something to sell&lt;br /&gt;That was never ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was everyone I knew&lt;br /&gt;It felt like coming home&lt;br /&gt;It was finally all so true&lt;br /&gt;I would never be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some had been there so long&lt;br /&gt;They'd forgotten everything&lt;br /&gt;There, nothing was wrong&lt;br /&gt;That truth was appealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be there I believe&lt;br /&gt;If not for his intervention&lt;br /&gt;To belong here you must believe&lt;br /&gt;As it is beyond any reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a dream, not a reality&lt;br /&gt;I had to face this painfully&lt;br /&gt;Hell only exist in our destiny&lt;br /&gt;When we imagine it faithfully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-3565171437623399417?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3565171437623399417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=3565171437623399417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3565171437623399417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3565171437623399417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/descent.html' title='Descent'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-1993157018964210382</id><published>2009-04-30T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:33:49.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In its Absence</title><content type='html'>In the absence of truth, we have humour&lt;br /&gt;Here lies another eternal irony&lt;br /&gt;For in humour, rests the truth’s odour&lt;br /&gt;As we laughs, recognising its verity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a poor substitution&lt;br /&gt;It’s its essence distillated in words&lt;br /&gt;With faces, sounds or actions&lt;br /&gt;To laugh is the way only forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truths is not always present&lt;br /&gt;We miss it only when it’s gone&lt;br /&gt;So to survive without resentment&lt;br /&gt;We crack jokes till the new dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s also hard to accept from another&lt;br /&gt;So the master creates a story&lt;br /&gt;Hiding reality behind a blunder&lt;br /&gt;Till you accept its undeniable veracity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a sense of humour is a gift&lt;br /&gt;Cherish it, nurture it, even share it&lt;br /&gt;Do not let the righteous go adrift&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it’s a sin we should omit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-1993157018964210382?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1993157018964210382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=1993157018964210382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1993157018964210382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1993157018964210382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-its-absence.html' title='In its Absence'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-7965589386146940929</id><published>2009-04-30T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:14:03.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Worthy</title><content type='html'>Everybody's worthy&lt;br /&gt;No exceptions&lt;br /&gt;If you disagree&lt;br /&gt;You have reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you are worthy&lt;br /&gt;Even if your actions&lt;br /&gt;Can make you weary&lt;br /&gt;They are common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, what we do&lt;br /&gt;Counts little finally&lt;br /&gt;We have no clue&lt;br /&gt;As to this reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in the moment&lt;br /&gt;Simply do unto others&lt;br /&gt;What to you is pleasant&lt;br /&gt;We are all beggars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s worthy&lt;br /&gt;A truth hard to accept&lt;br /&gt;We think so surely&lt;br /&gt;We’re a better adept&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-7965589386146940929?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7965589386146940929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=7965589386146940929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7965589386146940929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7965589386146940929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/everybodys-worthy.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Worthy'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-7956821978879538777</id><published>2009-04-30T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:05:05.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop</title><content type='html'>My mind often tells me stop&lt;br /&gt;And I sometimes listen to it&lt;br /&gt;Thinking she’s lost the plot&lt;br /&gt;That annoying little twit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry-on often illogically&lt;br /&gt;Going so far out of reason&lt;br /&gt;Even if she doesn’t agree&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get out of that prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I live balancing between&lt;br /&gt;Logic and sweet emotions&lt;br /&gt;Knowing neither can ever win&lt;br /&gt;They are too many options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, why stop when it’s fun&lt;br /&gt;What dictates what I should do?&lt;br /&gt;Society or experience makes me run&lt;br /&gt;Yet do they really have a clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking my mind was my own&lt;br /&gt;I pass my days in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Looking down on the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Of my own personal crowds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-7956821978879538777?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7956821978879538777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=7956821978879538777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7956821978879538777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7956821978879538777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop.html' title='Stop'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-4288515624435682894</id><published>2009-04-30T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:11:21.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego Minister</title><content type='html'>I minister to myself&lt;br /&gt;I am my biggest flock&lt;br /&gt;I stand on a bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;To listen to me talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write my own sermons&lt;br /&gt;As I preach to me alone&lt;br /&gt;I cast my own demons&lt;br /&gt;I’m the angel who’s flown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my own blessings&lt;br /&gt;To my every thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I am the eternal being&lt;br /&gt;Who no one has fought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I create my own rituals&lt;br /&gt;Facing the true mirror&lt;br /&gt;Eating the only apple&lt;br /&gt;Unleashing my horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the minister of my ego&lt;br /&gt;I listen for I speak the truth&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one I can follow&lt;br /&gt;I’m the fountain of youth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-4288515624435682894?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4288515624435682894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=4288515624435682894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4288515624435682894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/4288515624435682894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/ego-minister.html' title='Ego Minister'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-5427370456869266744</id><published>2009-04-30T08:10:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:11:04.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many</title><content type='html'>Too many words&lt;br /&gt;Not enough flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Not enough trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many discussions&lt;br /&gt;Not enough horizons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many viewpoints&lt;br /&gt;Not enough reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many clowns&lt;br /&gt;Not enough laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many philosophers&lt;br /&gt;Not enough wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many dancers&lt;br /&gt;Not enough dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many actors&lt;br /&gt;Not enough life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-5427370456869266744?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5427370456869266744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=5427370456869266744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5427370456869266744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5427370456869266744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-many.html' title='Too Many'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-1394708967185144019</id><published>2009-04-30T08:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:10:45.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>Nothing, you are saying&lt;br /&gt;Until you are singing&lt;br /&gt;To the living, the dying&lt;br /&gt;Only that has a ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s your voice we crave&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts so brave&lt;br /&gt;Why would you deprave&lt;br /&gt;All those you can save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak often and loud&lt;br /&gt;Make us so very proud&lt;br /&gt;That you’re allowed&lt;br /&gt;To know this crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry all of us far away&lt;br /&gt;With sounds that sway&lt;br /&gt;So that maybe, someday&lt;br /&gt;We’ll know the true way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have is a gift&lt;br /&gt;With it, any soul you’ll lift&lt;br /&gt;Do not let it ever go adrift&lt;br /&gt;Make us ready for the shift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-1394708967185144019?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1394708967185144019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=1394708967185144019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1394708967185144019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1394708967185144019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-3886598190995367689</id><published>2009-04-30T08:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:10:28.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Power</title><content type='html'>I know the words to melt you down&lt;br /&gt;And others to hurt you forever deeply&lt;br /&gt;I use them precisely, they're sound&lt;br /&gt;That vibrates your soul unwary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front the first, second and last&lt;br /&gt;They shape your life, your destiny&lt;br /&gt;Just like time, they pass so fast&lt;br /&gt;Never to retain your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are evil in their beauty&lt;br /&gt;Unable to forgive, nor forget&lt;br /&gt;They remind us of our frailty&lt;br /&gt;In each of the seconds we regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were here before they were&lt;br /&gt;We made them what they are&lt;br /&gt;We forgot that it was in anger&lt;br /&gt;We created words to go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ll go when we remember&lt;br /&gt;That we think best in images&lt;br /&gt;Conveying the secret we’re after&lt;br /&gt;Eternal wisdom of the ages&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-3886598190995367689?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3886598190995367689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=3886598190995367689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3886598190995367689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3886598190995367689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/word-power.html' title='Word Power'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-8622243038116003443</id><published>2009-04-30T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:10:13.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unlake</title><content type='html'>We swim in it often&lt;br /&gt;The unlake has no end&lt;br /&gt;Its shores are beaten&lt;br /&gt;Just like an old friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk it never alone&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by soul mates&lt;br /&gt;Who are ready to condone&lt;br /&gt;Our deeply rooted hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many lives are hurt&lt;br /&gt;By its unnerving waves&lt;br /&gt;Relentless yet in concert&lt;br /&gt;Erasing even the braves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have to cross it&lt;br /&gt;To reach the same shore&lt;br /&gt;We might even commit&lt;br /&gt;To its endless rancor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t guessed&lt;br /&gt;The name of the unlake&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to be a guest&lt;br /&gt;As despair for you waits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-8622243038116003443?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8622243038116003443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=8622243038116003443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8622243038116003443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8622243038116003443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/unlake.html' title='The Unlake'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6027676284222146390</id><published>2009-04-30T08:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:09:54.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>A good day is one when I barely sin&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems normal&lt;br /&gt;No temptations shows within&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost the will, the desire to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day is when your smiles&lt;br /&gt;Refresh my reasons for living&lt;br /&gt;They’re like decorated tiles&lt;br /&gt;On the wall of time never ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day is when we trust all&lt;br /&gt;Aware that the world we see in&lt;br /&gt;We designed to rest our souls&lt;br /&gt;Teaching others a life never ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day is when I let God&lt;br /&gt;Reach deep to the end of me&lt;br /&gt;As I realise, isn’t that odd&lt;br /&gt;That he is me, that we are he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day starts with you&lt;br /&gt;When we share thoughts, ideas&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing we can’t do&lt;br /&gt;When we’re unprotected by dogma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6027676284222146390?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6027676284222146390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6027676284222146390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6027676284222146390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6027676284222146390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-2252198066360610005</id><published>2009-04-30T08:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:09:36.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolved Descent</title><content type='html'>We're not monkeys&lt;br /&gt;They behave better&lt;br /&gt;They hold the keys&lt;br /&gt;To our real nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think we’re evolved&lt;br /&gt;Yet we lost so much&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom has dissolved&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of a church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behaving like animals&lt;br /&gt;We shame our cousins&lt;br /&gt;Preferring not to battle&lt;br /&gt;Watching over our coffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our words are complex&lt;br /&gt;Having lost all senses&lt;br /&gt;We’re so far the apex&lt;br /&gt;Where it truly commences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our evolution is descending&lt;br /&gt;We know what we’re doing&lt;br /&gt;The beasts will keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;As we argue our undoing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-2252198066360610005?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2252198066360610005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=2252198066360610005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2252198066360610005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2252198066360610005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/evolved-descent.html' title='Evolved Descent'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-3392681696978413268</id><published>2009-04-30T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:09:18.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream of Death</title><content type='html'>The dream of death is powerful&lt;br /&gt;It decides on the fate of religions&lt;br /&gt;It creates the belief we need to rule&lt;br /&gt;Over others, over our passions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faultless in his eternal progression&lt;br /&gt;Inevitable from the very first start&lt;br /&gt;We over thought its primal reasons&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we’d never take it to heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet a dream is but a dream&lt;br /&gt;Never to decide our fates&lt;br /&gt;An endless thought stream&lt;br /&gt;Irresponsible in what it creates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is the ultimate door&lt;br /&gt;Shared between two realities&lt;br /&gt;Each thinking there is more&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream of death will not end&lt;br /&gt;Nor will it start to make sense&lt;br /&gt;It matters not if we make amends&lt;br /&gt;It’s all but pure nonsense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-3392681696978413268?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3392681696978413268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=3392681696978413268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3392681696978413268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3392681696978413268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-of-death.html' title='The Dream of Death'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-2749455111622343408</id><published>2009-04-30T08:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:09:01.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same God</title><content type='html'>We pray to the same God&lt;br /&gt;In our houses of stones&lt;br /&gt;Yet others seem odd&lt;br /&gt;As we judge the unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their books are our books&lt;br /&gt;Ancient, given from above&lt;br /&gt;Different paths we took&lt;br /&gt;To reach the same love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight each other&lt;br /&gt;Over a finer point&lt;br /&gt;Yet in that funeral hour&lt;br /&gt;We’ll end in the same joint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religions and philos&lt;br /&gt;Rise to your teachings&lt;br /&gt;Let go of your egos&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not wait for you&lt;br /&gt;To evolve and mature&lt;br /&gt;We’ll create without ado&lt;br /&gt;A spirituality that endures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-2749455111622343408?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2749455111622343408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=2749455111622343408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2749455111622343408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2749455111622343408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/same-god.html' title='Same God'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6479831867251911660</id><published>2009-04-30T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:08:38.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment</title><content type='html'>Take the moment seriously&lt;br /&gt;So you can have fun in it&lt;br /&gt;Not all that passes as reality&lt;br /&gt;Is painful, or even sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the moment all there is?&lt;br /&gt;Cause we seem to flow&lt;br /&gt;In each second with ease&lt;br /&gt;We can only but follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment life has passed&lt;br /&gt;Years in a frozen second&lt;br /&gt;Every action crumbled&lt;br /&gt;Into one eternal sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment is a gift&lt;br /&gt;That stays in the present&lt;br /&gt;Forever still, forever adrift&lt;br /&gt;Only a God can grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, we only have a moment&lt;br /&gt;To express our love, our feelings&lt;br /&gt;To regret for being absent&lt;br /&gt;To forgive and be life giving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6479831867251911660?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6479831867251911660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6479831867251911660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6479831867251911660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6479831867251911660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/moment.html' title='The Moment'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-124272971579813969</id><published>2009-03-31T06:35:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:35:45.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripped</title><content type='html'>A heart ripped apart&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding from the soul&lt;br /&gt;Aware from the start&lt;br /&gt;This wasn’t the goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began open ended&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;Talking as if haunted&lt;br /&gt;By a joy without pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing into passion&lt;br /&gt;Lost in world unaware&lt;br /&gt;We lived beyond reason&lt;br /&gt;Letting everyone stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t see it coming&lt;br /&gt;It ended without a word&lt;br /&gt;It was just a morning&lt;br /&gt;Yet a sunset so absurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is eternally ripped&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can replace that&lt;br /&gt;One day I’ll change the script&lt;br /&gt;And regain what you spat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-124272971579813969?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/124272971579813969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=124272971579813969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/124272971579813969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/124272971579813969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/ripped.html' title='Ripped'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-7266020843360739948</id><published>2009-03-31T06:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:35:27.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Not To Hide</title><content type='html'>Trying hard not to hide anything&lt;br /&gt;I hold the deepest secret of old&lt;br /&gt;I know a word so soothing&lt;br /&gt;It will turn lead into pure gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it well, heard it before&lt;br /&gt;Felt it sounded rather pleasant&lt;br /&gt;Unaware that it would restore&lt;br /&gt;Any soul that became absent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that it was never truly lost&lt;br /&gt;It traveled in speech and stories&lt;br /&gt;Hidden from the useless frost&lt;br /&gt;Of frozen hearts and memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might speak it rather often&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it must belong to you&lt;br /&gt;It’s universal, next time listen&lt;br /&gt;You might learn a thing or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try hard to hide absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;Yet if I told you what that word was&lt;br /&gt;You’d think that I must be kidding&lt;br /&gt;You knew it before it ever was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-7266020843360739948?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7266020843360739948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=7266020843360739948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7266020843360739948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7266020843360739948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/trying-not-to-hide.html' title='Trying Not To Hide'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6264792139483143947</id><published>2009-03-31T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:35:08.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow On My Soul</title><content type='html'>There is a shadow on my soul&lt;br /&gt;A sense of satisfied despair&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of what is my role&lt;br /&gt;I know what should be fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I born with this defect&lt;br /&gt;An ancestral affliction&lt;br /&gt;Passed to sons as an object&lt;br /&gt;A heritage beyond reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with it as my shadow&lt;br /&gt;Follows my every moves&lt;br /&gt;I noticed it so long ago&lt;br /&gt;I no longer of it disapprove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with me often for worse&lt;br /&gt;Tainting any sound judgment&lt;br /&gt;Some would it call it a curse&lt;br /&gt;Yet it looks like a talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a shadow on my soul&lt;br /&gt;Yet it affects only my mind&lt;br /&gt;Perfection remains whole&lt;br /&gt;Free of what makes me blind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6264792139483143947?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6264792139483143947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6264792139483143947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6264792139483143947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6264792139483143947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/shadow-on-my-soul.html' title='Shadow On My Soul'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-7001639793534571489</id><published>2009-03-31T06:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:34:45.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Innocent’s Death</title><content type='html'>What makes us kill children&lt;br /&gt;Without even an afterthought&lt;br /&gt;Are we so lame, so broken&lt;br /&gt;That we’re no longer distraught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me the taint of an apology&lt;br /&gt;How do we know how one feels&lt;br /&gt;When a loved one is taken from thee&lt;br /&gt;We will know the depth of the ordeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocence cannot be learned&lt;br /&gt;It’s a birth gift we all possess&lt;br /&gt;No one returns to be burned&lt;br /&gt;We come to show noblesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why kill the innocent?&lt;br /&gt;What could they have done?&lt;br /&gt;Showing hatred to an infant&lt;br /&gt;Forces us to go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you innocent, son of sin&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t your god tell you so?&lt;br /&gt;Is your patience’s wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;In the light of another’s halo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-7001639793534571489?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7001639793534571489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=7001639793534571489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7001639793534571489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7001639793534571489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/innocents-death.html' title='An Innocent’s Death'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-2183198733214155686</id><published>2009-03-31T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:34:27.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost World</title><content type='html'>The past is all but lost&lt;br /&gt;Like a world forgotten&lt;br /&gt;We want at all cost&lt;br /&gt;To come back often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes but one way&lt;br /&gt;Our mind cannot fathom&lt;br /&gt;That any of the old days&lt;br /&gt;Could again become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a story is made&lt;br /&gt;To remember them&lt;br /&gt;And as they fade&lt;br /&gt;They leave a poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet but once is time&lt;br /&gt;An eternal second&lt;br /&gt;A timeless crime&lt;br /&gt;Against reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second has passed&lt;br /&gt;And that world is lost&lt;br /&gt;It’s but life’s impasse&lt;br /&gt;It’s the price, the cost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-2183198733214155686?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2183198733214155686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=2183198733214155686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2183198733214155686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2183198733214155686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-world.html' title='The Lost World'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-8205982464243998665</id><published>2009-03-31T06:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:34:08.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroad</title><content type='html'>Am at another crossroad&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of turning where&lt;br /&gt;Choices are all so broad&lt;br /&gt;Success, all so rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I end here again?&lt;br /&gt;Lost among uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;It’s all confusing, all so Zen&lt;br /&gt;Even not choosing is a reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I can turn around&lt;br /&gt;Look or walk in my past&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that this time round&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make choices that last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I turn? Go straight?&lt;br /&gt;Call the Devil for advice?&lt;br /&gt;After all, nothing dictates&lt;br /&gt;That my mind will suffice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll choose eventually&lt;br /&gt;To but move forward&lt;br /&gt;Waiting ever so eagerly&lt;br /&gt;As the road turns inward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-8205982464243998665?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8205982464243998665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=8205982464243998665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8205982464243998665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8205982464243998665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/crossroad.html' title='Crossroad'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-7035066665348938155</id><published>2009-03-31T06:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:33:49.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Things, Big Things</title><content type='html'>It’s in the small things&lt;br /&gt;That big ones are born&lt;br /&gt;It’s only the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Of a story well worn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to make mountains&lt;br /&gt;Out of so many molehills&lt;br /&gt;Yet aren’t we the captains&lt;br /&gt;Of our souls, our minds, our wills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some see the devil in details&lt;br /&gt;Others see God in all splendour&lt;br /&gt;Breaking free of dogmatic tales&lt;br /&gt;Is the only way to become better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small light will shatter darkness&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s easy to kill it soon&lt;br /&gt;The right idea will do no less&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever be immune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thing today shrinks tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We never live in the same world twice&lt;br /&gt;A small thing blows-up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Seek both, it’s the only price&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-7035066665348938155?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7035066665348938155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=7035066665348938155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7035066665348938155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7035066665348938155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-things-big-things.html' title='Small Things, Big Things'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-997848936182607594</id><published>2009-03-31T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:33:20.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>To forgive would force me to judge&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who would comes to me&lt;br /&gt;I often think my way, I do not budge&lt;br /&gt;A dogma made from what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m right rather than not&lt;br /&gt;Who could argue with my logic&lt;br /&gt;My truths, my beliefs are all I got&lt;br /&gt;You don’t believe me, oh cynic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m told forgiveness is divine&lt;br /&gt;By good thinkers and well doers&lt;br /&gt;For those who cross the line&lt;br /&gt;Expect nothing from such actors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a fallacy in thinking&lt;br /&gt;To forgive you must have judged&lt;br /&gt;Doing therefore the evil’s bidding&lt;br /&gt;Your reputation forever smudged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not question my authority&lt;br /&gt;And I will not question yours&lt;br /&gt;Leave me to fail beautifully&lt;br /&gt;Let me not close any doors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-997848936182607594?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/997848936182607594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=997848936182607594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/997848936182607594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/997848936182607594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-8079883930788764749</id><published>2009-03-31T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:32:48.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Destinies</title><content type='html'>Starting every forth century&lt;br /&gt;With a renewed sense of hope&lt;br /&gt;We sense the end of reality&lt;br /&gt;As a knot in a mystical rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shattered on the battlefield&lt;br /&gt;Cause we think we think better&lt;br /&gt;Such hope we’d better conceal&lt;br /&gt;Till it’s time for the thereafter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Bathed in faith and joy&lt;br /&gt;Always find their echo&lt;br /&gt;In what we can destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To protect our own destiny&lt;br /&gt;As we fear all new ideas&lt;br /&gt;We kill and shield bravely&lt;br /&gt;Those with different auras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their death life resonates&lt;br /&gt;Ready to forgive the few&lt;br /&gt;Who‘d leave all to their fate&lt;br /&gt;Letting them be true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-8079883930788764749?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8079883930788764749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=8079883930788764749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8079883930788764749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8079883930788764749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/killing-destinies.html' title='Killing Destinies'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-3781948076355892721</id><published>2009-03-31T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:31:44.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Sun</title><content type='html'>Seeing the sun for the last time&lt;br /&gt;Sadly aware that in the morrow&lt;br /&gt;Life will finally become sublime&lt;br /&gt;As we forget our fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sun like any other day&lt;br /&gt;Round, brilliant, edgeless&lt;br /&gt;Always ready to give way&lt;br /&gt;To the Goddess moon no less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this morning it was back&lt;br /&gt;Unchanged, just as we remembered&lt;br /&gt;We knew something wasn’t quite right&lt;br /&gt;As if all questions had been answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the last day passed without doubts&lt;br /&gt;Somehow everyone knew their destinies&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, a cry or even a shout&lt;br /&gt;We marched into the night with ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last sun will not be our end&lt;br /&gt;No dogma can convince us of that&lt;br /&gt;It will be just like an old friend&lt;br /&gt;Ready to listen, ready to chat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-3781948076355892721?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3781948076355892721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=3781948076355892721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3781948076355892721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3781948076355892721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-sun.html' title='Last Sun'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-2210316360237093708</id><published>2009-02-28T07:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:45:28.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>Who will ever remember&lt;br /&gt;Who fell in love, who didn’t?&lt;br /&gt;Who’s worse, who’s better?&lt;br /&gt;Who’s an idiot, who’s brilliant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of man are shallow&lt;br /&gt;We mold them to suit our needs&lt;br /&gt;We forget what we don’t want to know&lt;br /&gt;We keep what we need to succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thought, the same action&lt;br /&gt;Is remembered differently by all&lt;br /&gt;Balancing between fact and fiction&lt;br /&gt;We teach the truth on what we recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet all we are has been recorded&lt;br /&gt;For all to see today and forever&lt;br /&gt;Our sins and all we hold sacred&lt;br /&gt;Kept in a stone truly stellar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can read from this book&lt;br /&gt;But the one who’s writing it&lt;br /&gt;For we all know where to look&lt;br /&gt;Inside, where the soul sits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-2210316360237093708?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2210316360237093708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=2210316360237093708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2210316360237093708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2210316360237093708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-8388155275159553297</id><published>2009-02-28T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:08:08.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking It’s all Me</title><content type='html'>Thinking it’s all me&lt;br /&gt;Would be arrogant&lt;br /&gt;Denying, you see&lt;br /&gt;A God so ancient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it’s all me&lt;br /&gt;Would take you out&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn’t agree&lt;br /&gt;Each on his route&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it’s all me&lt;br /&gt;Would claim the life&lt;br /&gt;Of an innocent baby&lt;br /&gt;As it shies from strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it’s all me&lt;br /&gt;Would make me bitter&lt;br /&gt;Of all I had not be&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to have been better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it’s all me&lt;br /&gt;Removes the divine&lt;br /&gt;No one will be free&lt;br /&gt;No one will be fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-8388155275159553297?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8388155275159553297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=8388155275159553297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8388155275159553297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8388155275159553297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-its-all-me.html' title='Thinking It’s all Me'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-8346473052717053327</id><published>2009-02-28T05:07:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:07:53.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for…</title><content type='html'>Thank you for…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days gone by&lt;br /&gt;The lives, the loves&lt;br /&gt;The screams, the sighs&lt;br /&gt;The bees, the doves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young, the old&lt;br /&gt;The mistakes, a few&lt;br /&gt;The stories we told&lt;br /&gt;The idiot, the guru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion, the sex&lt;br /&gt;The food, the drinks&lt;br /&gt;The words of an ex&lt;br /&gt;The eternal sphinx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work, the money&lt;br /&gt;The truth, the doubts&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate covered honey&lt;br /&gt;And those darn trouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Some things could not have been&lt;br /&gt;Without the ultimate birthday&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for my passing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-8346473052717053327?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8346473052717053327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=8346473052717053327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8346473052717053327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8346473052717053327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-for.html' title='Thank you for…'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6278426881049667660</id><published>2009-02-28T05:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:07:38.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Moment</title><content type='html'>To be in the moment&lt;br /&gt;Is to miss no one, nothing&lt;br /&gt;Beyond being content&lt;br /&gt;Life finds its meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that eternal second&lt;br /&gt;You are indivisible&lt;br /&gt;Passing beyond&lt;br /&gt;All are equal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is revealed&lt;br /&gt;Not by words or songs&lt;br /&gt;But a light unsealed&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see it all&lt;br /&gt;Life’s true sense&lt;br /&gt;Truly adorable&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely immense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past, the future&lt;br /&gt;Exist no longer&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to endure&lt;br /&gt;Nothing maters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6278426881049667660?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6278426881049667660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6278426881049667660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6278426881049667660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6278426881049667660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-moment.html' title='In The Moment'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-1791754860639690844</id><published>2009-02-28T05:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:07:21.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night</title><content type='html'>The night leaves traces&lt;br /&gt;That the soul remembers&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a million faces&lt;br /&gt;We have to surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in an altered state&lt;br /&gt;Just as real as the past day&lt;br /&gt;We can take risks, tempt fate&lt;br /&gt;If we only knew the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life we can't control&lt;br /&gt;Dreams even more so&lt;br /&gt;In both we play a role&lt;br /&gt;In each we must grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initiate of the night&lt;br /&gt;Remember the lessons&lt;br /&gt;That you can't be right&lt;br /&gt;If you're pure reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect the night&lt;br /&gt;As it takes you whole&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the light&lt;br /&gt;Will give you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-1791754860639690844?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1791754860639690844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=1791754860639690844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1791754860639690844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1791754860639690844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/night.html' title='The Night'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-2587133514781157272</id><published>2009-02-28T05:06:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:07:05.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>It was just another day&lt;br /&gt;As the few who cared&lt;br /&gt;Had simply passed away&lt;br /&gt;Finally, eternally spared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it’s never a simple day&lt;br /&gt;For in all, all is possible&lt;br /&gt;As there is but one way&lt;br /&gt;To define the unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, today, yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Three days in which we live&lt;br /&gt;Two can lead you astray&lt;br /&gt;One can leave you pensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, will you be there?&lt;br /&gt;To see the sun rise again&lt;br /&gt;Or will you finally be aware&lt;br /&gt;That no light shines in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be another day&lt;br /&gt;For our children to see&lt;br /&gt;If we come back this way&lt;br /&gt;Let us remember happily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-2587133514781157272?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2587133514781157272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=2587133514781157272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2587133514781157272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2587133514781157272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-7511874598246403180</id><published>2009-02-28T05:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:06:49.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Moral</title><content type='html'>One universal moral&lt;br /&gt;Has to exist in time&lt;br /&gt;A word that says it all&lt;br /&gt;A thought sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching eternally&lt;br /&gt;For a truthful reason&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exist really&lt;br /&gt;Life’s but a prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to deny reality&lt;br /&gt;Is a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;For we are, really&lt;br /&gt;Children of I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of the original word&lt;br /&gt;No one ever thought&lt;br /&gt;To keep a record&lt;br /&gt;Of what was taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do such a thing&lt;br /&gt;As it is universal&lt;br /&gt;So it’s in your being&lt;br /&gt;In the good, in the evil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-7511874598246403180?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7511874598246403180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=7511874598246403180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7511874598246403180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7511874598246403180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/universal-moral.html' title='Universal Moral'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-5413220545405264442</id><published>2009-02-28T05:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:06:32.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demon's Whispers</title><content type='html'>Are my thoughts all true?&lt;br /&gt;Are they a demon's whispers?&lt;br /&gt;The truths I know are few&lt;br /&gt;Some even belong to the hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I calm my confused mind&lt;br /&gt;Do I hear gods or angels talking?&lt;br /&gt;A noisy chatter of the blind&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of where I'm walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it sounds too good, is it truly so?&lt;br /&gt;Is it disguised to make us fall?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the path we must follow?&lt;br /&gt;What's the answer? Is it a riddle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we know how to question&lt;br /&gt;The answers are most uncertain&lt;br /&gt;Doubting the source and its reason&lt;br /&gt;Unable to see who’s behind the curtain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a demon’s whisper?&lt;br /&gt;When the words are so familiar&lt;br /&gt;We’re not that good a reader&lt;br /&gt;Often taking the truth of a liar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-5413220545405264442?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5413220545405264442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=5413220545405264442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5413220545405264442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5413220545405264442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/demons-whispers.html' title='Demon&apos;s Whispers'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-356843534537285433</id><published>2009-02-28T05:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:06:10.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creature of Midnight</title><content type='html'>I'm creature of the night&lt;br /&gt;I prowl in search of a fight&lt;br /&gt;Creating an atmosphere so tight&lt;br /&gt;I see you, my prey, finally in sight&lt;br /&gt;Innocent victim, sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;Under a moon silver and bright&lt;br /&gt;Striving in the absence of light&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting shadows give fright&lt;br /&gt;You know not what you ignite&lt;br /&gt;As you cross to the twilight&lt;br /&gt;Whether wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;We dance a soulless rite&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that what we unite&lt;br /&gt;Are an Angel, a Devil, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be all right&lt;br /&gt;As you know, it is midnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-356843534537285433?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/356843534537285433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=356843534537285433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/356843534537285433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/356843534537285433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/creature-of-midnight.html' title='Creature of Midnight'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-3318490410425711372</id><published>2009-02-28T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:05:51.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive</title><content type='html'>Oh, wasted life, so expensive&lt;br /&gt;Costing its owner, and you&lt;br /&gt;Working without reprieve&lt;br /&gt;Yet so little we truly do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second is an expense&lt;br /&gt;Against life's account&lt;br /&gt;Arrogance, even pretense&lt;br /&gt;What do we want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loose a life given&lt;br /&gt;Wasting time joyfully&lt;br /&gt;Yet the gift's uneven&lt;br /&gt;As we steal mercilessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a precarious balance&lt;br /&gt;As we take, so we must give&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like a romance&lt;br /&gt;The middle is to forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life wasted doesn't come back&lt;br /&gt;We might as well invest it all&lt;br /&gt;Feeling, loving, being out of whack&lt;br /&gt;We might as well have a ball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-3318490410425711372?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3318490410425711372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=3318490410425711372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3318490410425711372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3318490410425711372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/expensive.html' title='Expensive'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-2784195798135719817</id><published>2009-02-28T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:05:25.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate</title><content type='html'>The urge to hate is strong&lt;br /&gt;A river of lava in the veins&lt;br /&gt;In an instant, all's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Hating everything in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has changed&lt;br /&gt;Taken over by pain&lt;br /&gt;A joyless sun is blamed&lt;br /&gt;For such a sinful stain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hate with a passion&lt;br /&gt;Rarely seen in nature&lt;br /&gt;After losing all reason&lt;br /&gt;The night we must endure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one truly knows why&lt;br /&gt;We suffer such a fate&lt;br /&gt;Yet at the moment we die&lt;br /&gt;We know it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hate can't be divine&lt;br /&gt;As such we assume&lt;br /&gt;Unaware the sublime&lt;br /&gt;For it, make room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-2784195798135719817?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2784195798135719817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=2784195798135719817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2784195798135719817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2784195798135719817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/hate.html' title='Hate'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6809174792644212746</id><published>2009-01-30T17:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:09:15.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greed &amp; Faith</title><content type='html'>Greed so tempting&lt;br /&gt;Faith so fragile&lt;br /&gt;What’s winning&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it futile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desires rule&lt;br /&gt;Unchecked&lt;br /&gt;Make us full&lt;br /&gt;In all aspects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith’s a choice&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking&lt;br /&gt;It is the voice&lt;br /&gt;That’s asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sway all day&lt;br /&gt;One’s natural&lt;br /&gt;The other, a way&lt;br /&gt;We’re so fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim for balance&lt;br /&gt;Or choose either&lt;br /&gt;Both the essence&lt;br /&gt;Of this creature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6809174792644212746?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6809174792644212746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6809174792644212746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6809174792644212746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6809174792644212746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/greed-faith.html' title='Greed &amp; Faith'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-935863825097424028</id><published>2009-01-30T05:30:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:30:41.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fight</title><content type='html'>I fight the intolerant&lt;br /&gt;Teachers who crush&lt;br /&gt;The less than ignorant&lt;br /&gt;The infant in a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight ignorance&lt;br /&gt;In me and others&lt;br /&gt;With faith, science&lt;br /&gt;I test our valour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight the words&lt;br /&gt;That kill innocents&lt;br /&gt;Speaking like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Often barely decent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight weakness&lt;br /&gt;Mostly just mine&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding blandness&lt;br /&gt;In the thoughts I design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight my own battle&lt;br /&gt;With no one else&lt;br /&gt;It’s my cage I rattle&lt;br /&gt;I fight myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-935863825097424028?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/935863825097424028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=935863825097424028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/935863825097424028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/935863825097424028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-fight.html' title='I Fight'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-2968414774359934902</id><published>2009-01-30T05:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:30:18.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Supreme Cause</title><content type='html'>Fighting our way through a life unwanted&lt;br /&gt;Spent focusing on the value of a stone&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting the supreme cause of the gifted&lt;br /&gt;To develop a spirit we can call our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nations separated from religion&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for faith to create its own rift&lt;br /&gt;To leave dogma, regain its passion&lt;br /&gt;To truly understand, it is its own gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter whether you’re rich or poor&lt;br /&gt;Your supreme cause is the same as mine&lt;br /&gt;To develop your spirit and truly implore&lt;br /&gt;Your own divinity, and stop being so blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is far fetched to search for it outside&lt;br /&gt;When all along it was entrenched inside&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes buried, often willingly denied&lt;br /&gt;In some cases, even killed by pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supreme cause is for us to take&lt;br /&gt;To make it ours, to love and cherish&lt;br /&gt;It nourishes our soul, turns it awake&lt;br /&gt;No matter if you follow a god or a fetish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-2968414774359934902?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2968414774359934902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=2968414774359934902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2968414774359934902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2968414774359934902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/supreme-cause.html' title='The Supreme Cause'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-1667041639319055147</id><published>2009-01-30T05:29:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:31:28.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Steps</title><content type='html'>Everyday, for so many years&lt;br /&gt;I climbed a hundred steps alone&lt;br /&gt;For the right to learn, to culture&lt;br /&gt;For the right to be my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No questions, it was the path&lt;br /&gt;Between home and school&lt;br /&gt;No hatred, no common wrath&lt;br /&gt;They sat, facing me, the fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each step but a short barrier&lt;br /&gt;Taken in stride, all the way&lt;br /&gt;To reach the ultimate altar&lt;br /&gt;The top, where all would pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing-up started our day&lt;br /&gt;The same way down, closed it&lt;br /&gt;A temporal ritual, an ancient ballet&lt;br /&gt;Where all kids were getting fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those stones without end&lt;br /&gt;That’s how it felt before the first&lt;br /&gt;Just as an initiation would intend&lt;br /&gt;We learned by being immersed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-1667041639319055147?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1667041639319055147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=1667041639319055147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1667041639319055147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1667041639319055147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-hundred-steps.html' title='One Hundred Steps'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-8879381103676797212</id><published>2009-01-30T05:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:29:35.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind</title><content type='html'>My mind’s no longer mine&lt;br /&gt;I lost it on the way here&lt;br /&gt;It won’t make a headline&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s somewhere near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a fleeting thing&lt;br /&gt;Neither here nor there&lt;br /&gt;Sensing it without asking&lt;br /&gt;We know we are aware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can argue my case well&lt;br /&gt;With another, as an equal&lt;br /&gt;Yet everything that we sell&lt;br /&gt;Is rarely true or factual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I supposedly grow wise&lt;br /&gt;The certainties of my youth&lt;br /&gt;For which I’d let you die&lt;br /&gt;They’re no longer the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it here, with us?&lt;br /&gt;Easily confused with a drink&lt;br /&gt;I suspect I am conscious&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-8879381103676797212?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8879381103676797212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=8879381103676797212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8879381103676797212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8879381103676797212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/mind.html' title='Mind'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-7502174168104382465</id><published>2009-01-30T05:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:29:18.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Not Understand</title><content type='html'>What’s with languages?&lt;br /&gt;And their constructions&lt;br /&gt;Some birthed in the ages&lt;br /&gt;Other as new as fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s with their constructions?&lt;br /&gt;Their rules, grammar, accents&lt;br /&gt;Some have their own reasons&lt;br /&gt;Others are sons of events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think, we speak, we write&lt;br /&gt;We write as we pretend to speak&lt;br /&gt;We think what we say is alright&lt;br /&gt;In that way, as a kind, we’re unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spell the same word differently&lt;br /&gt;Among ourselves, even ourselves&lt;br /&gt;We change and mold reality&lt;br /&gt;In books lost on bookshelves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand&lt;br /&gt;I donot understand&lt;br /&gt;I not understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-7502174168104382465?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7502174168104382465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=7502174168104382465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7502174168104382465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/7502174168104382465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-not-understand.html' title='I Not Understand'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-8940017256384813852</id><published>2009-01-30T05:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:28:36.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Good</title><content type='html'>Nothing good came out of being honest&lt;br /&gt;A truly peculiar and surreal philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Spoken in a moment truly earnest&lt;br /&gt;When questioned about this reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good came out of telling lies&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, same train of thought&lt;br /&gt;We accept it without questions, yet it defies&lt;br /&gt;The real stories of those who need your vote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the old hypocrite’s oath?&lt;br /&gt;Claiming truth to be universal, blameless&lt;br /&gt;Are you aware that we must have both&lt;br /&gt;To truly understand our own noblesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will you think on your own terms&lt;br /&gt;Or accept without a doubt that word&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to let yourself learn&lt;br /&gt;What everyone else has already heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good came out of being honest&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good came out of telling lies&lt;br /&gt;Why question it? Can’t you let it rest?&lt;br /&gt;In doing so, you might finally rise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-8940017256384813852?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8940017256384813852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=8940017256384813852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8940017256384813852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8940017256384813852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-good.html' title='Nothing Good'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6461990720927436816</id><published>2009-01-30T05:27:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:28:12.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem Nation</title><content type='html'>Listen to your anthem&lt;br /&gt;Think of those before&lt;br /&gt;Feel words so solemn&lt;br /&gt;They sing forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Gained on battlefield&lt;br /&gt;In spring, in autumn&lt;br /&gt;A destiny revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An author like you&lt;br /&gt;Sat and thought&lt;br /&gt;What would we do&lt;br /&gt;If no one had fought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would we be free, alive&lt;br /&gt;Ready to face destiny&lt;br /&gt;Or simply able to survive&lt;br /&gt;Under another’s glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggle of a nation&lt;br /&gt;Plays in the hearts of the dead&lt;br /&gt;Every time you cry with passion&lt;br /&gt;Those words that can’t be left unsaid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6461990720927436816?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6461990720927436816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6461990720927436816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6461990720927436816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6461990720927436816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/anthem-nation.html' title='Anthem Nation'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-5482353861790715704</id><published>2009-01-30T05:27:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:27:55.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Friends</title><content type='html'>I have as my better friends&lt;br /&gt;The oddest of characters&lt;br /&gt;For each I would die, defend&lt;br /&gt;Against all sorts of wankers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be part of such an elite&lt;br /&gt;I can’t claim any sanity&lt;br /&gt;We live to the same beat&lt;br /&gt;Truly devoid of your reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be odd, just see differently&lt;br /&gt;Ignore convention and dogma&lt;br /&gt;Decide that the true beauty&lt;br /&gt;Lies beyond this closed vista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I question everything they say&lt;br /&gt;Aware they don’t mean any of it&lt;br /&gt;It’s a circular illogic game we play&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly made-up as we see fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are odd, but we’ll be friends&lt;br /&gt;When you lay cold, alone and flat&lt;br /&gt;For in our mind, there is no end&lt;br /&gt;To this brotherhood under one hat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-5482353861790715704?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5482353861790715704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=5482353861790715704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5482353861790715704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/5482353861790715704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/odd-friends.html' title='Odd Friends'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-3508211925562855131</id><published>2009-01-30T05:27:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:27:37.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bed</title><content type='html'>The bed is so comfy&lt;br /&gt;It keeps on calling me&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that I can see&lt;br /&gt;I am so very sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mate, we dream&lt;br /&gt;We cry, we scream&lt;br /&gt;We go to extreme&lt;br /&gt;In the bed supreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We part with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;So that we can grow&lt;br /&gt;In the day’s dying glow&lt;br /&gt;We return to what we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lie without pretense&lt;br /&gt;Alive in a dream so dense&lt;br /&gt;We are without defense&lt;br /&gt;We loose in every sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is but one bed&lt;br /&gt;As my ancestors said&lt;br /&gt;In which you’ll play dead&lt;br /&gt;In which you’ll be wed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-3508211925562855131?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3508211925562855131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=3508211925562855131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3508211925562855131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3508211925562855131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/bed.html' title='The Bed'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-8078783823578221983</id><published>2009-01-30T05:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:27:14.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effacing our Street</title><content type='html'>Effacing a street’s name&lt;br /&gt;Is but killing our History&lt;br /&gt;We will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;When loosing our own story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like effacing one’s name&lt;br /&gt;To destroy his soul, his goal&lt;br /&gt;Even a Pharaoh is to blame&lt;br /&gt;In this forever pointless control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, officials play God&lt;br /&gt;With a town’s unique memory&lt;br /&gt;Written in tears, joy and blood&lt;br /&gt;Listen to their ephemeral glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting what it was named&lt;br /&gt;We remember where it lead us&lt;br /&gt;We will always be blamed&lt;br /&gt;For losing many wise elders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass will grow again&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts will come back&lt;br /&gt;It can never be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;We’ll walk again in its track&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-8078783823578221983?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8078783823578221983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=8078783823578221983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8078783823578221983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/8078783823578221983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/effacing-our-street.html' title='Effacing our Street'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-6702121219594221587</id><published>2008-12-30T05:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:39:29.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music we Say</title><content type='html'>In the time an hour take&lt;br /&gt;I heard the sound of life&lt;br /&gt;The music we all make&lt;br /&gt;Notes of love and strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words, a melody&lt;br /&gt;Noise of many thoughts&lt;br /&gt;On the stone of eternity&lt;br /&gt;Imprint what we’re taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour without music&lt;br /&gt;We’ll befriend even death&lt;br /&gt;There is no other magic&lt;br /&gt;Than the sound of our breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all will appreciate&lt;br /&gt;Such cacophony&lt;br /&gt;In unison we vibrate&lt;br /&gt;Makers of a sound reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music we say&lt;br /&gt;Pray that it will last&lt;br /&gt;It’s the price to pay&lt;br /&gt;It will go so fast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-6702121219594221587?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6702121219594221587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=6702121219594221587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6702121219594221587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/6702121219594221587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-we-say.html' title='The Music we Say'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-1837312381800546016</id><published>2008-12-30T05:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:39:15.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brethren</title><content type='html'>Thirteen we met first&lt;br /&gt;Under Napoleon's beams&lt;br /&gt;Scotland quenched our thirst&lt;br /&gt;This wasn’t a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying around in disorder&lt;br /&gt;Talking it all without logic&lt;br /&gt;We were the creators&lt;br /&gt;Of our world of magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each word we shouted&lt;br /&gt;Fell on rather deaf hears&lt;br /&gt;For each other we courted&lt;br /&gt;And rally all to our fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing secret nor worthy&lt;br /&gt;Came out of our souls&lt;br /&gt;For we were quite unruly&lt;br /&gt;In establishing our goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brethren is a society&lt;br /&gt;Of fouls, not of strangers&lt;br /&gt;We carry on our destinies&lt;br /&gt;Until we’re all victors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-1837312381800546016?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1837312381800546016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=1837312381800546016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1837312381800546016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1837312381800546016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/brethren.html' title='The Brethren'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-3818296426071008980</id><published>2008-12-30T05:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:38:22.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Raindrops</title><content type='html'>We are raindrops&lt;br /&gt;Of the same cloud&lt;br /&gt;Screaming all the way&lt;br /&gt;Joining our essence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re born in conflict&lt;br /&gt;Strong and fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Broken into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Falling together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we fall, we live&lt;br /&gt;Separate but together&lt;br /&gt;Time, speed, increasing&lt;br /&gt;Hitting our destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there, our soul&lt;br /&gt;Goes back to origin&lt;br /&gt;Lighter, brighter, simpler&lt;br /&gt;Alive, purest sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will come again&lt;br /&gt;Different but the same&lt;br /&gt;Raining as we must&lt;br /&gt;Alive and well meaning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-3818296426071008980?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3818296426071008980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=3818296426071008980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3818296426071008980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/3818296426071008980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-are-raindrops.html' title='We are Raindrops'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-1238912197250448200</id><published>2008-12-30T05:37:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:38:03.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seer</title><content type='html'>A seer sees what’s not yet&lt;br /&gt;Predicting what to avoid&lt;br /&gt;Showing a life at the onset&lt;br /&gt;Allowing us to fulfill the void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remember the past&lt;br /&gt;Molding it to our desires&lt;br /&gt;Yet the future’s so vast&lt;br /&gt;We forget as it expires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What special skills&lt;br /&gt;Must I learn to see&lt;br /&gt;A mission to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;The end of a journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no seer, for sure&lt;br /&gt;Yet I often foresee&lt;br /&gt;Everything I endure&lt;br /&gt;In pain, in glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the seer told&lt;br /&gt;About the life to be had&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to be so bold&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to be so bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-1238912197250448200?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1238912197250448200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=1238912197250448200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1238912197250448200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/1238912197250448200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/seer.html' title='The Seer'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123120094272698523.post-2387093769270349366</id><published>2008-12-30T05:37:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:37:45.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solomon's Mission</title><content type='html'>Solomon's mission&lt;br /&gt;Shows the way&lt;br /&gt;Carried by masons&lt;br /&gt;One stone a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading mankind&lt;br /&gt;Into its own body&lt;br /&gt;The flame entwined&lt;br /&gt;Let the spirit see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In degrees three&lt;br /&gt;The light opens&lt;br /&gt;A mind to study&lt;br /&gt;A road to eleven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with a question&lt;br /&gt;Surrender the answer&lt;br /&gt;There is no real reason&lt;br /&gt;In becoming better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon's mission&lt;br /&gt;Knows the way&lt;br /&gt;Carried in passion&lt;br /&gt;One stone a day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123120094272698523-2387093769270349366?l=poemsintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2387093769270349366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123120094272698523&amp;postID=2387093769270349366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2387093769270349366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123120094272698523/posts/default/2387093769270349366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsintheworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/solomons-mission.html' title='Solomon&apos;s Mission'/><author><name>Frederic Moraillon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03555928280137854912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vV3Tc1DfonY/SVGK0aTll0I/AAAAAAAAADU/mtwx0cB9XBU/S220/Frederic+Moraillon3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
