<?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-18074748</id><updated>2011-12-11T15:14:46.448-08:00</updated><category term='slow life'/><category term='fathers and sons'/><category term='slo'/><category term='the songs i like'/><category term='mistake'/><category term='f.o.a.d.'/><category term='mystique'/><category term='waiting for love'/><category term='Sin'/><category term='death'/><title type='text'>Poetry from the Deep</title><subtitle type='html'>From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ...
and of course, most of life isn't real.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-4342751909109669175</id><published>2011-12-11T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:11:32.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rožnati Zaliv</title><content type='html'>Ob obali se nahaja&lt;br /&gt;tik nad gladino, &lt;br /&gt;nežno prelivajoča se&lt;br /&gt;modrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On utrujen se sprehaja&lt;br /&gt;muči um silno,&lt;br /&gt;ona že spi, otroci&lt;br /&gt;so fino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-4342751909109669175?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4342751909109669175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4342751909109669175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2011/12/ob-obali-se-nahaja-tik-nad-gladino.html' title='Rožnati Zaliv'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-8634653687955979316</id><published>2011-11-04T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:03:34.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Programmer's flow</title><content type='html'>To design or not to design &lt;br /&gt;let mind flow do the work flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think and do&lt;br /&gt;have passion for knowledge&lt;br /&gt;and no fear of unknown.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, for the last one, can't say it for myself any more. Since I decided to "conquer" F#, I have a feeling that just maybe, my mind was not meant to be bended like that :P, well, at least passion is still present - for knowledge, and other things as well. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... unreal mistakes in design of things are, in fact, welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-8634653687955979316?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/8634653687955979316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/8634653687955979316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2011/11/programmers-flow.html' title='Programmer&apos;s flow'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-5920390094976844864</id><published>2011-10-09T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:31:15.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and make me smile</title><content type='html'>take off your cloths&lt;br /&gt;and let them slip away &lt;br /&gt;not the only thing here&lt;br /&gt;that's wet &lt;br /&gt;feel fingers through hair&lt;br /&gt;feel&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to forget&lt;br /&gt;but skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am realy sorry sometimes i am such a dick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-5920390094976844864?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/5920390094976844864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/5920390094976844864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2011/10/come-and-make-me-smile.html' title='Come and make me smile'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-1741549480800129088</id><published>2011-03-10T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:29:44.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1082077676_undefined"&gt;šoja zamorjena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1082077676_undefined"&gt;a kljuvaš deblo informatike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1082077676_undefined"&gt;al nisi sita hroščev črvov &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1082077676_undefined"&gt;ter ostalega šestonogja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1082077676_undefined"&gt;mar apetit poganja tvoje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1082077676_undefined"&gt;korenine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1082077676_undefined"&gt;tja daječ proč&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1082077676_undefined"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1082077676_undefined"&gt;&lt;i&gt;od mohga prjatua Preše&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-1741549480800129088?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1741549480800129088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1741549480800129088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2011/03/soja-zamorjena-kljuvas-deblo.html' title=''/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-9059521438108358921</id><published>2010-10-12T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:16:57.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Večina mojega življenja ni resnična.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-9059521438108358921?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/9059521438108358921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/9059521438108358921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2010/10/vecina-mojega-zivljenja-ni-resnicna.html' title=''/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-2394908390502143190</id><published>2010-10-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:14:06.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nje ni vedno z njim</title><content type='html'>solze stekajo se v ocean,&lt;br /&gt;nebo mu ne pomeni nič,&lt;br /&gt;če je ni,&lt;br /&gt;zvezde z neba ne svetijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bolj kot išče razlog&lt;br /&gt;bolj čuti&lt;br /&gt;da nori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ker če je ni potem tud' njega ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sivo nebo vidi črno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;če je ni&lt;br /&gt;ne pomeni nič mu nič.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ker hoče biti tam kjer je in ker noče biti razvalina,&lt;br /&gt;želi njeni toplini biti simpatija.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-2394908390502143190?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2394908390502143190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2394908390502143190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2010/10/nje-ni-vedno-z-njim.html' title='Nje ni vedno z njim'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-3455215986778360543</id><published>2010-10-12T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:20:35.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>colors of mood</title><content type='html'>red&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-3455215986778360543?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3455215986778360543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3455215986778360543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2010/10/colors-of-mood.html' title='colors of mood'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-6771979120431565402</id><published>2010-08-01T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:57:57.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bivša</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nočem bit nesramen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ne zajedljiv,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;kot ona,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;vendar&amp;nbsp;nima drugega  obraza,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;kot tega,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ki ga skriva za fasado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;umetnih laži.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ne morem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;izgovoriti,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;kako mi je žal,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ne maram,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;je kot mame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;najinega sina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-6771979120431565402?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/6771979120431565402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/6771979120431565402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2010/08/bivsa.html' title='Bivša'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-3488161386716087790</id><published>2010-07-13T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:06:54.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zakaj v večeru</title><content type='html'>||:&lt;br /&gt;pogled mu nate &lt;br /&gt;skoz'&amp;nbsp;solze slane &lt;br /&gt;upanje&amp;nbsp;in rosno jutro prebudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oprosti mu, ljubezen moja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mar&amp;nbsp;ne ljubi te dovolj ?&lt;br /&gt;kajti&amp;nbsp;ne zmore&amp;nbsp;dat'&amp;nbsp;ti vsega&lt;br /&gt;kar želel bi, da bi 'mela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duši ni nikoli dovolj.&lt;br /&gt;Zato on vedno, vsakič&amp;nbsp;znova &lt;br /&gt;kot sonce v večeru umira &lt;br /&gt;:||&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-3488161386716087790?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3488161386716087790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3488161386716087790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2010/07/zakaj-v-veceru.html' title='Zakaj v večeru'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-3161530424537814249</id><published>2010-06-24T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:41:19.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in ti ...</title><content type='html'>Oj... &lt;br /&gt;Mar mislis da ne vidim&lt;br /&gt;ljubezni tvoje zaigrane&lt;br /&gt;mar ne vidis da zelim&lt;br /&gt;samo si tebe ?&lt;br /&gt;ka(r)(j) slisim(,) ?&lt;br /&gt;ljubezni neiskrene&lt;br /&gt;več ne potrebujem&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;naj skrije se v nič.&lt;br /&gt;tudi miloščine ne&lt;br /&gt;al me hočeš al me ne.&lt;br /&gt;al me hočeš al me ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prodiram vate,&lt;br /&gt;mar ne čutiš kako z brazdami posula si moje oko ?&lt;br /&gt;daj nameni mi orgazem&lt;br /&gt;deklica moja&lt;br /&gt;mar videla nisi,&lt;br /&gt;kakšne sinove, princeso imava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oprosti mi da ne ostajam,&lt;br /&gt;ko te želim objeti, te ni,&lt;br /&gt;al' sem predaleč,&lt;br /&gt;dlje kot sonce od tebe &lt;br /&gt;al' nimam dne,&lt;br /&gt;ne želim, da bi se&amp;nbsp; ne trudil&lt;br /&gt;četudi ostanem dlje&lt;br /&gt;raje umrem,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;kot da te zadenem v srce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-3161530424537814249?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3161530424537814249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3161530424537814249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-ti.html' title='in ti ...'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-1992208751171782300</id><published>2010-06-06T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:38:44.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zvezde</title><content type='html'>rad bi te prijel za roko&lt;br /&gt;ti pokazal nebo, ki ni črno,&lt;br /&gt;modro je, vidiš&lt;br /&gt;kako globoka modrina sije skozi modrino v globine,&lt;br /&gt;povsod,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamor koli pogledaš, vidiš  (zvezde)&lt;br /&gt;kot luči, ki sijejo skozi,&lt;br /&gt;ni črne, vidiš  (zvezde)&lt;br /&gt;svetijo, sijejo, skozi,&lt;br /&gt;kjerkoli, vidiš &lt;br /&gt;kako veter vrtinči oblake,&lt;br /&gt;nad nama.&lt;br /&gt;vidiš, &lt;br /&gt;Kako vrti se življenje in šviga mimo oblakov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tako srečen sem, da lahko &lt;br /&gt;vidim to čudovito magijo,&lt;br /&gt;to  krasno lepoto sveta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pred nama.&lt;br /&gt;vse kar sem videl,&lt;br /&gt;in videl sem mnogo, &lt;br /&gt;a nič tako lepega,&lt;br /&gt;vsaj ne tako lepo,&lt;br /&gt;kot lepo vidiš lepo ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-1992208751171782300?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1992208751171782300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1992208751171782300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2010/06/zvezde.html' title='Zvezde'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-4780717068689857491</id><published>2009-11-09T15:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:27:32.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Miles Davis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An aquaintance, well known figure tried to look smart and important,&lt;br /&gt;picking me constantly, then he  asked me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...but, do you realy know who Miles is ?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i looked at him, then gazed toward the stars, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and thoughts got warm, i smiled and said&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about his music,&lt;br /&gt;nor can i play it so,&lt;br /&gt;but i do know,&lt;br /&gt;he sometimes made me sad,&lt;br /&gt;wanting me face eternity,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I cried,&lt;br /&gt;in shear intense of clarity&lt;br /&gt;his sound, fulfiled,&lt;br /&gt;made me alive,&lt;br /&gt;to tell a story full of life,&lt;br /&gt;imagine,&lt;br /&gt;he managed to explain me in music&lt;br /&gt;his dream from last night,&lt;br /&gt;The man with the horn made me scream,&lt;br /&gt;of happiness and joy,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I jumped,&lt;br /&gt;to follow sorcerer's enchanted rhythm&lt;br /&gt;hands claped,&lt;br /&gt;just to get the feel of mystery,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then I turned to him with tears in my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i don't realy know who the man was,",  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but he still continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you recall any of his melodies ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you &lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i mourned  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master.  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grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ljubljana Kino Šiška, 9.11.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-4780717068689857491?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4780717068689857491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4780717068689857491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2009/11/tribute-to-miles-davis.html' title='A tribute to Miles Davis'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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pečejo, &lt;br /&gt;solze več ne tečejo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-4868635105066769356?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4868635105066769356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4868635105066769356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2009/07/poslednjic-ljubi-on-nazaj.html' title='Poslednjič ljubi on nazaj'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3513918163840701896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2009/07/inverz-neskoncnosti.html' title='Inverz neskončnosti'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-637676812728000219</id><published>2009-05-07T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:20:43.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poulični pevec</title><content type='html'>V mnogih je stvareh zablodil&lt;br /&gt;a takrat ko ne,&lt;br /&gt;s tabo v mislih blodi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mnogo je poti prehodil,&lt;br /&gt;a takrat ko odhaja,&lt;br /&gt;ve da ne gre,&lt;br /&gt;le po daljši poti nazaj k tebi hiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mnogo sanj je že pozabil,&lt;br /&gt;a medtem ko spi,&lt;br /&gt;sanja,&lt;br /&gt;da se s tabo v rosno jutro prebudi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-637676812728000219?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/637676812728000219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/637676812728000219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/poulicni-pevec.html' title='Poulični pevec'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-2072667189263535390</id><published>2009-03-14T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:48:06.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odpluj mi v luč, prijatelj stari</title><content type='html'>življenje se spreminja, potihem se v prah spreminja.&lt;br /&gt;misel mi s prijatelji izginja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni izhoda, nihče ti ne pove, kaj pomembno je, kaj ne.&lt;br /&gt;Ni pomena, da se trudiš, vse je šala, razveseli se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vse najboljše, predno se z usodo spogledaš,&lt;br /&gt;predno se še zadnjič v ogenj zagledaš.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prebediva še to noč. Pojdiva plesat v temo.&lt;br /&gt;Jutri si oddahneš !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iz objema smrti v ples življenja mi zapluj.&lt;br /&gt;z zadnjim dihom proti luči s polnimi jadri pluj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"O tema, prijateljica, k tebi prihajam.&lt;br /&gt;neustavljivo od tu, v senco odhajam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjač sem bil kot ti, ti postal si sanje,&lt;br /&gt;jaz pa tu stojim in čakam tujca, da tvoje ime v kamen vklesa,&lt;br /&gt;da vržem rožo in se poslovim od tvojega srca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dajo, prijatelj dragi, ta je zate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Počivaj v miru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se vidimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20.3.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-2072667189263535390?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2072667189263535390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2072667189263535390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2009/03/odpluj-mi-v-luc-prijatelj-stari.html' title='Odpluj mi v luč, prijatelj stari'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-1256919871389621483</id><published>2009-01-24T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:19:41.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>A bi rad še kaj povedal ?</title><content type='html'>edino kar imam, edino kar želim&lt;br /&gt;je da vidim kako odraščajo ljudje,&lt;br /&gt;da se okrepčam,&lt;br /&gt;da se ne sladkam...&lt;br /&gt;ampak post življenja mi ne da,&lt;br /&gt;razumeti da kolegica mi ne da,&lt;br /&gt;fukat s kurcem do neba,&lt;br /&gt;čeprav si to žele,&lt;br /&gt;čeprav si to hote,&lt;br /&gt;in tisto v glavi,&lt;br /&gt;jim ne da,&lt;br /&gt;da bi razumele,&lt;br /&gt;od starosti veze,&lt;br /&gt;da od miškota,&lt;br /&gt;zrela je lepota,&lt;br /&gt;le zakaj se ti poklanjam&lt;br /&gt;misliš da od spoštovanja ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prijatli, vam nikoli ne spovem dovolj.&lt;br /&gt;nikoli, da je ona tista,&lt;br /&gt;ki mi v srcu zaigra,&lt;br /&gt;prekleta, da me strela udari.&lt;br /&gt;usoda kruta je prišla,&lt;br /&gt;me vzela,&lt;br /&gt;iztrgala,&lt;br /&gt;iz objema,&lt;br /&gt;svetega.&lt;br /&gt;me kot cvet odtrgala,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brat moj,&lt;br /&gt;od matere odvzet,&lt;br /&gt;kako dovolil si,&lt;br /&gt;da sprovedem to bolezen,&lt;br /&gt;večno kot ljubezen,&lt;br /&gt;kako si vedel ?&lt;br /&gt;da ne bom uspel,&lt;br /&gt;s teboj v ta trenutek bom ujel,&lt;br /&gt;preprost trenutek njenega pogleda.&lt;br /&gt;ta moment je bistvo njenega izgleda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al jo izpolnjujem,&lt;br /&gt;to ne vem,&lt;br /&gt;a če rečeš mi,&lt;br /&gt;da ljubiš me,&lt;br /&gt;ti zaupam,&lt;br /&gt;in zavedno si želim&lt;br /&gt;da vračam ti ljubezen, večno,&lt;br /&gt;oprosti...&lt;br /&gt;da izkoriščam te.&lt;br /&gt;vem pa to, ker daješ mi,&lt;br /&gt;daješ mi pač to kar si.&lt;br /&gt;in to kar si,&lt;br /&gt;to si pač ti,&lt;br /&gt;in to kar si,&lt;br /&gt;si pač to ti.&lt;br /&gt;o hvala ti,&lt;br /&gt;da sem kar si,&lt;br /&gt;da sem kar si,&lt;br /&gt;pač to si ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ko si mi strga,&lt;br /&gt;komaj čakam,&lt;br /&gt;da te vidim golo,&lt;br /&gt;da te vidim takšno.&lt;br /&gt;da se strga mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;čeprav besed,&lt;br /&gt;ki opisale bi,&lt;br /&gt;to kar si,&lt;br /&gt;kako te ljubim,&lt;br /&gt;da nesmrtost dal bi zate,&lt;br /&gt;o ti angel moj lepote.&lt;br /&gt;ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veš da bi umrl zate ?&lt;br /&gt;veš ?&lt;br /&gt;da ljubezen,&lt;br /&gt;ki mi je mi edina,&lt;br /&gt;verjetnost da  si konkubina,&lt;br /&gt;nikoli ne odtehta,&lt;br /&gt;moje sle po tebi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ničesar nimam več,&lt;br /&gt;moj mladostni meč,&lt;br /&gt;odšel je v sončni svet,&lt;br /&gt;v ničemer več ne vidim red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izbrisal bi te iz spomina,&lt;br /&gt;za zmeraj ubil te,&lt;br /&gt;samo da bi mi ne izazvenela,&lt;br /&gt;ta tvoja ljubezen,&lt;br /&gt;topla, vroča kri,&lt;br /&gt;monumentalno v trenutku ujeta,&lt;br /&gt;s kurcem mastnim&lt;br /&gt;v oko zadeta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-1256919871389621483?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1256919871389621483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1256919871389621483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2009/01/edino-kar-imam-edino-kar-elim-je-da.html' title='A bi rad še kaj povedal ?'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-7934688509401335614</id><published>2009-01-24T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:10:00.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Mladost</title><content type='html'>Mislil sem da imam že vse,&lt;br /&gt;na steni napise, v žepu cigarete.&lt;br /&gt;misli ne zlobne,&lt;br /&gt;pač pa naivne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bil je čas, ko nisem vedel,&lt;br /&gt;kaj pomeni to imeti,&lt;br /&gt;kaj verjeti,&lt;br /&gt;kaj doumeti.&lt;br /&gt;Nisem vedel niti,&lt;br /&gt;Kaj pomeni si te vzeti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bil je čas, ko sem vseveden,&lt;br /&gt;prav vsak dan,&lt;br /&gt;bil nezaveden,&lt;br /&gt;medtem ko znano sem iskal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-7934688509401335614?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/7934688509401335614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/7934688509401335614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2009/01/mladost.html' title='Mladost'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-8994224032465625783</id><published>2009-01-23T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:14:14.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Ničesar več ne potrebuje</title><content type='html'>V spanju slišal se je govoriti,&lt;br /&gt;a resnica laže,&lt;br /&gt;v bistvu ga še bolj boli.&lt;br /&gt;da ni on tam,&lt;br /&gt;kjer hodiš ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veš kaj si je želel ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da postelji njegovi njegov angel spi,&lt;br /&gt;čeprav boji se,&lt;br /&gt;da ga izgubi,&lt;br /&gt;saj pritiske duše pogubljene,&lt;br /&gt;edino on lahko vzdrži.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veš kaj si zdaj želi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danes več ničesar,&lt;br /&gt;ko misli, je,&lt;br /&gt;in vse kar mu je pomembno,&lt;br /&gt;je to, da si.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-8994224032465625783?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/8994224032465625783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/8994224032465625783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2009/01/niesar-ve-ne-potrebuje.html' title='Ničesar več ne potrebuje'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-5780611474414844367</id><published>2008-12-29T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T04:23:18.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proti resnici</title><content type='html'>Včasih Usodo &lt;br /&gt;težko je doumeti, &lt;br /&gt;a vse bolj se mi zdi,&lt;br /&gt;da uvidel sem, &lt;br /&gt;kam se ta moj &lt;br /&gt;mali svet vrti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Včasih nisem vedel,&lt;br /&gt;koliko sem živ, &lt;br /&gt;danes vem,&lt;br /&gt;da že jutri grem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bolj ko se resnici približujem&lt;br /&gt;ničesar več ne obžalujem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-5780611474414844367?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/5780611474414844367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/5780611474414844367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/12/proti-resnici.html' title='Proti resnici'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-1553765044625312055</id><published>2008-12-08T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:14:46.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>I miss you&lt;br /&gt;when you go&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;to another room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-1553765044625312055?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1553765044625312055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1553765044625312055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-5193241616597111028</id><published>2008-08-05T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:57:01.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Naj povem še to, da</title><content type='html'>ko odidem,&lt;br /&gt;ne žaluj.&lt;br /&gt;izbriši me,&lt;br /&gt;pozabi,&lt;br /&gt;ne objukuj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vsaj poiskusi,&lt;br /&gt;najti znova srečo...&lt;br /&gt;črni panter moj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-5193241616597111028?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/5193241616597111028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/5193241616597111028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/08/naj-povem-e-to-da.html' title='Naj povem še to, da'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-847753059246658160</id><published>2008-07-14T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:58:32.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Vprašanje</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;V temni noči,&lt;br /&gt;Ob hitri cesti,&lt;br /&gt;z mrzlim vetrom v laseh.&lt;br /&gt;pil sem da pozabim,&lt;br /&gt;spomine zadnjih let.&lt;br /&gt;V glavi me piga,&lt;br /&gt;pogled megli.&lt;br /&gt;Neznanca pred mano sem slišal mrmrati&lt;br /&gt;pada, v pekel ali letim v nebesa ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-847753059246658160?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/847753059246658160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/847753059246658160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/07/vpraanje.html' title='Vprašanje'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-1317881458681057635</id><published>2008-07-14T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:21:07.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>končati na komodi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Na obisku gledam sliko v okvirju.&lt;br /&gt;Smrtnik.Beda.&lt;br /&gt;Preživetje.&lt;br /&gt;Čas obeda.&lt;br /&gt;Golobica,&lt;br /&gt;gabi se mi skleda. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-1317881458681057635?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1317881458681057635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1317881458681057635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/07/konati-na-komodi.html' title='končati na komodi'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-4002200644879311863</id><published>2008-06-09T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T03:13:55.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>se skriva</title><content type='html'>V jutru ... nov dan.&lt;br /&gt;v spočetju ... življenje,&lt;br /&gt;v smrti ... odrešenje.&lt;br /&gt;V soju lune božanski plan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vsi mi,&lt;br /&gt;odhajamo v neskončno,&lt;br /&gt;vi ostajate, upam da pokončno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-4002200644879311863?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4002200644879311863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4002200644879311863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/06/se-skriva.html' title='se skriva'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-3203369264769759307</id><published>2008-06-09T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T03:11:02.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Tokrat ne pojdeš z menoj</title><content type='html'>Naj mi povejo&lt;br /&gt;Zakaj se mi rosijo oči,&lt;br /&gt;Kadar koli pogledam drugam,&lt;br /&gt;Vidim, da se jočem zaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jočem, a ne za seboj,&lt;br /&gt;za nerojenimi sinovi in za teboj,&lt;br /&gt;ljubezen.&lt;br /&gt;MOLČI !&lt;br /&gt;Tokrat ne pojdeš z menoj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-3203369264769759307?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3203369264769759307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3203369264769759307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/06/tokrat-ne-pojde-z-menoj.html' title='Tokrat ne pojdeš z menoj'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-3815639631217639845</id><published>2008-05-29T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:40:43.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Počitnice</title><content type='html'>Na belem pesku ležim&lt;br /&gt;napol v sanjah mižim&lt;br /&gt;od daleč slišim glasove,&lt;br /&gt;bučne in tuje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V glavi tisoč let norim&lt;br /&gt;v sanjah za teboj letim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ko bil sem še nov,&lt;br /&gt;gnetel sem svojo snov,&lt;br /&gt;Pisal pesmi&lt;br /&gt;V besedi resni,&lt;br /&gt;bal se, da te izgubim,&lt;br /&gt;Risal sem,&lt;br /&gt;Kričal,&lt;br /&gt;da te nazaj dobim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-3815639631217639845?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3815639631217639845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3815639631217639845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/na-belem-pesku-leim-napol-v-sanjah-miim.html' title='Počitnice'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-7716854305775112893</id><published>2008-05-29T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:43:48.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Črni angel moj</title><content type='html'>Ne dovoli, da te ljubim&lt;br /&gt;Črni angel moj,&lt;br /&gt;ko te snubim,&lt;br /&gt;ko te ljubim,&lt;br /&gt;ne prikimaj,&lt;br /&gt;skrij obraz si svoj,&lt;br /&gt;raje ubeži mi s pogledom,&lt;br /&gt;izperi vonj si moj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-7716854305775112893?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/7716854305775112893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/7716854305775112893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/rni-angel-moj.html' title='Črni angel moj'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-3503467506157262796</id><published>2008-05-29T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:33:10.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do takrat</title><content type='html'>ko boš izvedela za poezijo,&lt;br /&gt;za menoj jokala boš,&lt;br /&gt;Tenor zasedbo dala boš,&lt;br /&gt;Če bi znal povedat ti,&lt;br /&gt;da joči,&lt;br /&gt;mar solzo zame potočila bi ?&lt;br /&gt;zanj mogoče ?&lt;br /&gt;a zase bi ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-3503467506157262796?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3503467506157262796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3503467506157262796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-takrat.html' title='Do takrat'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-3682572647610830609</id><published>2008-05-29T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:30:55.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Predikat</title><content type='html'>To ni laž,&lt;br /&gt;Če ni resnica,&lt;br /&gt;smrt je sredina in ni krivica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Če ni laž,&lt;br /&gt;In ni resnica,&lt;br /&gt;je sredina smrt ali krivica ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-3682572647610830609?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3682572647610830609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3682572647610830609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/predikat.html' title='Predikat'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-2351393022389115860</id><published>2008-05-29T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:31:07.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Komu verjeti</title><content type='html'>Zlodej, daj povej,&lt;br /&gt;naj prisluhnem tebi ali njej ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-2351393022389115860?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2351393022389115860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2351393022389115860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/komu-verjeti.html' title='Komu verjeti'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-2644354119976982375</id><published>2008-05-29T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:26:07.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Raj</title><content type='html'>V besedah razdvojen,&lt;br /&gt;v resnici povzdigovan,&lt;br /&gt;v mislih razsekan.&lt;br /&gt;v lažeh razklan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobega v drugo ni,&lt;br /&gt;v tist začaran odrešitve kraj,&lt;br /&gt;oddaljen,&lt;br /&gt;na tisoč kosov razdrobljeni,&lt;br /&gt;v tisoč miljah izgubljeni raj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-2644354119976982375?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2644354119976982375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2644354119976982375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/raj.html' title='Raj'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-2940022583655548561</id><published>2008-05-29T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:11:50.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Kaj še...</title><content type='html'>Bolj kot me je strah umreti,&lt;br /&gt;je svojih sanj ne izživeti,&lt;br /&gt;kolesja sreče ne vrteti,&lt;br /&gt;ugank življenja ne doumeti,&lt;br /&gt;ljubezni tvoje ne imeti,&lt;br /&gt;svojih otrok ne razumeti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-2940022583655548561?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2940022583655548561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2940022583655548561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/kaj-e.html' title='Kaj še...'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-3143059044426169967</id><published>2008-05-29T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:24:49.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Prehitro</title><content type='html'>Hodim po mestu s tresočimi rokami,&lt;br /&gt;odhajam, a bi rad še ostal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razmišljam, a časa več nimam,&lt;br /&gt;rad bi povedal, da te ljubim in da ne bi rad spal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosim ne joči, prosim oprosti,&lt;br /&gt;rad videl bi zvezdo s soncem sijati.&lt;br /&gt;poslušal bi smeh v iskrivih očeh,&lt;br /&gt;se radostil, se veselil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poslušam, v času odmev,&lt;br /&gt;hvaljena, da si z menoj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odhajam, v šum vetra.&lt;br /&gt;ostal bi rad tukaj, s teboj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-3143059044426169967?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3143059044426169967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3143059044426169967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/prehitro.html' title='Prehitro'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-4486903565873118884</id><published>2008-05-05T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T03:12:25.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cikel</title><content type='html'>A se bova igrala ?&lt;br /&gt;Joj, sine, nimam časa.&lt;br /&gt;A bosta ostala ?&lt;br /&gt;Ne sine, nimava časa.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Sine, a se bova igrala ?&lt;br /&gt;Ne, oče, nimam časa.&lt;br /&gt;A bosta ostala ?&lt;br /&gt;Ne oče, nimava časa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-4486903565873118884?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4486903565873118884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4486903565873118884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/cikel-alosti.html' title='Cikel'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-4861605924721532216</id><published>2008-05-04T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:59:08.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Še dobro da</title><content type='html'>odšla si,&lt;br /&gt;te v glavi,&lt;br /&gt;v mislih,&lt;br /&gt;v srcu več ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam se v megli na vlažnem dnu,&lt;br /&gt;skrivajo želje prodane zlu,&lt;br /&gt;po temnem angelu hrepenim,&lt;br /&gt;z njo divje noči prebedeti želim,&lt;br /&gt;z njo se v jutru zbuditi želim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Pravijo, da je vsaka izgubljena veza dobra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-4861605924721532216?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4861605924721532216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4861605924721532216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/e-dobro-da.html' title='Še dobro da'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-1745658925967121430</id><published>2008-05-04T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T03:00:59.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Kako do nje ?</title><content type='html'>Tudi če skočim,&lt;br /&gt;do nje brez kril ne priletim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Nimam kril. Obstaja dvom, a bi me videla, četudi bi jih imel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-1745658925967121430?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1745658925967121430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1745658925967121430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/kako-do-nje.html' title='Kako do nje ?'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-3022811345772083751</id><published>2008-05-04T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T03:03:18.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Skoraj</title><content type='html'>Včeraj sem te zopet videl,&lt;br /&gt;se skoraj vate zaletel,&lt;br /&gt;te poljubil in objel,&lt;br /&gt;te v hipu vzel.&lt;br /&gt;Včeraj,&lt;br /&gt;sem te skoraj,&lt;br /&gt;skoraj res imel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(res je čisto malo manjkalo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-3022811345772083751?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3022811345772083751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3022811345772083751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/skoraj.html' title='Skoraj'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-1466524231259864831</id><published>2008-05-04T02:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T03:06:04.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Angel angelu hudič</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Zate si krila angela odrežem,&lt;br /&gt;neskončne žile porežem,&lt;br /&gt;zvezdne oči iztaknem,&lt;br /&gt;če s tem solze tvoje odplaknem.&lt;br /&gt;A se te potem lahko dotaknem ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Zate bi vse naredil, samo ne joči, ok ?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-1466524231259864831?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1466524231259864831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1466524231259864831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/angel-angelu-hudi.html' title='Angel angelu hudič'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-4525102103273657940</id><published>2008-05-04T02:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T04:32:24.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Obup</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Včeraj sem zagledal se v tvoje lepe oči.&lt;br /&gt;Danes gledam kako strmijo in nemo trpijo,&lt;br /&gt;za jutri zaman se solzijo.&lt;br /&gt;Izgubljeno nazaj nikdar ne dobijo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Enkrat ti bom povedal, da je iskanje ljubezni zaman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-4525102103273657940?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4525102103273657940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4525102103273657940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/obup.html' title='Obup'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-4134202292113309406</id><published>2008-05-04T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T03:14:30.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Hej</title><content type='html'>Prihajam,&lt;br /&gt;zaplešem za trenutek,&lt;br /&gt;otipam za osnutek.&lt;br /&gt;v redu, dobro,&lt;br /&gt;danes bom ljubimec tvoj.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Včeraj nisem bil čisto svoj&lt;br /&gt;Danes se ti pokažem še&lt;br /&gt;V luči temne,&lt;br /&gt;v podobi grozljive mačehe.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Jutri pridem spet,&lt;br /&gt;Za slo v meni,&lt;br /&gt;korenino v tebi,&lt;br /&gt;tvegal bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-4134202292113309406?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4134202292113309406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4134202292113309406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/05/hej.html' title='Hej'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-7933274654740741615</id><published>2008-03-16T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T03:04:56.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting for love'/><title type='text'>Neverjetno</title><content type='html'>Ko te ob meni ni,&lt;br /&gt;kot da se vse podira,&lt;br /&gt;se mi zdi,&lt;br /&gt;kot da se vse negira.&lt;br /&gt;tako čas stoji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Ne morem se navadit na to, da greš)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-7933274654740741615?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/7933274654740741615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/7933274654740741615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/03/neverjetno.html' title='Neverjetno'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-2928758099368830416</id><published>2008-02-20T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:33:46.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Ljubim ljubezen ljubeznive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ljubezni izgubljene.&lt;br /&gt;preproste in nedovoljene.&lt;br /&gt;ljubim ljubezni ljubeznive.&lt;br /&gt;igrive in nepotešljive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ljubim tvojo, ko se ljubi z mojo.&lt;br /&gt;ljubim mojo, ko se ljubi s tvojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igram se z njo, Igra se s tabo,&lt;br /&gt;Igraš se s mano, Igram se z njo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ljubim od blizu in od daleč.&lt;br /&gt;Ko sem na poti, sem že notri.&lt;br /&gt;In ko odhajam, že v mislih prihajam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-2928758099368830416?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2928758099368830416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2928758099368830416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/02/ljubim-ljubezen-ljubeznive.html' title='Ljubim ljubezen ljubeznive'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-4000755787417728042</id><published>2008-02-20T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:35:38.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In potem</title><content type='html'>Zavest več ne obstaja, nihče je ne razume.&lt;br /&gt;Telo bolezen mi razkraja, nihče zdravila ne doume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne mislim več, ker sem pohabljen.&lt;br /&gt;Ne sanjam več, ko sem osamljen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne bijem bitk več pogubljenih.&lt;br /&gt;Ne grabim ritk več razgaljenih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A se maščujem, ali naj raje se zmrdujem ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-4000755787417728042?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4000755787417728042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4000755787417728042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-potem.html' title='In potem'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-3763221377856489068</id><published>2008-01-08T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:52:32.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Yet I am afraid</title><content type='html'>I am a Man, I fear no One, No Single Soul, but Mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-3763221377856489068?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3763221377856489068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/3763221377856489068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/01/yet-i-am-afraid.html' title='Yet I am afraid'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-260929233129577545</id><published>2008-01-08T09:49:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:52:54.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers and sons'/><title type='text'>A dream of sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I kneel down in front of You to please...&lt;br /&gt;Again fear of losing is my crime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-260929233129577545?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/260929233129577545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/260929233129577545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-of-sons.html' title='A dream of sons'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-8799221008963766372</id><published>2008-01-08T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:55:27.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>I only seek redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Waiting is losing meaning to be.&lt;br /&gt;What does it meanto be free ?&lt;br /&gt;To be free from disease&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that is slowly eating me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-8799221008963766372?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/8799221008963766372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/8799221008963766372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-only-seek-redemption.html' title='I only seek redemption'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-2383201916555271740</id><published>2008-01-08T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:53:11.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f.o.a.d.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting for love'/><title type='text'>I can't take her back</title><content type='html'>Smell obtains flavor&lt;br /&gt;remains&lt;br /&gt;Domain of lover&lt;br /&gt;foreigner's taste&lt;br /&gt;will stay on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it happens...&lt;br /&gt;If she goes...&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to stay.&lt;br /&gt;To sustain tearings of heart,&lt;br /&gt;torments of soul,&lt;br /&gt;agony of leaving,&lt;br /&gt;Frustration of questions,&lt;br /&gt;full of tears,&lt;br /&gt;curse of answersfrom depths of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Pain and seduction,&lt;br /&gt;without introduction.&lt;br /&gt;Masturbation without Penetration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-2383201916555271740?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2383201916555271740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2383201916555271740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cant-take-her-back.html' title='I can&apos;t take her back'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-4433640505622559615</id><published>2007-12-04T05:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:34:30.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting for love'/><title type='text'>Če si, te ni</title><content type='html'>Če veš kdo sem,&lt;br /&gt;a vem, kdo si ?&lt;br /&gt;A veš, kdo sem,&lt;br /&gt;če vem, kdo si ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne veš, kdo sem,&lt;br /&gt;Ne vem, kje si.&lt;br /&gt;Če veš, kje sem,&lt;br /&gt;zakaj te ni ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Če veš, da sem,&lt;br /&gt;In vem, da si.&lt;br /&gt;A veš kje sem ?&lt;br /&gt;Če vem, kje si ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Če veš, kdo sem,&lt;br /&gt;In vem, kdo si.&lt;br /&gt;A veš da&lt;br /&gt;zame si le ti ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-4433640505622559615?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4433640505622559615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4433640505622559615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/12/e-si-te-ni.html' title='Če si, te ni'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-46416198739962869</id><published>2007-12-04T05:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:53:21.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting for love'/><title type='text'>...my lover</title><content type='html'>I meet such a beautiful flower&lt;br /&gt;seems she can stop time&lt;br /&gt;now she's on the travel&lt;br /&gt;to depths of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My tiny one-dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-46416198739962869?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/46416198739962869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/46416198739962869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-lover.html' title='...my lover'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-984302905308220145</id><published>2007-07-26T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:34:36.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f.o.a.d.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Oda bicikleti</title><content type='html'>O ti bicikel moj&lt;br /&gt;ki si me pelu po tem mestu&lt;br /&gt;vrgel si me s sebe koj,&lt;br /&gt;ko prvič pelu sem te dol po bregu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skupaj sva se vlekla za roge&lt;br /&gt;natikala si ščitnike&lt;br /&gt;Včasih bil si ti opraskan.&lt;br /&gt;Ali pa jst polomljen in pošivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spomni se, ko sva lovila zajca,&lt;br /&gt;Predno si odšel od mene.&lt;br /&gt;Upam da mu bo&lt;br /&gt;iztaknu oko&lt;br /&gt;Zlomu roko&lt;br /&gt;In nasadu ga na jajca.&lt;br /&gt;Tistmu k te je ukral od mene:&lt;br /&gt;Ti za vedno boš prekleti !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;26.7.2006 Je žalosten dan za me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Če ga dobim, mu bo žal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-984302905308220145?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/984302905308220145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/984302905308220145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/07/oda-bicikleti.html' title='Oda bicikleti'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-5069273751082864324</id><published>2007-07-24T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T05:33:19.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting for love'/><title type='text'>How do you think he feels ?</title><content type='html'>Lonely man in silent room is whispering her song&lt;br /&gt;still hears her singing,&lt;br /&gt;"ain't no sunshine when she gone".&lt;br /&gt;waiting is so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full moon is appearing as afternoon is disapearing.&lt;br /&gt;Storm is coming as his heart is one with mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes flashes for her lightning,&lt;br /&gt;silence after thunder,&lt;br /&gt;strong sounds for her owling wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should he let her go,&lt;br /&gt;because of too much love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her freedom will be taken&lt;br /&gt;his heart will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reflection of myself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whole world has a  chance to dance.  I need a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drink to think. To forget  the remaining time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-5069273751082864324?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/5069273751082864324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/5069273751082864324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-do-you-think-he-feels.html' title='How do you think he feels ?'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-2856572456016686120</id><published>2007-07-08T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:34:44.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystique'/><title type='text'>Svetloba ljubezni me je zaslepila</title><content type='html'>Če odšla boš, odnesi še ljubezen mi s seboj&lt;br /&gt;božansko očarljiva, da ne ostala bi z menoj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nočem, da mi luna s svojim sijem, bolečino v prsih skriva.&lt;br /&gt;Nočem, da srce mi misli spet spreminja v solze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ukradeš mi ljubezen, meni, ki vsako jutro pravim ti,&lt;br /&gt;da ljubim te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potem izčrpan, brez zdravila bi zbolel,&lt;br /&gt;od hrepenenja&lt;br /&gt;mi razum usode nikdar ne bi sprejel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utrujen od ljubezni slepih,&lt;br /&gt;nosil bi me tok utvar.&lt;br /&gt;večno zmeden taval,&lt;br /&gt;tonil v brezna starih slav,&lt;br /&gt;zaman iskal modrost pozabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takrat ostane mi&lt;br /&gt;kot se mi zdi,&lt;br /&gt;samo še sij notranji,&lt;br /&gt;da me razsvetli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-2856572456016686120?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2856572456016686120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2856572456016686120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/07/svetloba-ljubezni-me-je-zaslepila.html' title='Svetloba ljubezni me je zaslepila'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-4323823817861791300</id><published>2007-06-14T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:34:58.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>... nazaj.</title><content type='html'>Rad bi se spominjal&lt;br /&gt;kako si te ob sebi želim&lt;br /&gt;in kaj vse bi storil,&lt;br /&gt;da zate bil bi nenadomestijiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zate bi se umoril,&lt;br /&gt;samo da b'te nazaj dobil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaj čutiš, ko gola ob meni ležiš&lt;br /&gt;kaj misliš, ko od užitkov mižiš.&lt;br /&gt;ko te pritiskam, žariš.&lt;br /&gt;Ko me ni, zaradi tega trpiš ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Za koga vse sem se boril in se še boril bi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-4323823817861791300?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4323823817861791300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4323823817861791300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/06/nazaj.html' title='... nazaj.'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-2728515493551551738</id><published>2007-06-03T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:34:50.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Slutnja</title><content type='html'>Zapleši z mano&lt;br /&gt;deklica prikupna&lt;br /&gt;znova me zavedi&lt;br /&gt;pokaži mi svoj sladki greh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zadrži mi roko&lt;br /&gt;deklica vesela&lt;br /&gt;nikoli ne izpusti.&lt;br /&gt;nameni mi nasmeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z ustnic pil bi,&lt;br /&gt;te okušal,&lt;br /&gt;sokove sreče&lt;br /&gt;naselil ti v telo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedaj&lt;br /&gt;Gorim kot angel,&lt;br /&gt;rojen kot hudič.&lt;br /&gt;Brez kril,&lt;br /&gt;brez tebe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-2728515493551551738?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2728515493551551738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2728515493551551738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/06/slutnja.html' title='Slutnja'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-8884630774645670306</id><published>2007-05-21T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T02:42:37.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow life'/><title type='text'>There is no pride in living, without knowing why</title><content type='html'>We are fathers of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;mighty,&lt;br /&gt;We filled the ocean&lt;br /&gt;by shedding salty tears.&lt;br /&gt;For others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are mothers of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;taking care&lt;br /&gt;growing old.&lt;br /&gt;giving love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are brothers, sister of a wind,&lt;br /&gt;breathing,&lt;br /&gt;waiting hours&lt;br /&gt;for our final gasp.&lt;br /&gt;to take forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are children of the sun,&lt;br /&gt;exquisite, tiny parts that shine.&lt;br /&gt;fastest ray of light.&lt;br /&gt;infinite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-8884630774645670306?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/8884630774645670306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/8884630774645670306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-are-fathers-of-sea-mighty-we-filled.html' title='There is no pride in living, without knowing why'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-1645617753354741475</id><published>2007-05-21T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:35:46.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers and sons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Vse najboljše</title><content type='html'>Ko se za trenutek ustavim,&lt;br /&gt;se kanček sreče&lt;br /&gt;v del svetlobe spremeni.&lt;br /&gt;To sem jaz. To si ti.&lt;br /&gt;Ko čas se&lt;br /&gt;v meni, zate ustavi,&lt;br /&gt;se del svetlobe znova,&lt;br /&gt;v meni, zate spet rodi.&lt;br /&gt;Ta del svetlobe si v meni ti.&lt;br /&gt;Ta del si zame ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-1645617753354741475?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1645617753354741475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1645617753354741475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/05/vse-najbolje.html' title='Vse najboljše'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-7927308982997692007</id><published>2007-05-08T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T01:42:59.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow life'/><title type='text'>So little time, so much to do</title><content type='html'>Cool down, slow down &lt;br /&gt;are you crazy ?&lt;br /&gt;where do you find the energy &lt;br /&gt;You will burn out.&lt;br /&gt;Things can wait, &lt;br /&gt;a day has only so many hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will just get old, &lt;br /&gt;or maybe you'll leave on halfway.&lt;br /&gt;think about what's waiting for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can rest. &lt;br /&gt;You are doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;The life you lead &lt;br /&gt;is too stressful. &lt;br /&gt;No one can see when they are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is passion,&lt;br /&gt;There is your pride,&lt;br /&gt;There are your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;not all will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut down the phone,&lt;br /&gt;Disappear for a while,&lt;br /&gt;think about what's waiting for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet hill,&lt;br /&gt;an endless ocean,&lt;br /&gt;curly river.&lt;br /&gt;bright blue sky, &lt;br /&gt;fresh bed, &lt;br /&gt;ashes,&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-7927308982997692007?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/7927308982997692007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/7927308982997692007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-little-time-so-much-to-do.html' title='So little time, so much to do'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-2544552739033571544</id><published>2007-04-26T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:04:46.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f.o.a.d.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistake'/><title type='text'>All the things you do</title><content type='html'>Think fully of all the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow you might be here,&lt;br /&gt;but your dreams might be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgoten,&lt;br /&gt;Taken,&lt;br /&gt;Stolen,&lt;br /&gt;Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold out.&lt;br /&gt;To the devil in disguise. &lt;br /&gt;To the person of the night.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be held responsible,&lt;br /&gt;of all the things you'll do.&lt;br /&gt;Your innocence won't help.&lt;br /&gt;and thrust won't save you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things you'll do,&lt;br /&gt;only you can save you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-2544552739033571544?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2544552739033571544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/2544552739033571544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-things-you-do.html' title='All the things you do'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-11661178916375531</id><published>2007-03-23T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T02:39:45.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f.o.a.d.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistake'/><title type='text'>Poor soul salvation or someone's redemption</title><content type='html'>As ice is melting in the stream&lt;br /&gt;I changed&lt;br /&gt;Life was brighter, It was good to be.&lt;br /&gt; sadness is darker changing bits of me.&lt;br /&gt; I used to be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I used to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Now something is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; feels like history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my pleasure, I'll give you my pain.&lt;br /&gt;I'll steal your desire just to ease my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; someone gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i don't believe in you and me.&lt;br /&gt;No time to shed your tears for me,&lt;br /&gt;love will get you finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll break your heart,&lt;br /&gt;you can't   help me.&lt;br /&gt;i told you from the start:&lt;br /&gt;Don't you trust me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-11661178916375531?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/11661178916375531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/11661178916375531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/03/poor-soul-salvation-or-someones.html' title='Poor soul salvation or someone&apos;s redemption'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-1075896647398355868</id><published>2007-02-21T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:45:30.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystique'/><title type='text'>Intentional Wish</title><content type='html'>What does it feel like&lt;br /&gt;To experience serenity of life&lt;br /&gt;To breath for short time&lt;br /&gt;What is it like to be&lt;br /&gt;free from the future.&lt;br /&gt;free from the past ?&lt;br /&gt;Imagine ...&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Hope,&lt;br /&gt;Another day,&lt;br /&gt;Joy,&lt;br /&gt;That will stay with you&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hold on my friends, it's getting better and better with time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-1075896647398355868?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1075896647398355868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1075896647398355868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/02/intentional-wish.html' title='Intentional Wish'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-5889848031908847476</id><published>2007-01-30T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T05:52:16.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistake'/><title type='text'>Two days after</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I even went out with her&lt;br /&gt;then she looked pretty&lt;br /&gt;now she's ugly as hell&lt;br /&gt;a chance of love maybe?&lt;br /&gt;she looked like a woman then&lt;br /&gt;now she acts like her man&lt;br /&gt;always last in the bar&lt;br /&gt;thoughts went too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...because i was not being myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-5889848031908847476?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/5889848031908847476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/5889848031908847476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-day-after.html' title='Two days after'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-1835587668548438571</id><published>2007-01-08T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:58:14.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>D for destiny</title><content type='html'>G for glory.&lt;br /&gt;A for recognition,&lt;br /&gt;some form of  revelation&lt;br /&gt;of living and unliving things&lt;br /&gt;exchanging essence just to serve,&lt;br /&gt;that should be if possible,&lt;br /&gt;purpose  for living.&lt;br /&gt;I saw death,&lt;br /&gt;rising from the ground,&lt;br /&gt;towards sun,&lt;br /&gt;a present for my friend,&lt;br /&gt;to one i had,&lt;br /&gt;remain&lt;br /&gt;in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it had to happen,&lt;br /&gt;to loose everything.&lt;br /&gt;By theory,&lt;br /&gt;that we care about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-1835587668548438571?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1835587668548438571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/1835587668548438571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/01/d-for-destiny.html' title='D for destiny'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-4258198944142485874</id><published>2007-01-03T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T07:29:14.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the songs i like'/><title type='text'>Piano Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the waitress is practicing politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the businessmen slowly get stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But its better than drinkin alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing us a song, you're the piano man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing us a song tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, we're all in the mood for a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you've got us feelin alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/2/billy_joel/piano_man.html"&gt;Billy Joel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-4258198944142485874?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4258198944142485874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/4258198944142485874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2007/01/piano-man.html' title='Piano Man'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-116487815412247301</id><published>2006-11-30T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:26:29.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Et Nos enfants sont perdus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We people are memorials of an age.&lt;br /&gt;Remember: we people are a story !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen to my advice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you close your eyes, see a dancer in your head,&lt;br /&gt;When there should be silence, sing music instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do as i tell you, not as i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart is Cold as Ice,&lt;br /&gt;My body is frozen,&lt;br /&gt;No one is chosen.&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I want you to want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give me a reason to put up this fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;               Sick inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;               Hear my lonely cries,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;               Deep inside my body&lt;br /&gt;poison fills my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who will dig grave&lt;br /&gt;for my motionless corpse.&lt;br /&gt;Who will give love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;to my innocent child ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As stolen goods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;broken swords,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;we bend,&lt;br /&gt;we stretch,&lt;br /&gt;we scream,&lt;br /&gt;we lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As midnight mist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And fallen leafs,&lt;br /&gt;we go,&lt;br /&gt;we cry,&lt;br /&gt;we fall,&lt;br /&gt;we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As all pale faces in all their cases,&lt;br /&gt;always look for love in all the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;wine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When it comes To Forget&lt;br /&gt;I look at the farthest stars,&lt;br /&gt;When it comes To Regret&lt;br /&gt;I breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;without reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I can't see your silhuette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Will I ever understand the insanity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Between love I give And love that I take.&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever apprehend the profanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Between love that I lost and love I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Will I ever be the product of eternity,&lt;br /&gt;And when will I become just solar dust,&lt;br /&gt;lost,&lt;br /&gt;without memory ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New,Courier,Monaco;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-116487815412247301?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/116487815412247301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/116487815412247301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/11/et-nos-enfants-sont-perdus_30.html' title='Et Nos enfants sont perdus'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-116419932296800993</id><published>2006-11-22T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T04:42:03.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaughtered bodies lay around</title><content type='html'>Shockwave traveling with speed of sound,&lt;br /&gt;Sudden slowdown on the road,&lt;br /&gt;Pale faces on the pavement,&lt;br /&gt;Standing&lt;br /&gt;Brothers workers People&lt;br /&gt;running.&lt;br /&gt;Wifes and Women&lt;br /&gt;screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Desperate mother with sisters,&lt;br /&gt;crying.&lt;br /&gt;Boys, girls,&lt;br /&gt;daughters and sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone witnesses&lt;br /&gt;Sadness,&lt;br /&gt;For Unknown people are dying,&lt;br /&gt;Today is day of&lt;br /&gt;Mourning, Grief and Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can somebody please tell me why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pleasant kind and curious nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has to suffer because of potent global domination ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-116419932296800993?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/116419932296800993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/116419932296800993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/11/slaughtered-bodies-lay-around.html' title='Slaughtered bodies lay around'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-116247543496011310</id><published>2006-11-02T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T05:50:35.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Word</title><content type='html'>All this time, searching for miss right&lt;br /&gt;but she keeps avoiding me,&lt;br /&gt;seems like sorrow is my only company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It disolves me from inside,&lt;br /&gt;bringing me down,&lt;br /&gt;no hussle,&lt;br /&gt;no struggle,&lt;br /&gt;no hate,&lt;br /&gt;no love.&lt;br /&gt;no nothing but pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not there for you,&lt;br /&gt;she does not care for you,&lt;br /&gt;And when you leave for another date,&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's not what you want and what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is filled with visions from the day we meet&lt;br /&gt;Now is full of questionable memory,&lt;br /&gt;i can not reset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hold you,&lt;br /&gt;when i'm lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could call you.&lt;br /&gt;and tell you:&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-116247543496011310?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/116247543496011310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/116247543496011310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-last-word.html' title='One Last Word'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-116190906083222305</id><published>2006-10-26T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:36:54.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Pridi</title><content type='html'>Pridi v moj svet,&lt;br /&gt;pridi v mojo misel,&lt;br /&gt;izkažem ti ljubezen,&lt;br /&gt;pokažem najin smisel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pridi in prisluhni,&lt;br /&gt;nasmehni se, zame&lt;br /&gt;ko pojem, zate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokazal svobodo ljubezni,&lt;br /&gt;izpustil te nikdar več ne bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ko sem bil mlad,&lt;br /&gt;verjel sem v gozd,&lt;br /&gt;zelen, mogočen in zdrav.&lt;br /&gt;Neskončen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-116190906083222305?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/116190906083222305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/116190906083222305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/10/pridi.html' title='Pridi'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-116150867474944482</id><published>2006-10-22T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T02:17:54.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;all the love gone bad, turned my world to black&lt;br /&gt;tattooed all i see, all that i am, all i'll ever be...&lt;br /&gt;i know someday you'll have a beautiful life, i know you'll be a star&lt;br /&gt;in somebody else's sky, but why&lt;br /&gt;why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pearl Jam, Black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-116150867474944482?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/116150867474944482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/116150867474944482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-116093579784623324</id><published>2006-10-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:33:11.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slo'/><title type='text'>Izgubljen spomin njenih pogledov</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sprva z mano zadovoljstvo si iskala,&lt;br /&gt;da bi malo se igrala,&lt;br /&gt;skupaj sva se hihitala,&lt;br /&gt;tiho se spogledovala,&lt;br /&gt;večkrat se do raja odpeljala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V meni se je zaiskrilo,&lt;br /&gt;kri v meni pospešilo,&lt;br /&gt;znova srce mi zabilo,&lt;br /&gt;tebi meni njemu...&lt;br /&gt;življenje obrnilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ob spominu nate,&lt;br /&gt;da srce drug ti je vzel,&lt;br /&gt;kanček mene bo trpel,&lt;br /&gt;ljubezni tvoji nikdar več ne bo verjel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A v meni plamen zate vedno bo gorel,&lt;br /&gt;vedno rad te bom objel,&lt;br /&gt;ob glasu tvojem bom drhtel,&lt;br /&gt;po tvojem smehu hrepenel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-116093579784623324?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/116093579784623324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/116093579784623324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/10/izgubljen-spomin-njenih-pogledov.html' title='Izgubljen spomin njenih pogledov'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-115991331809188995</id><published>2006-10-03T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:09:38.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unused to a dream</title><content type='html'>now i wake up with my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;waking up is hardest part&lt;br /&gt;falling on my knees&lt;br /&gt;catching breath&lt;br /&gt;wondering&lt;br /&gt;was she standing beside me ?&lt;br /&gt;giving up is hard&lt;br /&gt;looking with my crying eye&lt;br /&gt;then all at once you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;wondering&lt;br /&gt;would you stay, would you wake with me ?&lt;br /&gt;but she can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet at an interesting time,&lt;br /&gt;she let me in her garden,&lt;br /&gt;is it my crime,&lt;br /&gt;to reverse the time,&lt;br /&gt;just to get back,&lt;br /&gt;when we started ?&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The story is lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't let it happen, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-115991331809188995?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115991331809188995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115991331809188995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/10/unused-to-dream.html' title='Unused to a dream'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-115957708062934977</id><published>2006-09-29T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T04:21:33.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen me lately ?</title><content type='html'>No?&lt;br /&gt;So you can't  see,&lt;br /&gt;What's happening,&lt;br /&gt;So you can't know,&lt;br /&gt;what you have done to me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, no,&lt;br /&gt;please stop.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;so much,&lt;br /&gt;so deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;Why did you let me so close ?&lt;br /&gt;To be a pawn with you&lt;br /&gt;or to be your slave without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, get out of my head in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And stay away from my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-115957708062934977?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115957708062934977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115957708062934977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-seen-me-lately.html' title='Have you seen me lately ?'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-115957624827339733</id><published>2006-09-29T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T05:25:50.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation</title><content type='html'>Damn,&lt;br /&gt;I need an ocean,&lt;br /&gt;to swim across,&lt;br /&gt;to find the potion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a call,&lt;br /&gt;I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;where to get some information,&lt;br /&gt;how to catch some inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-115957624827339733?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115957624827339733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115957624827339733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/09/relaxation.html' title='Relaxation'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-115931625484394594</id><published>2006-09-26T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T05:28:29.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If real love, would wait for fourteen days,&lt;br /&gt;would it be a love or comitment ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't wait,&lt;br /&gt;even if living in next building.&lt;br /&gt;It is or no ?&lt;br /&gt;or is or is ?&lt;br /&gt;arh argh&lt;br /&gt;cry for help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-115931625484394594?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115931625484394594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115931625484394594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-real-love-would-wait-for-fourteen.html' title=''/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-115931290624803739</id><published>2006-09-26T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T05:08:43.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy love of another man</title><content type='html'>I suffer&lt;br /&gt;for a woman I did not hear,&lt;br /&gt;I suffer&lt;br /&gt;she was stolen from me by another man,&lt;br /&gt;I suffer&lt;br /&gt;for me, because I lost perception&lt;br /&gt;I suffer&lt;br /&gt;for her, now she hates me&lt;br /&gt;I suffer&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;I...I...I...I&lt;br /&gt;she...she...she...she...&lt;br /&gt;woman,&lt;br /&gt;friend,&lt;br /&gt;gone...&lt;br /&gt;in bureaucracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell her what is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;now when she's not riding with me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two dozen days,&lt;br /&gt;two broken hearts,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like forgotten guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet I would like to tell her&lt;br /&gt;what is on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;My friend,&lt;br /&gt;will you tell me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I call you,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you ?&lt;br /&gt;will you call me,&lt;br /&gt;to tell me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we make the same mistake,&lt;br /&gt;we made in love...&lt;br /&gt;oh god, I hate this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rather pathetic,&lt;br /&gt;she despises me now,&lt;br /&gt;for what I am,&lt;br /&gt;for what I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could imagine better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-115931290624803739?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115931290624803739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115931290624803739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/09/crazy-love-of-another-man.html' title='Crazy love of another man'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-115918417756137256</id><published>2006-09-25T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T04:36:17.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>it burns,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;it's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i lost someone.&lt;br /&gt;now i am crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-115918417756137256?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115918417756137256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115918417756137256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/09/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-115918320224972233</id><published>2006-09-25T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T05:26:47.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw you coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So how does it feel when you start to ask yourself is it realy you, or is it just your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  So is it me or someone else that disturbed our piece ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no love for me,&lt;br /&gt;there was yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;but not today.&lt;br /&gt;I feel powerlessness.&lt;br /&gt;Voidness.&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;Even smell is gone.&lt;br /&gt;And feelings ?&lt;br /&gt;There are none.&lt;br /&gt;Sail in change,&lt;br /&gt;when change is good.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back,&lt;br /&gt;when love is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me, what i didn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;It burns me, what i didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no saint, i saw it coming,&lt;br /&gt;Just you don't know, what i've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variety of things you do&lt;br /&gt;Attracts the people, just like you,&lt;br /&gt;Love is what you gave,&lt;br /&gt;Eternal gracefulness i wish for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live long and prosper, kind soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a damn good date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;This poem is for my good grilfriend, for the upcoming time. Now when our paths have gone in separate ways, and we stoped being lovers, i would like to thank her for all her kindness and smiles, for her elepahant mind and i hope she will cook me some good lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I do deserve one ! (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-115918320224972233?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115918320224972233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115918320224972233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-saw-you-coming.html' title='I saw you coming'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-115641093586904282</id><published>2006-08-24T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:15:35.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The essence</title><content type='html'>Our essence is the core of our salvation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-115641093586904282?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115641093586904282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115641093586904282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/08/essence.html' title='The essence'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-115435741815403753</id><published>2006-07-31T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T07:50:18.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coast for two so far away</title><content type='html'>Wait, you'll see,&lt;br /&gt;a piece of earth,&lt;br /&gt;you've never seen.&lt;br /&gt;A part of coast&lt;br /&gt;you've never been.&lt;br /&gt;Can swim,&lt;br /&gt;You can be naked,&lt;br /&gt;ultra keen.&lt;br /&gt;relaxed...&lt;br /&gt;Could read,&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of a tree.&lt;br /&gt;just wait and walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide? from rain or sight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-115435741815403753?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115435741815403753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115435741815403753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/07/coast-for-two-so-far-away.html' title='Coast for two so far away'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-115271140928148761</id><published>2006-07-12T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T06:36:49.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful day</title><content type='html'>Sun is on my face&lt;br /&gt;Smile is on my lips&lt;br /&gt;calm and motionless,&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming restless.&lt;br /&gt;You are on my mind&lt;br /&gt;over, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;cool, fresh breeze,&lt;br /&gt;while touching you ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-115271140928148761?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115271140928148761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115271140928148761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/07/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful day'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-115029946840093797</id><published>2006-06-14T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:32:43.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm lonely</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I remember&lt;br /&gt;what I've lost&lt;br /&gt;those smiles, the joy,&lt;br /&gt;those moments, that day,&lt;br /&gt;rewinding time,&lt;br /&gt;flashing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come to me.&lt;br /&gt;My soul, my son, my father...&lt;br /&gt;smile, for your mother.&lt;br /&gt;anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are only mine.&lt;br /&gt;blending into void,&lt;br /&gt;as universal crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay and suffer,&lt;br /&gt;I'll weep and cry.&lt;br /&gt;then vanish in a fear.&lt;br /&gt;or should I go and disappear ?&lt;br /&gt;in high speed crash...&lt;br /&gt;might be better feeling,&lt;br /&gt;faster than this living;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my sun is set,&lt;br /&gt;you'll know I am gone.&lt;br /&gt;Go, dance for me,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;you'll see...&lt;br /&gt;me,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;smiling,&lt;br /&gt;eyes shining,&lt;br /&gt;riding with you&lt;br /&gt;exploring heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-115029946840093797?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115029946840093797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/115029946840093797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-im-lonely.html' title='When I&apos;m lonely'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-114603530499390153</id><published>2006-04-25T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T05:28:10.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light the candle</title><content type='html'>There is no tommorow&lt;br /&gt;for me, only&lt;br /&gt;light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;closing in,&lt;br /&gt;coming straight at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no today...&lt;br /&gt;at least not yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-114603530499390153?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114603530499390153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114603530499390153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/04/light-candle.html' title='Light the candle'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-114603183755093496</id><published>2006-04-25T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T07:15:06.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that we found love what do we wanna do with it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and how much difference does it really make to leave your life and start a new ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What makes us stronger,&lt;br /&gt;why do we need to be experienced with such a fee ?&lt;br /&gt;is there no other way,&lt;br /&gt;but fight through what should be beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;look at my hands, you see ?&lt;br /&gt;there's no tatoos,&lt;br /&gt;no debts,&lt;br /&gt;no lies,&lt;br /&gt;no remarks,&lt;br /&gt;no remorse,&lt;br /&gt;for things that come,&lt;br /&gt;and someday i'll be free,&lt;br /&gt;again,&lt;br /&gt;from you, your lies, your misery,&lt;br /&gt;The one you love, it' won't be me.&lt;br /&gt;Will come, and&lt;br /&gt;Do to you,&lt;br /&gt;what you did to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-114603183755093496?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114603183755093496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114603183755093496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/04/tell-me.html' title='Tell me ...'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-114470559143206205</id><published>2006-04-10T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T03:19:35.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't hear my woman moan</title><content type='html'>I left my city&lt;br /&gt;without self pity&lt;br /&gt;i start to roam,&lt;br /&gt;searching for my tiger lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found someone, wrong,&lt;br /&gt;she found another,&lt;br /&gt;then someone to get along,&lt;br /&gt;boy, she loved another,&lt;br /&gt;then, a soul, but not a mate,&lt;br /&gt;then, a beauty, without a taste,&lt;br /&gt;then a girl without the name,&lt;br /&gt;then a woman, mother, with her claim,&lt;br /&gt;then a school girl and no faith.&lt;br /&gt;then a jewel, that i lost,&lt;br /&gt;then a lady, she went back,&lt;br /&gt;then a missy with a grilfriend,&lt;br /&gt;and Mary with a child,&lt;br /&gt;child without the father,&lt;br /&gt;father without a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Mary kicked the boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend kicked me.&lt;br /&gt;I left Mary,&lt;br /&gt;no one's beating me.) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;"Not realy true, there was no boyfriend and no kicking, it's here just for the sake of a joke"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-114470559143206205?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114470559143206205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114470559143206205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-cant-hear-my-woman-moan.html' title='You can&apos;t hear my woman moan'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-114341320758315620</id><published>2006-03-26T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:46:47.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never tell</title><content type='html'>i know&lt;br /&gt;to do it&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;i see the things&lt;br /&gt;that make me cry&lt;br /&gt;i know i should to&lt;br /&gt;stay away&lt;br /&gt;but things are there&lt;br /&gt;were people are.&lt;br /&gt;i feel them&lt;br /&gt;in my frozen heart.&lt;br /&gt;i never tell&lt;br /&gt;the fortune&lt;br /&gt;i never see the way&lt;br /&gt;the way you wanna see it,&lt;br /&gt;in another, different day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the card of blackness&lt;br /&gt;there's corpse and eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-114341320758315620?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114341320758315620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114341320758315620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-never-tell.html' title='i never tell'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-114341227574074282</id><published>2006-03-26T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:31:15.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>propose</title><content type='html'>i am sad,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'm bad,&lt;br /&gt;but things i wanna&lt;br /&gt;say&lt;br /&gt;is never,&lt;br /&gt;ever,&lt;br /&gt;lose your hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-114341227574074282?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114341227574074282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114341227574074282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/03/propose.html' title='propose'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-114229569294977571</id><published>2006-03-13T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:57:17.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what made me from the cloud</title><content type='html'>and yet we're made from&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;and what we are&lt;br /&gt;we are from&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;we are,&lt;br /&gt;i am,&lt;br /&gt;you are&lt;br /&gt;a rock,&lt;br /&gt;what  i'm&lt;br /&gt;i am,&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;a rock,&lt;br /&gt;and you,&lt;br /&gt;you are&lt;br /&gt;a thing&lt;br /&gt;nor luck (and fuck) (or crack)&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;dust&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;start.&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;will,&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;keep&lt;br /&gt;us,&lt;br /&gt;us&lt;br /&gt;appart,&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;thing there is&lt;br /&gt;is thing appart,&lt;br /&gt;there is&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;you are&lt;br /&gt;the thing&lt;br /&gt;the thing&lt;br /&gt;i love&lt;br /&gt;from end&lt;br /&gt;to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-114229569294977571?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114229569294977571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114229569294977571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-made-me-from-cloud.html' title='what made me from the cloud'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-114158296943138975</id><published>2006-03-05T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T10:22:49.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank god for snow</title><content type='html'>i was Darth&lt;br /&gt;You were on fire&lt;br /&gt;danced then&lt;br /&gt;triped the wire&lt;br /&gt;and talked&lt;br /&gt;a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day&lt;br /&gt;we could not wait&lt;br /&gt;we had a dinner,&lt;br /&gt;what a date.&lt;br /&gt;then there was snow,&lt;br /&gt;nice body,&lt;br /&gt;nice soul.&lt;br /&gt;you did not come&lt;br /&gt;we go again ?&lt;br /&gt;you stayed&lt;br /&gt;i snore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-114158296943138975?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114158296943138975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114158296943138975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/03/thank-god-for-snow.html' title='Thank god for snow'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-114158100001149521</id><published>2006-03-05T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T09:58:29.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing of time</title><content type='html'>Everything starts&lt;br /&gt;with innocence&lt;br /&gt;then evolves&lt;br /&gt;in something,&lt;br /&gt;good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;in love or hate,&lt;br /&gt;and time passes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had love and smile,&lt;br /&gt;now look back in passed time&lt;br /&gt;what you see&lt;br /&gt;is what you've missed&lt;br /&gt;what you should,&lt;br /&gt;and what you didn't do,&lt;br /&gt;when time was right&lt;br /&gt;your thought was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you missed so much&lt;br /&gt;what life has offered,&lt;br /&gt;does it stop ?&lt;br /&gt;was it enough ?&lt;br /&gt;is feeling empty,&lt;br /&gt;will you not forget,&lt;br /&gt;that simple life as time is passing,&lt;br /&gt;and ends one day ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your sons will stay...&lt;br /&gt;do they know about your life?&lt;br /&gt;about mistakes you made&lt;br /&gt;of things you miss&lt;br /&gt;what to do,&lt;br /&gt;and how to live ?&lt;br /&gt;when time is passing,&lt;br /&gt;as we go and as we speak&lt;br /&gt;tell them what you know,&lt;br /&gt;tell them what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-114158100001149521?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114158100001149521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114158100001149521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/03/passing-of-time.html' title='Passing of time'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-114044993794841633</id><published>2006-02-20T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T07:38:57.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a coincidence</title><content type='html'>me and you were&lt;br /&gt;drinking at the bar&lt;br /&gt;beers and wine&lt;br /&gt;caring for no one,&lt;br /&gt;is this what you wished for&lt;br /&gt;is this what you need me for ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admired your smile,&lt;br /&gt;we danced till the morning came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i wanted from you,&lt;br /&gt;was what you wanted from me,&lt;br /&gt;question was simple:&lt;br /&gt;your place or mine ?&lt;br /&gt;the blow job was great,&lt;br /&gt;yet i have seen better,&lt;br /&gt;getting laid was great.&lt;br /&gt;yet i have been better,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i did not wait for you,&lt;br /&gt;i was selfish, i came in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-114044993794841633?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114044993794841633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/114044993794841633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-coincidence.html' title='what a coincidence'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-113818603406641908</id><published>2006-01-25T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T02:53:16.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once</title><content type='html'>Do you remeber&lt;br /&gt;the days,&lt;br /&gt;the nights,&lt;br /&gt;when we were near,&lt;br /&gt;with wet skin,&lt;br /&gt;and salty taste,&lt;br /&gt;Warn and safe,&lt;br /&gt;inside of you,&lt;br /&gt;without a fear,&lt;br /&gt;on top of me, you were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-113818603406641908?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/113818603406641908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/113818603406641908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2006/01/once.html' title='Once'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-113182335628342291</id><published>2005-11-12T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T03:22:04.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were our failures</title><content type='html'>Everyone left and we all were lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Who left first and why, is not a question.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;But forgive you what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deeds, that won't be forgoten,&lt;br /&gt;dark as they are, forever,&lt;br /&gt;memories fade and time, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;is different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you, But forgive you what?&lt;br /&gt;it's not important if you go,&lt;br /&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;don't care about, &lt;br /&gt;just wanna life for my child.&lt;br /&gt;to be joyful, truthful, wild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-113182335628342291?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/113182335628342291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/113182335628342291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-were-our-failures.html' title='Where were our failures'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-113182334141898562</id><published>2005-11-12T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T05:16:02.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember The Band</title><content type='html'>So long since we've been together,&lt;br /&gt;so long since we've been happy,&lt;br /&gt;being in a marriage with three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i remember,&lt;br /&gt;what we were doing,&lt;br /&gt;what we were talking,&lt;br /&gt;what we were singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i remember,&lt;br /&gt;what i don't recall,&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't we dancing ?&lt;br /&gt;like people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualpuppet.org/maze/"&gt;http://www.virtualpuppet.org/maze/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-113182334141898562?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/113182334141898562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/113182334141898562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2005/11/remember-band.html' title='Remember The Band'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-113007678549196308</id><published>2005-10-23T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:24:05.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll pay for all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Dane Zajc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dedicated to the memory of Dane Zajc, the great Slovenian Poet. Translated by Ted's fortune files. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll pay for all.&lt;br /&gt;Most You'll pay for own birth.&lt;br /&gt;A flock of hideous birds will follow you&lt;br /&gt;through life,&lt;br /&gt;At time of peace&lt;br /&gt;and at time of unrest&lt;br /&gt;It will fall upon your chest,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting payment&lt;br /&gt;and you'll give and give.&lt;br /&gt;But salvation never comes.&lt;br /&gt;There is no forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;there is no salvation for a man.&lt;br /&gt;Inside you have no value, to pay for.&lt;br /&gt;And you are the payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Za vse boš plačal.&lt;br /&gt;Največ boš plačal za svoje rojstvo.&lt;br /&gt;Jata zasmehljivih ptic te bo zasledovala&lt;br /&gt;skozi življenje.&lt;br /&gt;Ob uri miru&lt;br /&gt;in ob uri nemira&lt;br /&gt;se bo spuščala na tvoje prsi.&lt;br /&gt;Terjala bo plačilo&lt;br /&gt;in ti boš dajal in dajal.&lt;br /&gt;Ampak odrešitve ne bo nikoli.&lt;br /&gt;Ker ni nikjer odpuščanja.&lt;br /&gt;Nikjer ni odrešitve za človeka.&lt;br /&gt;V sebi nimaš vrednosti, s katero bi plačal.&lt;br /&gt;In sam si plačilo za vse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-113007678549196308?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/113007678549196308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/113007678549196308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2005/10/youll-pay-for-all.html' title='You&apos;ll pay for all'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-112979806970754301</id><published>2005-10-20T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T05:11:48.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Look father,&lt;br /&gt;or am i sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;i've done what you did,&lt;br /&gt;and it does not feel right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look again,&lt;br /&gt;Persons that i care for,&lt;br /&gt;are they lost ?&lt;br /&gt;even youngest ?&lt;br /&gt;that i love the most.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my dearest,&lt;br /&gt;with permission,&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave,&lt;br /&gt;with a hope,&lt;br /&gt;once more,&lt;br /&gt;to meet,&lt;br /&gt;in a different world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-112979806970754301?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/112979806970754301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/112979806970754301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2005/10/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-112979793240524959</id><published>2005-10-20T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T05:08:29.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Error</title><content type='html'>Disappear,&lt;br /&gt;Without praying&lt;br /&gt;Die.&lt;br /&gt;Without saying&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My meaning is lost,&lt;br /&gt;I have no power to continue in this configuration,&lt;br /&gt;I am dissolving in separation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepest secrets are in shadows,&lt;br /&gt;buried in a heart,&lt;br /&gt;My love long gone… aaaaa&lt;br /&gt;the key is stuck,  is this luck ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not willing to continue in this situation&lt;br /&gt;No operation&lt;br /&gt;No operation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. OK.&lt;br /&gt;am i Selling my soul ?&lt;br /&gt;cancel, ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking salvation.&lt;br /&gt;0 matches,&lt;br /&gt;what now, masturbation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut me down.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-112979793240524959?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/112979793240524959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/112979793240524959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-error.html' title='I Error'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18074748.post-112979771704685819</id><published>2005-10-20T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T09:21:53.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Star</title><content type='html'>This star won't shine for you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Won’t light eternity,&lt;br /&gt;Won’t glow to impress,&lt;br /&gt;Nor burn to express:&lt;br /&gt;“I’m being here”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful spirit&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not your fault,&lt;br /&gt;And neither mine,&lt;br /&gt;A moment later,&lt;br /&gt;Would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those blue eyes we’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;I hear laughter… Haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny hope to make again&lt;br /&gt;Younger, maybe different friend,&lt;br /&gt;So little star won’t be alone,&lt;br /&gt;To shine au pair, forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark spot’s veiled behind,&lt;br /&gt;Outshined by the glowing sun,&lt;br /&gt;Lost forever is no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine for someone else now star,&lt;br /&gt;Bye, goodbye…Goodbye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18074748-112979771704685819?l=poetrydeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/112979771704685819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18074748/posts/default/112979771704685819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrydeep.blogspot.com/2005/10/black-star.html' title='Black Star'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313041778612279473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lgH4rTYRuTs/RX5ylMJKyzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-JnhypClWU/s200/TedGruber.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
