<?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-1043707827951165697</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:32:48.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-982642462185466632</id><published>2010-05-19T14:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:49:13.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Shine</title><content type='html'>shoe shine my soul &lt;br /&gt;and roll me round down to my knees please,&lt;br /&gt;where Your fresh wind &lt;br /&gt;fresh fire Spirit can blow &lt;br /&gt;flow through my soul &lt;br /&gt;to sweet nickel dime tune time, &lt;br /&gt;where Your song fills me deep in sleep &lt;br /&gt;and before, bedside &lt;br /&gt;so that i don't ride my pride &lt;br /&gt;but surrender myself to Thee.&lt;br /&gt;i yearn, i burn &lt;br /&gt;to witness bantam beauty &lt;br /&gt;on the day, maybe saturday,&lt;br /&gt;sunday, monday, funday, not my day,&lt;br /&gt;Your day, when You'll jump back come back &lt;br /&gt;here, where we stand, and say "I am," &lt;br /&gt;while You wear the true truth,&lt;br /&gt;the grace, and the only loving face &lt;br /&gt;that is those fee fi fiddle me three.&lt;br /&gt;from toes to knees, i'm balanced to worship Thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-982642462185466632?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-1002852463909639689</id><published>2009-07-10T16:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:45:24.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Above</title><content type='html'>ferris wheel spin me&lt;br /&gt;high into the blue above,&lt;br /&gt;where we can dream&lt;br /&gt;and tell stories of how&lt;br /&gt;we climbed down the ladder&lt;br /&gt;and met up with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-1002852463909639689?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1002852463909639689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-1686058703630720932</id><published>2009-07-10T16:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:27:12.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>You woke me this morning and invited me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;You took away my clothes, you stole my stuff&lt;br /&gt;You burned my possessions, you were enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand and invited me outside&lt;br /&gt;You set flame to my house and gave my car away&lt;br /&gt;You pointed to the sky and said welcome to another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid but you comforted me with open arms&lt;br /&gt;You told me love doesn't live in things, plastic and diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;You took my money and gave it away, told me you were enough today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pained me to watch it all go&lt;br /&gt;But you gazed at me with eyes that said there was more to know&lt;br /&gt;We kept walking, the fire continuing to burn it all&lt;br /&gt;My knees tightened, the clouds began to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked you why, why you had to burn it all&lt;br /&gt;Don't you care about me at all&lt;br /&gt;Then you stopped, told me to turn around&lt;br /&gt;You told me to tell you what I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house burning, my car and job gone&lt;br /&gt;My clothes off but the curtains not drawn&lt;br /&gt;My money in the trash, my things nothing but smashed&lt;br /&gt;I told you that I saw myself dying as I lost it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you left my side and showed up in the flames&lt;br /&gt;Holding my body up clothed in gold armor&lt;br /&gt;And as the flames continued to attempt a fight&lt;br /&gt;You showed me love in that burning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wept all over me and cried out to let go of my life and all this stuff&lt;br /&gt;Your tears covered me in a love that was more than enough&lt;br /&gt;You told me that my fortune today was the next breath I took&lt;br /&gt;You invited me into the pages of your eternal book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your tears of joy and love put out the flames&lt;br /&gt;As you sang over and over the melody of my name&lt;br /&gt;Smiling and laughing and crying&lt;br /&gt;And I knew you were enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was still and the flame was now your love inside me&lt;br /&gt;The flame was your love helping me to see&lt;br /&gt;That you were enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are enough for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-1686058703630720932?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1686058703630720932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=1686058703630720932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/1686058703630720932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/1686058703630720932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-8933678578291544161</id><published>2009-07-10T16:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:31:45.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>900 Miles Above The Moon</title><content type='html'>we are swimming in a land far from home.&lt;br /&gt;our souls sit back and watch us roam.&lt;br /&gt;we can’t seem to escape this gloom.&lt;br /&gt;and then we realize,&lt;br /&gt;we belong nine hundred miles above the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-8933678578291544161?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8933678578291544161/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-7246971951485182442</id><published>2009-07-10T16:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:31:16.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema Soul</title><content type='html'>what is real anymore.&lt;br /&gt;we are only boy and girl.&lt;br /&gt;empty souls looking to be filled&lt;br /&gt;in a cinematic world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our dreams are torn at the seam.&lt;br /&gt;we find hope in the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;but where is the hope that will last.&lt;br /&gt;sit down, take a breath,&lt;br /&gt;stop moving so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find your tune, align with the moon,&lt;br /&gt;and let the melodies from above&lt;br /&gt;fulfill you with the color of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find your tune,&lt;br /&gt;align your soul with the moon.&lt;br /&gt;we’ll be home soon.&lt;br /&gt;we’ll be home soon…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-7246971951485182442?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7246971951485182442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=7246971951485182442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/7246971951485182442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/7246971951485182442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/cinema-soul_10.html' title='Cinema Soul'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-4319481542072738813</id><published>2009-07-10T16:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:30:58.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream This Sea</title><content type='html'>my dreams are out at sea&lt;br /&gt;and my boat is missing.&lt;br /&gt;the waves battle this shore&lt;br /&gt;and keep me from listening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to an answer, to this question,&lt;br /&gt;of how i will become the one&lt;br /&gt;with freedom as my wings,&lt;br /&gt;and how i will become the one&lt;br /&gt;to swim out to my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing keeping me&lt;br /&gt;from my dreams out at sea,&lt;br /&gt;is the fear and the tension&lt;br /&gt;of meeting up with who i could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the waters fight me today,&lt;br /&gt;for i am on my way…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-4319481542072738813?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4319481542072738813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=4319481542072738813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/4319481542072738813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/4319481542072738813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-this-sea_10.html' title='Dream This Sea'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-8312527965598887377</id><published>2009-07-10T16:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:30:37.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamers Day</title><content type='html'>a dream’s on the shore&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be met&lt;br /&gt;and the dreamer’s driving the coast&lt;br /&gt;hoping to get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today’s the dream&lt;br /&gt;that’s more than it seems&lt;br /&gt;today’s being painted&lt;br /&gt;in the water’s extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something tells me the water’s cold&lt;br /&gt;it tells me i’m not that bold&lt;br /&gt;and today i say to the world&lt;br /&gt;for you, i’ll never fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s time to run to the ocean’s edge&lt;br /&gt;it’s time to get wet and make a pledge&lt;br /&gt;it’s time to stand toe to fears&lt;br /&gt;and jump on in to the pool of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dream’s been woven for you today&lt;br /&gt;a dream’s come to take you away&lt;br /&gt;a dream for so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to the song of the rolling tide&lt;br /&gt;listen to the symphony that you’ve been trying to find&lt;br /&gt;open up your soul&lt;br /&gt;and you’ll find the wave you wanna ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Day'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-3490980842853749950</id><published>2009-07-10T16:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:30:22.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Up The River</title><content type='html'>It’s time to dry up the river&lt;br /&gt;That separates the black from the white&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to arm ourselves with the weapon of love&lt;br /&gt;In this battle we’ve been called to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not a drug that runs out&lt;br /&gt;Love is the potion that we’re all about&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to dry up the river&lt;br /&gt;Between the sick and the healthy&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to open arms of peace&lt;br /&gt;Instead of building a wall between the poor and the wealthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz one day the world is going to fade&lt;br /&gt;And what will last but the love you made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hate and the fists&lt;br /&gt;The separation you won’t miss&lt;br /&gt;Continents and countries&lt;br /&gt;States and seas&lt;br /&gt;We don’t live in a land&lt;br /&gt;Meant to be separated by these&lt;br /&gt;It’s time we threw love in the middle&lt;br /&gt;And began to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That someday this land will be free&lt;br /&gt;And neighbors we will be&lt;br /&gt;From east coast to west coast&lt;br /&gt;From the south pole to the northern most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will walk together&lt;br /&gt;And we will live together&lt;br /&gt;And all the races and all the faces&lt;br /&gt;Will sing together in harmony…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to dry up the river&lt;br /&gt;That separates me from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is gonna come&lt;br /&gt;When all the colors will run&lt;br /&gt;Into love in shades of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters, we are one&lt;br /&gt;And we are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to kiss the sand&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes, lend a hand&lt;br /&gt;Spread your arms wide&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes to the skies&lt;br /&gt;And remember that if we wanna fly&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only direction when we die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to dry up the river&lt;br /&gt;That separates black from white&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only fuel&lt;br /&gt;For a soul in flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s dry up this river tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let’s dry up this river tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let’s dry up this river that is separating&lt;br /&gt;The wrong from the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to dry up this river&lt;br /&gt;That is keeping me from you&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to dry up this river&lt;br /&gt;Love has too much to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has too much for you…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-3490980842853749950?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3490980842853749950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=3490980842853749950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/3490980842853749950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/3490980842853749950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/dry-up-river_10.html' title='Dry Up The River'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-2989825685301337156</id><published>2009-07-10T16:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:29:59.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferris Wheels</title><content type='html'>There are ferris wheels in these clouds,&lt;br /&gt;And I am spinning.&lt;br /&gt;I am spinning in an ocean of sky,&lt;br /&gt;And I am living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the voice of the carnival man.&lt;br /&gt;He says, ‘Today is your time,&lt;br /&gt;Are you just dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it time to fly?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices change as I spin,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m revealed for my sickness and sin,&lt;br /&gt;As I breathe in the winds of love&lt;br /&gt;That break me and make me,&lt;br /&gt;In songs of truth from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am spinning now,&lt;br /&gt;I am singing now,&lt;br /&gt;In reflections of who I was.&lt;br /&gt;I am spinning now,&lt;br /&gt;I am living now,&lt;br /&gt;In the transformation of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something real among us,&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating this world because it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;We need to let go of the concrete and plastic,&lt;br /&gt;And cling to what makes us new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something real among these walls,&lt;br /&gt;Complicating the poetry of how we fall.&lt;br /&gt;Every day our mixed-up perversion&lt;br /&gt;Magnifies our desperate cry for conversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unleash your soul, world,&lt;br /&gt;And find that hidden pearl.&lt;br /&gt;Among this sinful vacation island,&lt;br /&gt;Our souls spin for another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something beautifully real at our door,&lt;br /&gt;Calling and crying and inviting us to more.&lt;br /&gt;This world will never fill the void.&lt;br /&gt;This world can’t lift us off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit trying to hold on so tight,&lt;br /&gt;To the life that has flooded your sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;There is still so much more.&lt;br /&gt;Our souls spin for another world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-2989825685301337156?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2989825685301337156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=2989825685301337156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/2989825685301337156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/2989825685301337156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/ferris-wheels_10.html' title='Ferris Wheels'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-7201388013376769106</id><published>2009-07-10T16:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:29:30.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Above The Weather</title><content type='html'>I am caught in turbulence&lt;br /&gt;Below something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight let’s fight together,&lt;br /&gt;And fly above the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-7201388013376769106?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7201388013376769106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=7201388013376769106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/7201388013376769106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/7201388013376769106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/fly-above-weather_10.html' title='Fly Above The Weather'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-1736052846306437344</id><published>2009-07-10T16:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:29:12.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuel Of A Father</title><content type='html'>A boy has a dream&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t know if he has the strength to try&lt;br /&gt;A father opens arms of love&lt;br /&gt;And teaches the boy to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for believing in me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving your son&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my fuel to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy is a train on lonely tracks&lt;br /&gt;Looking for color on a canvas of white and black&lt;br /&gt;The world is a fog and it’s standing in his way&lt;br /&gt;Tells him to save the dream for another day&lt;br /&gt;A father steps in, believes in his son&lt;br /&gt;And the train finds speed, the dream has begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boy drives on&lt;br /&gt;By the fuel of a father&lt;br /&gt;And the boy comes alive&lt;br /&gt;By the fuel of a father&lt;br /&gt;And the boy sings and soars&lt;br /&gt;By the fuel of a father&lt;br /&gt;The boy is taken to the stars&lt;br /&gt;By the fuel of a father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Winds me up and takes me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;You are the light&lt;br /&gt;And my soul is the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy is now a man&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a father who has helped him to stand&lt;br /&gt;The ocean looks more beautiful from the sky&lt;br /&gt;When a father believes in the dreams&lt;br /&gt;Found in his son’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the train finds its rhythm in the music of the tracks&lt;br /&gt;It takes the belief of a father to keep it from turning back&lt;br /&gt;The man pushes forward, his soul an engine&lt;br /&gt;While he looks back to his father&lt;br /&gt;To find the fuel to propel him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the man begins to hear the harmony in the song&lt;br /&gt;By the fuel of a father&lt;br /&gt;The man ignites with love&lt;br /&gt;By the fuel of a father&lt;br /&gt;The man tastes the flavor of a dream&lt;br /&gt;By the fuel of a father&lt;br /&gt;The man opens his eyes, the tears in stream&lt;br /&gt;He looks to his father and realizes what love means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy has a dream&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t know if he has the strength to try&lt;br /&gt;A father opens arms of love&lt;br /&gt;And teaches the boy to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by the love of his father&lt;br /&gt;All by the belief of his father&lt;br /&gt;All by the fuel of his father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by the fuel of his father…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-1736052846306437344?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1736052846306437344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=1736052846306437344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/1736052846306437344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/1736052846306437344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuel-of-father_10.html' title='Fuel Of A Father'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-4483842094081231803</id><published>2009-07-10T16:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:28:43.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope To Fly</title><content type='html'>can’t you see in these sunset skies&lt;br /&gt;that there’s something brighter&lt;br /&gt;than we can see with our own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trace the stars and reveal your hope,&lt;br /&gt;we don’t have to fade in the end.&lt;br /&gt;there’s a straight line deep in your soul&lt;br /&gt;that’s looking for a way to bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do all things temporary fill you.&lt;br /&gt;does all this plastic thrill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it be true&lt;br /&gt;that there’s rhyme to what we do.&lt;br /&gt;don’t you want to see&lt;br /&gt;all that was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don’t have to die so dry,&lt;br /&gt;for there’s a reason that we dream to fly.&lt;br /&gt;listen to the song in the colors of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;for there’s a reason that we hope to fly…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-4483842094081231803?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4483842094081231803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=4483842094081231803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/4483842094081231803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/4483842094081231803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/hope-to-fly_10.html' title='Hope To Fly'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-8408500716989301265</id><published>2009-07-10T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:28:27.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose To Win</title><content type='html'>what’s the deal today&lt;br /&gt;what happened to what i know&lt;br /&gt;why can’t i see the truth&lt;br /&gt;why can’t i breathe with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow’s a fog that doesn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;i’m crawling low to catch a glimpse&lt;br /&gt;of my life today and all i know&lt;br /&gt;there’s something calling me to more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday bleeds in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i’m cold and twisted and left behind&lt;br /&gt;with stains of sin and selfishness&lt;br /&gt;i’ve been locked in place by a devil’s kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i fight back this black of night&lt;br /&gt;and find inside me the healing light&lt;br /&gt;i can’t win till i lose&lt;br /&gt;all that i am and continue to abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today’s the road to a new land&lt;br /&gt;today i’ll believe in a new plan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-8408500716989301265?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8408500716989301265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=8408500716989301265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/8408500716989301265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/8408500716989301265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/lose-to-win_10.html' title='Lose To Win'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-7281121408865300669</id><published>2009-07-10T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:28:10.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Bar The Stars</title><content type='html'>i want to monkey-bar the stars back to you&lt;br /&gt;and hold you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;i want to touch my hand to the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;and bring you back the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if the skies won’t lead me&lt;br /&gt;to the one i miss tonight,&lt;br /&gt;may the Painter of the skies&lt;br /&gt;lead me by His light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into the fog i will ride,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that i someday might find,&lt;br /&gt;the beauty who has my heart&lt;br /&gt;far away on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;hoping that i someday might find,&lt;br /&gt;the beauty who has my heart&lt;br /&gt;far away on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people i will pass&lt;br /&gt;on my way back through&lt;br /&gt;this town that is lonely now&lt;br /&gt;without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not one will turn my head,&lt;br /&gt;and no beauty will be the one.&lt;br /&gt;till i have found you at my side&lt;br /&gt;i will not be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to monkey-bar the stars back to you&lt;br /&gt;and hold you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;i want to touch my hand to the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;and bring you back the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will travel the ocean vast,&lt;br /&gt;till i have found you at last.&lt;br /&gt;and i will give you the stars,&lt;br /&gt;that have brought me so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for tonight i am not complete,&lt;br /&gt;as i sit alone and write to the woman i miss,&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot hear the ocean waves&lt;br /&gt;till i have painted her with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am chasing and i am racing.&lt;br /&gt;i am chasing and i am free.&lt;br /&gt;i am chasing and i am racing,&lt;br /&gt;for the woman of my dreams…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-7281121408865300669?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7281121408865300669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=7281121408865300669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/7281121408865300669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/7281121408865300669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/monkey-bar-stars_10.html' title='Monkey Bar The Stars'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-4937822178660507072</id><published>2009-07-10T16:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:27:46.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Eyes</title><content type='html'>The ocean rolls and rides&lt;br /&gt;Magic reflected in the tide&lt;br /&gt;The stars ignite the midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t ever come alive&lt;br /&gt;Till I get to taste the love in your ocean eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve dreamed of grace arriving in the night&lt;br /&gt;Stealing a broken soul and giving it flight&lt;br /&gt;And all the colors in the sky&lt;br /&gt;From red to blue to neon bright&lt;br /&gt;Remained in shades black and white&lt;br /&gt;Till I got to taste your ocean eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry can make you see&lt;br /&gt;Sunsets can make you believe&lt;br /&gt;But darling, it’s God’s sweet love in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That shakes me and sets me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river Seine flowing through Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit harmonizing through us as we dance&lt;br /&gt;Atop the tower at midnight in the city of love&lt;br /&gt;That’s where I find myself&lt;br /&gt;When I lose myself in your symphonic eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I let go and find the love I was born to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars ignite the midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;The sun in the morning begins to rise&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t ever come alive&lt;br /&gt;Till God ignites me through the love in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was once dead in me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes an angel to help you see&lt;br /&gt;That the stars do sing and shine in the moonlit sky&lt;br /&gt;Like they do in the love in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in shades of black and white&lt;br /&gt;Till I taste the love in your melodic eyes&lt;br /&gt;Till I lose myself in your ocean eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lose myself in your ocean eyes…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-4937822178660507072?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4937822178660507072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=4937822178660507072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/4937822178660507072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/4937822178660507072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/ocean-eyes.html' title='Ocean Eyes'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-5380366837107096744</id><published>2009-07-10T16:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:27:22.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Me Love</title><content type='html'>Oh come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Lift up, get up&lt;br /&gt;Pick up your feet of steel and run&lt;br /&gt;There’s more yet for us to see&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much more for us to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open wide the gates, break them down today&lt;br /&gt;Taste the freedom and love in the air&lt;br /&gt;Take a brothers hand, take a sister’s heart&lt;br /&gt;Let’s steal away and find ourselves tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Son, oh Chosen One, paint us dreams&lt;br /&gt;Paint us with life and set us free&lt;br /&gt;These walls are coming down&lt;br /&gt;I feel it, I need it, I need this love&lt;br /&gt;Be my fuel, let’s fly this thing above&lt;br /&gt;This world is not my home&lt;br /&gt;I can’t steal what’s not my own&lt;br /&gt;Oh Son, oh Chosen One, paint us dreams&lt;br /&gt;Paint us with life and set us free&lt;br /&gt;Black and white is not my shade&lt;br /&gt;In a life where I don’t have to fade&lt;br /&gt;Come and break this man&lt;br /&gt;Bruise him and beat with the stars and sand&lt;br /&gt;Bruise him and break him and send him to a new land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Painter of the skies,&lt;br /&gt;Come and teach a boy to fly&lt;br /&gt;Come and help this man to rise&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna die&lt;br /&gt;I know I don’t have to die&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come Painter, paint me wings&lt;br /&gt;Paint me and help me rise&lt;br /&gt;Paint me in colors that will never die&lt;br /&gt;Shower me with water that’ll never dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready, I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to undress from this mess&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to peel off the fake skin&lt;br /&gt;And I am ready to break on in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to break on in to something more&lt;br /&gt;Give me sword, give me strength&lt;br /&gt;I am ready and waiting on the front lines&lt;br /&gt;In this war with sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to break in&lt;br /&gt;Stone me and hold me, let love win&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to run on my own&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to run from what I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day, this is the way&lt;br /&gt;Eyes to the skies, hands spread to pray&lt;br /&gt;Today your stars are brighter than the city lights&lt;br /&gt;And I know, and I know, that these glasses won’t give me sight&lt;br /&gt;And this plastic and TV magic won’t give me flight…&lt;br /&gt;I know that these plastic and diamonds won’t always shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready, I am ready, I am ready to fly&lt;br /&gt;I am ready, I am ready, I am ready to never die&lt;br /&gt;I am ready, I am ready, I am ready to rise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel the walls coming down&lt;br /&gt;Sing Hallelujah, sing Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel love raining down&lt;br /&gt;Sing Hallelujah, sing Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the love rain down&lt;br /&gt;Let the thunder light this town&lt;br /&gt;Let the love rain down&lt;br /&gt;Let your love rain down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we sing Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;And we sing Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;And we sing Hallelujah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-5380366837107096744?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5380366837107096744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=5380366837107096744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/5380366837107096744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/5380366837107096744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-me-love.html' title='Rain Me Love'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-7389842583934734796</id><published>2009-07-10T16:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:26:36.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Away With The Circus</title><content type='html'>Whatever it is, the color is changing&lt;br /&gt;And I’m beginning to believe in this&lt;br /&gt;So hold on tight to all that’s fading&lt;br /&gt;It’s time we run away with the circus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance and fly with the believers&lt;br /&gt;Under the big top at night&lt;br /&gt;And we wonder why the world outside the tent&lt;br /&gt;Is a lonely canvas of fading light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey brother, you can’t win the fight&lt;br /&gt;When the hand that’s holding the gun&lt;br /&gt;Is also holding the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Cuz when the sun begins to fade&lt;br /&gt;You’re going to realize that the gun’s not the way&lt;br /&gt;To the circus you dreamed of all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now step back and breathe this in&lt;br /&gt;There are more answers when you don’t win&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-7389842583934734796?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7389842583934734796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=7389842583934734796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/7389842583934734796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/7389842583934734796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/run-away-with-circus.html' title='Run Away With The Circus'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-4034809951902480371</id><published>2009-07-10T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:26:10.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven</title><content type='html'>Love be my guide&lt;br /&gt;Strength be on my side&lt;br /&gt;Patience can be a tough ride&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is seven states tonight&lt;br /&gt;Love is seven states to my right&lt;br /&gt;She is the melody in the music&lt;br /&gt;She is the harmony, don’t confuse it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is beautiful in the sunset sky&lt;br /&gt;I can feel her in the ocean tide&lt;br /&gt;And I would trade a life of stars and sky&lt;br /&gt;For a moment with the music in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, please hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;Continue to paint this love just right&lt;br /&gt;Give two souls color and flight&lt;br /&gt;Be the painter of our love’s light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, may these seven states disappear&lt;br /&gt;May you dry up these tears&lt;br /&gt;Father, may these seven states fade away&lt;br /&gt;And may boy and girl taste melodies of love one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is seven states away today&lt;br /&gt;Father, break me and make me the man to love her one day&lt;br /&gt;May the seven states fade away&lt;br /&gt;And may the music of love begin to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the music of love begin to play…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-4034809951902480371?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4034809951902480371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=4034809951902480371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/4034809951902480371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/4034809951902480371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-8172861205135912741</id><published>2009-07-10T16:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:24:49.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's In The Moon, She's In The Stars</title><content type='html'>If you look to the sky tonight, you will find a fresh, dark, summer sky. Soon to be July sky. The air is perfect. Not even a breeze. It’s as if God has taken a second to stop breathing down on LA, His big moon eye staring from on high, lighting the night, igniting my soul. I bend neck and throw a gaze to the night ceiling, hoping to find the canvas of stars that returns each night. I find one, maybe two, or three. It’s one of those nights when, if you introduced your eyes to the stars and lost yourself for a moment, you too would become a poet for a night. Hollywood is a city that switches on at night like a flame of neon lights. But I know that somewhere up in that black roof is a swirling, twirling infinity of stars singing songs of love and love. Palm trees wave their hands at me from the distance. Their hands have twenty, maybe twenty-one fingers. I know this only because one night not too long ago, I stole away in the night like a boy in search of first love, only to tread into a neighbors garden and cut off a single palm leaf for the woman I love. I wrote her a poem on it for her birthday. I’m not one for stealing, but that night there was no question. I was being guided and sparked by the fuel and rhythm of love and I wasn’t going to stop till I got that palm leaf for the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little lights blink and whisper from the homes in the hills like ink on lonely paper. Homes the size of small grocery stores scatter and paint the hills of movie stars and poets, dreamers and CEO’s. Big checks blinking from the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I sit and stare, lost in the beauty of the night, I still find that I am not completely me. The lights, the calm 10:30 air, the palm trees clapping their hands in acoustic symphony miles away…it’s all beautiful in a magical way, but I am still without something tonight. I am still without someone tonight. My eyes see God’s artwork painted from east to west across a city of dreams and imagination, but my heart still aches and craves and longs for someone. I am not complete tonight. The two empty chairs to my right and left poetically remind me of the one I miss. It’s something impossible to describe. It’s just felt. It’s just known deep inside me. It’s an aching that only one can heal. There is a surreal, breathtaking harmony in the air tonight of God’s majestic creation in the bright lights and the hills sleeping behind the city twilight, and the cry deep within me that tells me I’m not completely myself tonight without her at my side. Even the great poets who’s words and ashes fertilize the aisles in bookstores don’t know what I feel tonight. It’s that great a longing. It’s so vast, so huge, so beautiful, yet so filled with heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn and burn tonight for the most beautiful woman alive. She rests in dream as I write, somewhere two thousand miles east of where I sit. She looks 900 miles beyond beautiful as she sleeps. I’m not there to know, but I just know. That’s just the way she is to me. Never not captivating, never not the most stunning paint on God’s canvas of beauty. She is His beauty to me. She is the music of my dreams. And I can see her eyes in the lights in the hills tonight. I can hear her whisper in the still air. And I know deep inside that I will wait 900 million years if I have to till I can see her again. For I am not completely me without her. A wave is not a wave without the sea, and I am not I when it’s not her and me. And so I wait, day and night, sun and moon light, month and year, through dream and tear. And I know deep inside my soul that I will wait. I will wait for her…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-8172861205135912741?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8172861205135912741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=8172861205135912741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/8172861205135912741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/8172861205135912741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/shes-in-moon-shes-in-stars.html' title='She&apos;s In The Moon, She&apos;s In The Stars'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-6311671371044269997</id><published>2009-07-10T16:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:24:05.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Me To The Stars</title><content type='html'>Aim your bowstring&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me to the stars&lt;br /&gt;Write the lyrics, teach me to sing&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;And show me everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m searching for the rhythm in this thing&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking for a reason to sing&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking for you in the shade&lt;br /&gt;I think there’s melody to why we were made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s melody in the making&lt;br /&gt;There’s meaning to these days&lt;br /&gt;Hold strong when it’s all shaking&lt;br /&gt;There’s a reason we were made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim your bowstring&lt;br /&gt;And shoot me to the stars&lt;br /&gt;Bend me and shape me&lt;br /&gt;And take me beyond far&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to settle for this land&lt;br /&gt;I believe there’s more than the music in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Aim your bowstring&lt;br /&gt;And shoot me to beyond mars&lt;br /&gt;Bend me and shape me&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim your bowstring&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Sing me a song&lt;br /&gt;And teach me to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim your bowstring&lt;br /&gt;On your arrow I want to ride…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-6311671371044269997?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-4731201617342360486</id><published>2009-07-10T16:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:23:40.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars In The Sidewalk</title><content type='html'>I want a case of the Hollywood plastic.&lt;br /&gt;I want a face that shimmers fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I want my name painted in italics,&lt;br /&gt;On the cover of magazines and jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the insecure looking for a cure,&lt;br /&gt;In a town congested with poetic emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;Where are the people who want to be real,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of searching for the temporary feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the trend who’s trying to bend&lt;br /&gt;My cheekbones to the fitness of Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;I am the kid on the corner looking to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if the billboards are truth or lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the kid at the ocean wondering why,&lt;br /&gt;The sunset is more fulfilling than a town full of lights.&lt;br /&gt;When will this plastic melt,&lt;br /&gt;To reveal the hand we’ve been dealt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a life that doesn’t end&lt;br /&gt;With cheekbones and billboards and big screen lords.&lt;br /&gt;I want a life that doesn’t end&lt;br /&gt;With us staring at the stars in the sidewalk…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-4731201617342360486?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4731201617342360486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=4731201617342360486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/4731201617342360486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/4731201617342360486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/stars-in-sidewalk.html' title='Stars In The Sidewalk'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-8906598206879249579</id><published>2009-07-10T16:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:23:17.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>Put my tears in your bottle&lt;br /&gt;Blend them into liquid faith&lt;br /&gt;Pour them out and give them strength&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a life that’s safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an armor&lt;br /&gt;That won’t break by the blade&lt;br /&gt;I need a hope&lt;br /&gt;That won’t shatter and fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lose myself in the music of tears&lt;br /&gt;I want to lose myself in the symphony of fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready for these tears&lt;br /&gt;To bleed into the page of faith&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to open my mouth and yell to the stars&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to let the passion sing, and I’m ready to be made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put my tears in your bottle&lt;br /&gt;Blend them into liquid faith&lt;br /&gt;Swing me like an acrobat&lt;br /&gt;And help me to see your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to let go&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to ride the wave of the free&lt;br /&gt;Take these salt tears&lt;br /&gt;And pour them into forever sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflect your love in the pool of my tears&lt;br /&gt;And help me to find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to taste the salt of your sea&lt;br /&gt;Come help me find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to find me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-8906598206879249579?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8906598206879249579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=8906598206879249579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/8906598206879249579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/8906598206879249579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-9178029905767310754</id><published>2009-07-10T16:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:22:57.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Backwards Is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>The backwards is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;We all lose ourselves to find ourselves&lt;br /&gt;The backwards is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;We’ve distorted something extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when we flip this mess&lt;br /&gt;Do we find the beauty in love and less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the one at the bottom and hand them the stars of love…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-9178029905767310754?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/9178029905767310754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=9178029905767310754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/9178029905767310754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/9178029905767310754'/><link 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one here, no one there&lt;br /&gt;i can’t rely on the emptiness in the air&lt;br /&gt;for today is all i know,&lt;br /&gt;and i want the skies, not what’s below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t need this land,&lt;br /&gt;i don’t need this sea,&lt;br /&gt;all i need is the potion from above&lt;br /&gt;to help me figure out what to do&lt;br /&gt;with the time that is given to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will we all do&lt;br /&gt;when we realize one day&lt;br /&gt;that the leaves on the trees&lt;br /&gt;eventually fall away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let go of all the plastic&lt;br /&gt;break free from this caged disease&lt;br /&gt;and start thinking about what to do&lt;br /&gt;with the time that is given to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will you do&lt;br /&gt;when you finally realize what’s true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will you do&lt;br /&gt;with the time that is given to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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You'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-5192188263241044515</id><published>2009-07-10T16:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:22:14.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Torn Between</title><content type='html'>what road do you take&lt;br /&gt;when there are no road signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what path do you choose&lt;br /&gt;when all the maps are blurred&lt;br /&gt;and all the arrows are just straight lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when&lt;br /&gt;all the lights fade from green&lt;br /&gt;and you’re stuck in the torn between&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Between'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-3154872337623509965</id><published>2009-07-10T16:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:21:41.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Harmony</title><content type='html'>something’s not right tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i’ve turned my back&lt;br /&gt;and lost the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my view&lt;br /&gt;was all that is true,&lt;br /&gt;and i let the darkness&lt;br /&gt;defeat my soul’s sunset blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had only looked to the skies&lt;br /&gt;and had the strength to stand,&lt;br /&gt;this harmony would still be,&lt;br /&gt;you and me on the shores of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight let your love&lt;br /&gt;cleanse me like the ocean tide.&lt;br /&gt;let the waves take me away.&lt;br /&gt;on your current i will ride…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-3154872337623509965?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3154872337623509965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043707827951165697&amp;postID=3154872337623509965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/3154872337623509965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043707827951165697/posts/default/3154872337623509965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-harmony.html' title='This Harmony'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530839799229908832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCHUKBHszE/SLtJxuPFWHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QKZlmqaOMbE/S220/IMG_1428.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043707827951165697.post-1144189228403489629</id><published>2009-07-10T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:21:19.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>there’s a beauty twenty-two hundred miles away.&lt;br /&gt;there’s a beauty who’s twenty-two today.&lt;br /&gt;there’s a boy staring at the sunset green,&lt;br /&gt;raising a toast to the woman of his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty-two states too far.&lt;br /&gt;twenty-two sparks in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;she’s twenty-two dreams in twenty-two days.&lt;br /&gt;she’s the symphony in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there’s a twenty-two part harmony&lt;br /&gt;between two hearts.&lt;br /&gt;there’s a nation of land and sea&lt;br /&gt;helping two souls trust what could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i wish i was with you,&lt;br /&gt;the beauty who is twenty-two.&lt;br /&gt;today i wish i could see,&lt;br /&gt;the woman who makes me wanna be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there’s a beauty from the heavens above,&lt;br /&gt;she colors the skies with faith and love.&lt;br /&gt;she sings in her Father’s will,&lt;br /&gt;and gives the boy twenty-two chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has the beauty of twenty-two angels,&lt;br /&gt;she can connect the stars with her stunning eyes.&lt;br /&gt;the distance between california and ohio is enough&lt;br /&gt;to make this boy cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand at the ocean’s shore,&lt;br /&gt;we can watch the sunset from a twenty-second floor.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could keep you warm,&lt;br /&gt;i wish you could just stay…&lt;br /&gt;here with me,&lt;br /&gt;the boy by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you could stay,&lt;br /&gt;with me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my knees i fall,&lt;br /&gt;to the heavens i pray,&lt;br /&gt;and i thank the sunset Painter&lt;br /&gt;for His beautiful daughter today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you are the beauty of my day.&lt;br /&gt;you give me color in a new way.&lt;br /&gt;you are the sunset of my soul today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you are the sunset of my soul today…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043707827951165697-1144189228403489629?l=festivalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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