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	<title>lindsaysscribblings.com &#187; Cerebrations of Self</title>
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		<itunes:summary>Poetry by Lindsay Bernsen</itunes:summary>
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		<title>Double-turned</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/love-and-war/double-turned</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 06:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cerebrations of Self]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Is All Fair in Love and War?]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The point was hammered:  my protocol is off, hurtful.
I know it.
The point was hammered so I broke:
Not one more blow.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The point was hammered:  my protocol is off, hurtful.<br />
I know it.<br />
The point was hammered so I broke:<br />
Not one more blow.</p>
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		<title>My Hair is Red</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/my-hair-is-red</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/my-hair-is-red#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2007 06:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cerebrations of Self]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[My hair is red
Not scarlet, not auburn,
Not orange.
My hair is red.
The same shade as my passion-
A deep, dripping mahogany resolution
Of lacquered manners,
Independent thought,
And sensuality.
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My hair is red<br />
Not scarlet, not auburn,<br />
Not orange.<br />
My hair is red.<br />
The same shade as my passion-<br />
A deep, dripping mahogany resolution<br />
Of lacquered manners,<br />
Independent thought,<br />
And sensuality.</p>
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		<title>I, my self</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/i-my-self</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/i-my-self#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Sep 2007 21:08:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cerebrations of Self]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I would discard this body
If I could
In a single tentative heartleap
I would discard this uncouth body
I would discard this faltering facade
I would discard this sensual illusion
Azure eyes and inherited vulnerabilities
I would discard this body
If I could
Exist extra-corporeally.
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I would discard this body<br />
If I could<br />
In a single tentative heartleap<br />
I would discard this uncouth body<br />
I would discard this faltering facade<br />
I would discard this sensual illusion<br />
Azure eyes and inherited vulnerabilities<br />
I would discard this body<br />
If I could<br />
Exist extra-corporeally.</p>
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		<title>The Problem Is</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/the-problem-is</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/the-problem-is#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Sep 2007 20:36:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cerebrations of Self]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[with Audio]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The problem is
I always begin
Anxiously
Casually
Conspiratorially
The problem is
There are too many problems
And I complain about them
Too often
The problem is
My own anxiety
My own conspiracy
Paranoia
The problem is
My mouth.
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The problem is<br />
I always begin<br />
Anxiously<br />
Casually<br />
Conspiratorially<br />
The problem is<br />
There are too many problems<br />
And I complain about them<br />
Too often<br />
The problem is<br />
My own anxiety<br />
My own conspiracy<br />
Paranoia<br />
The problem is<br />
My mouth.</p>
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		<itunes:subtitle>The problem is
I always begin
Anxiously
Casually
Conspiratorially
The problem is
There are too many problems
And I complain about them
Too often
The problem is
My own anxiety
My own conspiracy
Paranoia
The problem is
My mouth.
 </itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>The problem is
I always begin
Anxiously
Casually
Conspiratorially
The problem is
There are too many problems
And I complain about them
Too often
The problem is
My own anxiety
My own conspiracy
Paranoia
The problem is
My mouth.
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		<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
		<itunes:block>No</itunes:block>
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		<title>When I Die</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/when-i-die</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/when-i-die#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cerebrations of Self]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[When I die
You can open my little beat-up Compaq
The backspace key finally replaced
The power cable tenuously soldered
When I die
You can open my dear oft-used laptop,
My incarnate life-blood,
Or it’s certain successor
When I die
You can trundle through its clandestine
Reminiscences
And maybe I’ll still breathe
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I die<br />
You can open my little beat-up Compaq<br />
The backspace key finally replaced<br />
The power cable tenuously soldered<br />
When I die<br />
You can open my dear oft-used laptop,<br />
My incarnate life-blood,<br />
Or it’s certain successor<br />
When I die<br />
You can trundle through its clandestine<br />
Reminiscences<br />
And maybe I’ll still breathe</p>
]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Calm Assurance</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/calm-assurance</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/calm-assurance#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 05:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cerebrations of Self]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Calm assurance
In my own certainty
I accept your questions
Ponder my defense
But still
Rest with
Calm assurance
Infallibility
I could be wrong
But I am not
I could be wrong
But do not care
I could be wrong
And I recognize
Your independent will
While still subtly
Suffusing
Calm assurance
Manifest certainty
I could be wrong
But I am not.
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Calm assurance<br />
In my own certainty<br />
I accept your questions<br />
Ponder my defense<br />
But still<br />
Rest with<br />
Calm assurance<br />
Infallibility<br />
I could be wrong<br />
But I am not<br />
I could be wrong<br />
But do not care<br />
I could be wrong<br />
And I recognize<br />
Your independent will<br />
While still subtly<br />
Suffusing<br />
Calm assurance<br />
Manifest certainty<br />
I could be wrong<br />
But I am not.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mutually Exclusive</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/mutually-exclusive</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/mutually-exclusive#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 05:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cerebrations of Self]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[with Audio]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[In the space between
Intermittent beats-
Elongated
By stifled breaths-
Faith
Exists.
Even now,
As I scoff at its mis-direction,
A swift, tacit
Prayer
Stems from my lips.
A vain hope for
Reconciliation
Of the mutually
Exclusive.
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the space between</p>
<p>Intermittent beats-<br />
Elongated<br />
By stifled breaths-</p>
<p>Faith<br />
Exists.<br />
Even now,<br />
As I scoff at its mis-direction,<br />
A swift, tacit<br />
Prayer<br />
Stems from my lips.<br />
A vain hope for<br />
Reconciliation<br />
Of the mutually<br />
Exclusive.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
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<itunes:duration>00:01:01</itunes:duration>
		<itunes:subtitle>In the space between
Intermittent beats-
Elongated
By stifled breaths-
Faith
Exists.
Even now,
As I scoff at its mis-direction,
A swift, tacit
Prayer
Stems from my lips.
A vain hope for
Reconciliation
Of the mutually
Exclusive.
 </itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>In the space between
Intermittent beats-
Elongated
By stifled breaths-
Faith
Exists.
Even now,
As I scoff at its mis-direction,
A swift, tacit
Prayer
Stems from my lips.
A vain hope for
Reconciliation
Of the mutually
Exclusive.
</itunes:summary>
		<itunes:keywords>Cerebrations,of,Self,,with,Audio</itunes:keywords>
		<itunes:author>penguinswaddle@gmail.com</itunes:author>
		<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
		<itunes:block>No</itunes:block>
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		<title>Past Houses</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/past-houses</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/past-houses#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2007 05:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cerebrations of Self]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[with Audio]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Walking past houses
Row by tranquil row
Networked indecision
Keeping me alone
Roads are empty
My voice carries
Over the whispering leaves
And the sky worries
Harsh gray anxiety
I reveal my alto secrets
Lighter every step
Walking past houses
Alone with my regrets.
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Walking past houses<br />
Row by tranquil row<br />
Networked indecision<br />
Keeping me alone<br />
Roads are empty<br />
My voice carries<br />
Over the whispering leaves<br />
And the sky worries<br />
Harsh gray anxiety<br />
I reveal my alto secrets<br />
Lighter every step<br />
Walking past houses<br />
Alone with my regrets.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
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		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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<itunes:duration>00:01:01</itunes:duration>
		<itunes:subtitle>Walking past houses
Row by tranquil row
Networked indecision
Keeping me alone
Roads are empty
My voice carries
Over the whispering leaves
And the sky worries
Harsh gray anxiety
I reveal my alto secrets
Lighter ...</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Walking past houses
Row by tranquil row
Networked indecision
Keeping me alone
Roads are empty
My voice carries
Over the whispering leaves
And the sky worries
Harsh gray anxiety
I reveal my alto secrets
Lighter every step
Walking past houses
Alone with my regrets.
</itunes:summary>
		<itunes:keywords>Cerebrations,of,Self,,with,Audio</itunes:keywords>
		<itunes:author>penguinswaddle@gmail.com</itunes:author>
		<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
		<itunes:block>No</itunes:block>
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		<title>Known Myself</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/known-myself</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/known-myself#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 05:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cerebrations of Self]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I have always known myself
Completely
Known my actions and words
To be my own
Understood their consequences
Even if attempting to deny them
But this
Is confounded circular logic
A cycle of wrong opinions
Misleading fallacies
I&#8217;ve always known myself
And this
Cannot be
What I
Believe.
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have always known myself<br />
Completely<br />
Known my actions and words<br />
To be my own<br />
Understood their consequences<br />
Even if attempting to deny them<br />
But this<br />
Is confounded circular logic<br />
A cycle of wrong opinions<br />
Misleading fallacies<br />
I&#8217;ve always known myself<br />
And this<br />
Cannot be<br />
What I<br />
Believe.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
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		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>This Solitude</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/this-solitude</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/introspection/this-solitude#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Nov 2006 05:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cerebrations of Self]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[This solitude
Is from the endless competition
And the joyless repetitions
I acknowledge to exist
This solitude
Is realized in a daily critique
Of the sarcastic and threatening
Ambition of each opponent
This solitude
Derives from hearing in each voice
The acridity which dulls my own
A caustic warning underlying every smile
This solitude
Is empty and complete
Its control only faltering
When I am alone
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This solitude<br />
Is from the endless competition<br />
And the joyless repetitions<br />
I acknowledge to exist<br />
This solitude<br />
Is realized in a daily critique<br />
Of the sarcastic and threatening<br />
Ambition of each opponent<br />
This solitude<br />
Derives from hearing in each voice<br />
The acridity which dulls my own<br />
A caustic warning underlying every smile<br />
This solitude<br />
Is empty and complete<br />
Its control only faltering<br />
When I am alone</p>
]]></content:encoded>
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