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		<title>Clock</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2007 00:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Serial tics
Steady progression
Pages flipping
Fluttering leaden
In muffled silence
Disavowing
The impermanent shelter
Of fading opacity
Serial tics
Feeble attempts
To disparage
The convoluted certainty
Of foreshortened
Conclusion
Serial tics
Steady progression
Slow procession
The march of
(anti?) mortality.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Serial tics<br />
Steady progression<br />
Pages flipping<br />
Fluttering leaden<br />
In muffled silence<br />
Disavowing<br />
The impermanent shelter<br />
Of fading opacity<br />
Serial tics<br />
Feeble attempts<br />
To disparage<br />
The convoluted certainty<br />
Of foreshortened<br />
Conclusion<br />
Serial tics<br />
Steady progression<br />
Slow procession<br />
The march of<br />
(anti?) mortality.</p>
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		<title>Rain Storm</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 05:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Slow drops
Steady perfection
A line of illumination
A rumble of dissent
But I do not care for
Unwarranted agreement
So I cannot disavow
This trembling joy
The cold
Succinct words
Of a worthy adversary
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Slow drops<br />
Steady perfection<br />
A line of illumination<br />
A rumble of dissent<br />
But I do not care for<br />
Unwarranted agreement<br />
So I cannot disavow<br />
This trembling joy<br />
The cold<br />
Succinct words<br />
Of a worthy adversary</p>
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		<title>Epiphany</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 05:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wispy
Intangible
Grappling
To be solid
The moment when
The sunlight tints my vision
Blue, Purple, Orange
And I know.
I know
Until the darkness reembraces
The next stanza of a hitherto
Unwritten poem
The chorus of an archaic
Mantra
Reverberating onwards
The resonance
Changing my pulse
Epiphany
The formless inspiration
And I know.
I know
What I really knew before
But in today&#8217;s hectic fog
Forgot. 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wispy<br />
Intangible<br />
Grappling<br />
To be solid<br />
The moment when<br />
The sunlight tints my vision<br />
Blue, Purple, Orange<br />
And I know.<br />
I know<br />
Until the darkness reembraces<br />
The next stanza of a hitherto<br />
Unwritten poem<br />
The chorus of an archaic<br />
Mantra<br />
Reverberating onwards<br />
The resonance<br />
Changing my pulse<br />
Epiphany<br />
The formless inspiration<br />
And I know.<br />
I know<br />
What I really knew before<br />
But in today&#8217;s hectic fog<br />
Forgot. </p>
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		<title>Hurrying</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2006 05:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Racing
Pacing
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Hurrying through
A slow-motion world
That never the less
Endeavors
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;To run faster than me
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Racing<br />
Pacing<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hurrying through<br />
A slow-motion world<br />
That never the less<br />
Endeavors</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To run faster than me</p>
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		<title>The Sea</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2006 05:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I shut my eyelids
I imagine I can touch every continent
Imagine I can caress people half a world away
Outstretched arms reveling in
The dark clouds above me
The timeless ocean
The moon’s gravity.
The sea stretches vastly onwards
Empty
Eternal
Magnificent
Indifferent
Undisturbed and uncontrollable
Touching every continent:
Incarnate hope.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I shut my eyelids<br />
I imagine I can touch every continent<br />
Imagine I can caress people half a world away<br />
Outstretched arms reveling in<br />
The dark clouds above me<br />
The timeless ocean<br />
The moon’s gravity.<br />
The sea stretches vastly onwards<br />
Empty<br />
Eternal<br />
Magnificent<br />
Indifferent<br />
Undisturbed and uncontrollable<br />
Touching every continent:<br />
Incarnate hope.</p>
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		<title>Drifting</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 05:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Strolling at my own slow pace
Books on my back
Wondering what it would be like
If I, like the wind that rushes through my hair,
Could drift
So many particles of oxygen and hydrogen
So many particles floating free
If I could swirl over amber fields and stir up the autumn leaves
If I could rustle through pine needles
And create waves to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Strolling at my own slow pace<br />
Books on my back<br />
Wondering what it would be like<br />
If I, like the wind that rushes through my hair,<br />
Could drift<br />
So many particles of oxygen and hydrogen<br />
So many particles floating free<br />
If I could swirl over amber fields and stir up the autumn leaves<br />
If I could rustle through pine needles<br />
And create waves to ride<br />
If I could provide relief to some weary traveler<br />
In desperate need of a breeze<br />
If I could be the chill that runs down your spine<br />
If I could soar into the heavens and alight in the skies<br />
Traveling forever in forever’s own time<br />
And somehow still maintain a semblance of my consciousness<br />
The atoms of my being like neurons loosely connecting<br />
those memories too precious to lose,<br />
that otherworldly knowledge of flying, floating, living<br />
Sensing without sight, sound, or taste, the sweet symphonic textures<br />
Of the universe.</p>
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		<title>A Reason to Exist</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/nature/a-reason-to-exist</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2005 05:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Intoxicated by the beauty of the clear night sky
Lost in the wonder of brilliant pin pricks
Against a hazy veil
Dazzled by simplicity
Too caught up to even breathe
Carried away in separate thoughts
I need to be let free
I need someone to take my hand
And lead me back to earth
It seems to me it’s been awhile
Since I last saw [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Intoxicated by the beauty of the clear night sky<br />
Lost in the wonder of brilliant pin pricks<br />
Against a hazy veil<br />
Dazzled by simplicity<br />
Too caught up to even breathe<br />
Carried away in separate thoughts<br />
I need to be let free<br />
I need someone to take my hand<br />
And lead me back to earth<br />
It seems to me it’s been awhile<br />
Since I last saw anything of worth<br />
My heart it beats so hollowly,<br />
It needs a reason to exist<br />
But gazing all around me<br />
I can’t help but think<br />
This might just be it.</p>
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		<title>Footprints</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/nature/footprints</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2005 05:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Musings on the State of Nature]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Footprints in the sand
There for a moment- solid, real.
I watch water rush into the cavity my feet have made
See the edges blur away
Simply a hole
A vague knowledge that there was once something there
But still the memory resides, no longer tangible,
That for a moment they made an imprint-
Full of hope, dreams, and ideas
That for a moment, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Footprints in the sand<br />
There for a moment- solid, real.<br />
I watch water rush into the cavity my feet have made<br />
See the edges blur away<br />
Simply a hole<br />
A vague knowledge that there was once something there</p>
<p>But still the memory resides, no longer tangible,<br />
That for a moment they made an imprint-<br />
Full of hope, dreams, and ideas<br />
That for a moment, the landscape of unchanging shoreline was drastically altered<br />
By the possibility of life and with it knowledge<br />
And in that moment the world knew of my existence</p>
<p>But the moment slips away<br />
Buried by the sands of time<br />
And gradually forgotten<br />
Like the footprints and their creator</p>
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		<title>Enchanted Forest</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/nature/enchanted-forest</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2005 05:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is an enchanted forest across the street
A mysterious haven, in a world that&#8217;s concrete
Everything&#8217;s bright, color bursts at the seams
Of images so vivid, they are found only in dreams
The only way in is a passage unknown
Except to those most willing to be shown
It is but steps away from a path well worn
Yet miles from [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is an enchanted forest across the street<br />
A mysterious haven, in a world that&#8217;s concrete<br />
Everything&#8217;s bright, color bursts at the seams<br />
Of images so vivid, they are found only in dreams<br />
The only way in is a passage unknown<br />
Except to those most willing to be shown<br />
It is but steps away from a path well worn<br />
Yet miles from civilization is a paradise born<br />
In the deepest serenity, life seems ethereal<br />
Where mother nature mends our hearts and helps our lives to heal<br />
Tis but a fine line drawn between blurry and distinct<br />
Between the world of traditions and that of raw instinct<br />
A fragile alternate reality whose fate is defined by the beholder<br />
To remain eternally sunlit or wither into something colder.</p>
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		<title>I Hear the Rain Fall Gently</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2005 05:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Musings on the State of Nature]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[And reflect
That I find it quite soothing
But I know that I wouldn&#8217;t
If the house I lived in were any less fortified
If the whisper of the wind felt like a gust and the walls around me shook
Would I too tremble in terror?
Could I ever truly enjoy the wind while cowering behind paper thin walls?
I doubt the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And reflect<br />
That I find it quite soothing<br />
But I know that I wouldn&#8217;t<br />
If the house I lived in were any less fortified<br />
If the whisper of the wind felt like a gust and the walls around me shook<br />
Would I too tremble in terror?<br />
Could I ever truly enjoy the wind while cowering behind paper thin walls?<br />
I doubt the storm would be able to lull me to sleep<br />
Or hold the same sway it has now<br />
I doubt the gorgeous lightning-lit sky<br />
Would seem more than a threat of electrocution<br />
The soft pitter patter<br />
Would be deafening<br />
When perceived by the ears of the drenched<br />
Drowning out all the peace<br />
That I have inside of my soul</p>
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