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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Yum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweety&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interesting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thoughtful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unique&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quirky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beautiful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ravising&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Delightful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sexy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amusing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nyquil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Glasses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Puzzle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Exuberant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my G+ circles to list a word that described me to them. The list was interesting and warming. I decided to write a poem using the words. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughtful&lt;/b&gt;, that is how she lives her life. &lt;br /&gt;So &lt;b&gt;amusing&lt;/b&gt; are the small wonders that fill her day&lt;br /&gt;People, places, and things make her &lt;b&gt;smile&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delightful&lt;/b&gt;, the thoughts that fill her mind,&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time... though her rose colored &lt;b&gt;glasses&lt;/b&gt; might hid small pains&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;puzzle&lt;/b&gt; of her purpose causes her much concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beautiful&lt;/b&gt;, the moments she shares with you.&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;b&gt;quirky&lt;/b&gt;lady makes a point to make you feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting&lt;/b&gt; those who fight her goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exuberant&lt;/b&gt;, her spirit will fill you.&lt;br /&gt;Her &lt;b&gt;sexy&lt;/b&gt; persona yearns to fill you with pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Her sweetness can calm you like &lt;b&gt;Nyquil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her &lt;b&gt;sexy &lt;/b&gt;is a drug&lt;br /&gt;By design, &lt;b&gt;Sweety&lt;/b&gt;, she loves because she was made to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ravishing&lt;/b&gt;, how she see the world around her&lt;br /&gt;The beauty and wonder of all that there is and all that can be, &lt;b&gt;yum&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;b&gt;unique&lt;/b&gt; outlook on life leaves her soul heavy&lt;br /&gt;Her longing for the &lt;b&gt;sweet&lt;/b&gt; thrill of justice and peace can be tiring&lt;br /&gt;And might not be &lt;b&gt;smart &lt;/b&gt;, but it is what keeps her happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5380713919477556886?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5380713919477556886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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moment that we had fooled the world&lt;br /&gt;We could play by the rules&lt;br /&gt;The table reading lacked the intensity&lt;br /&gt;But anyone could see there was something lurking&lt;br /&gt;An essence that had yet to be released&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you decided to ad lib&lt;br /&gt;Your lips speaking what came from your heart&lt;br /&gt;And the plot changed&lt;br /&gt;Sepia turned to color&lt;br /&gt;Dimmers turned to bright lights&lt;br /&gt;And the plot became clear&lt;br /&gt;This was a love story in three parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACT ONE&lt;br /&gt;The affair was short but satisfying&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling needs and wants&lt;br /&gt;Opened eyes&lt;br /&gt;Opened hearts &lt;br /&gt;Opened minds&lt;br /&gt;It was something needed and longed for&lt;br /&gt;It grew out of necessity and pressure&lt;br /&gt;And no two actors were better suited for the parts&lt;br /&gt;I gave all I had ever learned&lt;br /&gt;And you played off me like a master &lt;br /&gt;You taught me so much through your craft&lt;br /&gt;The audience could see the art we created&lt;br /&gt;It was intense and real&lt;br /&gt;But was it just an affair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7725168502075139430?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7725168502075139430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/09/end-scene.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7725168502075139430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7725168502075139430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9qYhspMAoM8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-6287247465016864268</id><published>2011-09-18T00:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T18:20:20.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the D for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You signed it&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing I was left to wonder&amp;nbsp;was&lt;br /&gt;What the D stands for&lt;br /&gt;I could ask you but recently&lt;br /&gt;I am weary of the answer my questions&lt;br /&gt;Hearts that hope are often disappointed&lt;br /&gt;They still hope though.&lt;br /&gt;I digress, what is the D for?&lt;br /&gt;Determined?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that's possibly&lt;br /&gt;What that D stands for&lt;br /&gt;Focused and unyielding&lt;br /&gt;Eyes pinpointed on what you want&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the attack&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want and you go for it&lt;br /&gt;Your prey never stands a chance&lt;br /&gt;at first glace you win&lt;br /&gt;I digress, what is the D for?&lt;br /&gt;Direct?&lt;br /&gt;To the point&lt;br /&gt;Is that why I should know&lt;br /&gt;What that D stands for?&lt;br /&gt;No word, thought or action wasted&lt;br /&gt;Enough words, spoken and written&lt;br /&gt;To state your point&lt;br /&gt;And though some may question&lt;br /&gt;Posturing&amp;nbsp;for more is worthless&lt;br /&gt;no matter how interested &amp;nbsp;the heart is&lt;br /&gt;I digress, what is the D for?&lt;br /&gt;Divine?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;The Joy of a Mother's eye&lt;br /&gt;The cure for the pain&lt;br /&gt;Love's rain?&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually gifted tho&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if you&amp;nbsp;believe&lt;br /&gt;I digress what is the D for?&lt;br /&gt;Today it stands for &lt;br /&gt;Dreams differed&lt;br /&gt;Destinies unknown&lt;br /&gt;Deliverance&lt;br /&gt;And Done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-5118103388982574202</id><published>2011-09-18T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:06:54.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My reintroduction to DMX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So I was having a discussion on Twitter (as I often do) and got into the merits of DMX. I had never really been a fan of his. As I tweeted his barking and over use of his name made me uncomfortable. He seemed to be discussing subjects that were beyond my relation and well I just wasn't that interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But as I increase my circle of&amp;nbsp;creative&amp;nbsp;friends, my eyes are often open to new things, and to re-examining&amp;nbsp;things that I had over looked in the past. I asked what was DMX's best album and got a variety of responcces, but the one most mentioned was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/xwPVoaBFeCbmaOWrL1HspumyIwsobrdkXPrkEYe175KCVD2jkH4RyVCnicLcSfY9WN9pv6V1Dw0dfxe85VPggY9eNcKhZ-lI/itsdark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://api.ning.com/files/xwPVoaBFeCbmaOWrL1HspumyIwsobrdkXPrkEYe175KCVD2jkH4RyVCnicLcSfY9WN9pv6V1Dw0dfxe85VPggY9eNcKhZ-lI/itsdark.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="albumpage_albumname" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gomusicnow.com/album.html?id=18881" style="font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gomusicnow.com/album.html?id=18881" style="font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;It's Dark And Hell Is Hot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="albumpage_albumname" style="font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="albumpage_albumname" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;These are my thoughts as I&amp;nbsp;listened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;thru the 19 tracks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Intro:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;"That's my man's and em..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;I was not impressed by the intro, it reminded me of basic rappers songs that get tweeted on my timeline daily, nothing spectacular just &amp;nbsp;dude telling you he's rough and tough and will bark your house down and he does and he does it all to support his man and em. Ok... well I hope it gets better... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruff Riders Anthem :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Give a dog a bone (what)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;leave a dog alone (what)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;let a dog roam and he'll find his way home (what)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;I alway did like the song "Ruff Ryders Anthem" made me wish I had a crew. I like the beat, its head bopable. And I like his flow, simple but it gets the point across. More violence and warnings... am i supposed to like him or be scared he might kill me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuckin' Wit' D:&lt;/b&gt; "I DON'T A FUCK ABOUT  CH'YALL NIGGAZ CAUSE Y'ALL  AIN'T KILLIN' NUTTIN'" .... oh.  I am beginning to think DMX might have some unresolved issues, and then right there in the song he tells us he has issues "Listed as a manic  depressin' with extreme paranoia" ahhh... that might explain the violencia.  I'm beginning to wonder abou this man...why is he so angry? Where are all these "dogs" and why does he feel like he always has to defend something?  &lt;b&gt;Interlude "The Storm&lt;/b&gt; Like all rappers, D's got haters...  &lt;b&gt;Look Thru My Eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt; "Look in my eyes, see what I see  Do what I do, be what I be  Walk with my shoes that hurt your feet  And know why I lurk the streets "  Delving deeper into the questions already posed in my head from the first couple tracks. This man isout to prove something... im still trying to fiure out what tho. He's hurting over something too. i wanna know where it stems from. Just a hard life?  "Feel the pain, feel the joy, of a man who was never a boy. For real. "  &lt;b&gt;Get at me Dog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;I liked the beat on this song. D still sounds mad, I still don't know why. I am nut really relating to the album, but I can understand why people feel him. If you always feel like you got to fight for what you want in life and people&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;underestimate you... yea... I guess I can related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;I do not like the use of the word fag... but thats my prejudice to the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"The days are longer and seems like I'm wastin time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've got a lot of dreams but I'm not really chasing mine" ...but why not Mr. X? Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let Me Fly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Is this man singing? Ya'll get on Drake for singing but I think every rapper has sung a few bars. Anyway I feel like this is the most emotional that D has been so far. Well that wasnt anger. I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"There's a difference between, doin' wrong and being wrong and that ain't right"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;...true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-is Coming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"One two X is coming for you Three four better lock your door Five six get yo' crusifix Seven eight don't stay up late"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Kid voices in eerie music always gives me chills...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This song disturbed me... who is he talking to?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He's raping children, wives, and brutally killing... what does one have to do to get this wrath from D? Who hurt you D? WHO HURT YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Damien&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"The Snake, the rat, the cat, the Dog, how you gonna see them when you living in the fog"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How It Goin Down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The intro to this song was hilarious. I kinda like when D does "love" songs. Why is it always shady tho? Id DMX married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crime Story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The calmness with which he raps about blowing up a police station makes me think this man does not like the police...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop Being Greedy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna know who he is talking to? Other rappers? I think he knows his potential and he is reaching his dreams, but how do you bring that old mentality to a new hustle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yikes, that played like a movie scene. He def knows how to paint pictures with words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For My Dogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How nice of him to let his friends rap on his album about how awesome her is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&amp;nbsp;Can Feel It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love the song this was sampled from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I get the feeling you should never turn your back on this man. He remembers everything I wonder how much of his music is from real things that have happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Convo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have convos like this with God all the time... i feel this song. I feel his emotion. These are questions many people have. I love the pictures he paints. I give him points for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Niggaz Done Started Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;MASE! I used to love his flow. I enjoyed the flow of this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One line tho kinda summed up the album for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel em.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;But I can see the talent and enjoyed the listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5118103388982574202?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5118103388982574202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-reintroduction-to-dmx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5118103388982574202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5118103388982574202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-reintroduction-to-dmx.html' title='My reintroduction to DMX'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-5071752250441224758</id><published>2011-09-17T23:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T23:15:13.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKIE HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT A NEW LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big shout out to Chris Roberts for the new design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this will get me to get back on my blog game... I will admit I took Aug off. But I'm back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you spend your summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5071752250441224758?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5071752250441224758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/09/new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5071752250441224758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5071752250441224758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/09/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-8249586314313661361</id><published>2011-09-16T17:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T14:13:37.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>Some people crave attention like a drug. It's a terrible addiction. It hurts them. It scars them. It is an obvious addiction that many exploit and use against them. Don't feed the addict, teach them how to wean themselves off the drug. Everyone cant love you. Everyone is not your friend. This should not stop you from being authentically you however. Treat others well, and how they would like to be treated to your own ability. Everything else is left to fate and chance and the Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say these words because I need to hear them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-8249586314313661361?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/8249586314313661361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/09/lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8249586314313661361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8249586314313661361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/09/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-6768435655162147622</id><published>2011-08-23T10:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:12:02.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Take ownership*</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen int he world. In your personal, your work life, all around. Some of these things we have no control over: The weather, the actions of others, sickness, disease, market fluctuations. Some of them we do: Occupation, who we share our life with, how we react to the things that happen in our life. Life&amp;nbsp;isn't&amp;nbsp;fair, things happen , some good and some bad. We cant blame everything bad on others and take credit for everything good. No matter what your belief system is, you&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;get to where you are all alone. Some where along the way you interacted with someone, something. But For those things that are all you... take ownership. Be responsible. Someone is watching you. Someone is looking for direction, a hint of whats possible. Be that light. And when you stumble, get up, dust off and keep going. But remember the fall, know where you dont wanna be, and keep headed to where you are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-6768435655162147622?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/6768435655162147622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/08/take-ownership.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6768435655162147622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6768435655162147622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/08/take-ownership.html' title='*Take ownership*'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7130196848338080096</id><published>2011-07-31T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T14:13:15.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 31st</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zMIgAcgD9As" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7130196848338080096?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7130196848338080096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-31st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7130196848338080096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7130196848338080096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-31st.html' title='July 31st'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zMIgAcgD9As/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7242636069429574230</id><published>2011-07-30T17:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:12:34.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I'm single - Story 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm going to start posting my misadventures in love. if there is enough interest I will make a separate blog... for now... here's a day in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im walking down the street and im standing at the corner waiting for the light to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had noticed a Dunkin Donuts and was thinking to myself, on my walk back this way I will stop and get a coolata ( i like to mix the vanilla with the strawberry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm standing there and i hear this guy on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Hey man let me call you right back, this lady in a red dress just walked by and I cant focus on what you saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Naw for real man ima hit you right back, Ima talk to her for a min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to see who this dude is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: And she got cute feet too man, naw, ima call you back after i holla at her, aight? aight. peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im smiling cause i think its hilarious, he asks me some questions (the light changes twice btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Please tell me you arent married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: im not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Are you involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Slight pause... No ... but im not from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: where you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Now thats funny, the person i just got off the phone with is in Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (in my head) uh oh (out loud) cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: So how long you here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Til Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: oh so we gonna have to work quick, get engaged and married and intro you to the folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Just playing but can i get your number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was pleasant and not hard on the eyes. I thought it was a funny exchange and since Ill be coming to ny for work for the next few months why the hell not. Anyway i doubt he will call me so im not too worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like he was gonna ask me if we could hang out that day, but i had plans with friends already so i made my excuses and began to walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: im the jealous type so if you meeting up with a dude i might have to mess homie up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: nervous giggle *walks faster*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked back to see if he was watching me walk... he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go back that way on my return to the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted that damn coolata tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress that caused the issue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp5ve8AFPR1qay9r2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp5ve8AFPR1qay9r2o1_500.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for got to mention: He called my number while I was standing there to prove it was real... 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt even try to play it off like he wanted to give me his or anything, just straight up said " I hope you gave me a real number"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I'm single&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7242636069429574230?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7242636069429574230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-why-im-single-story-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7242636069429574230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7242636069429574230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-why-im-single-story-1.html' title='This is why I&apos;m single - Story 1'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-5345883022391106210</id><published>2011-07-24T00:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T00:42:50.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRM68SUSAbDUtDPfw-BQEHoHWjxuQf-bgJcLzVynmZWJbEkT7zJ9w" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" width="272" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRM68SUSAbDUtDPfw-BQEHoHWjxuQf-bgJcLzVynmZWJbEkT7zJ9w" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is lifeless&lt;br /&gt;You took all I had to give&lt;br /&gt;Every movement now is an effort&lt;br /&gt;And I only have you to thank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let this happen&lt;br /&gt;Let your essence cover me&lt;br /&gt;Allowed you to penetrate&lt;br /&gt;The special place&lt;br /&gt;That you fit into so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were constant&lt;br /&gt;Relentlessness and demanding&lt;br /&gt;And I gave it to you&lt;br /&gt;With out concern of caution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you take over me&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;And again&lt;br /&gt;And then begged for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that you &lt;br /&gt;Could have it&lt;br /&gt;Take it, &lt;br /&gt;Claim it,&lt;br /&gt;Told you it was yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like a caged animal &lt;br /&gt;That has been set free to feed&lt;br /&gt;You devoured me&lt;br /&gt;And let nothing but this feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't move &lt;br /&gt;I can still feel you in me&lt;br /&gt;From head to toe&lt;br /&gt;You have left your mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when &lt;br /&gt;Inhibition are released&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies are realized&lt;br /&gt;This is the aftermath...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5345883022391106210?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5345883022391106210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/aftermath.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5345883022391106210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5345883022391106210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-2697669129015319896</id><published>2011-07-19T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:08:22.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blossom</title><content type='html'>Blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw the flower before it bloomed&lt;br /&gt;Cradled and nursed the bud&lt;br /&gt;Saw its color bright and clear&lt;br /&gt;Potential for what was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watered it and showed it to the sun&lt;br /&gt;And it opened its petals to everyone&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and surely it began to grow&lt;br /&gt;For you and the world to share in its beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You coaxed it to open&lt;br /&gt;Told it it would be all you imagined and more&lt;br /&gt;Encouraged it opened it petals&lt;br /&gt;And though it was frightened it let the world in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reminded it that the world can be cruel&lt;br /&gt;But promised to always be there&lt;br /&gt;Trusting Blossom let the sun in&lt;br /&gt;The bright and the warmth, the fire and burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the water you once lovingly gave&lt;br /&gt;ceased to a dribble&lt;br /&gt;And dark clouds replaced the sun&lt;br /&gt;You were gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the Gardner?&lt;br /&gt;Why has he left Blossom to die&lt;br /&gt;Where is the water, the attention and care&lt;br /&gt;Gone forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she waits for brief showers&lt;br /&gt;And lights that shine from afar&lt;br /&gt;She hopes a caretaker will return&lt;br /&gt;Prays that she hasn't been  debarred&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-2697669129015319896?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/2697669129015319896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/blossom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2697669129015319896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2697669129015319896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/blossom.html' title='Blossom'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-1334584075429418043</id><published>2011-07-19T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:28:14.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>I dream of you&lt;br /&gt; The sunshine, &lt;br /&gt;    and the pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each night &lt;br /&gt;  the dream is fresh &lt;br /&gt;     like the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQs7P2UzQy5ME6Wu6AkUmIg_qg_MCzQF1qjBp4hgy48Y-TSM5m3-A" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" width="225" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQs7P2UzQy5ME6Wu6AkUmIg_qg_MCzQF1qjBp4hgy48Y-TSM5m3-A" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-1334584075429418043?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/1334584075429418043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1334584075429418043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1334584075429418043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-5458848003050802285</id><published>2011-07-14T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:55:06.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone court anymore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.badonlinedates.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/shutterstock_13647001-480x446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="446" width="480" src="http://blog.badonlinedates.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/shutterstock_13647001-480x446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, and the closer to that sweet spot of child bearing, the more I wonder about how relationships, marriage, and courtship have changed over time. 50 years ago I would be married with 5 kids by now (that was actually my goal when I was very young). However now at 27, soon to 28, that prospect seems more difficult (and more costly, 5 kids to raise and put through college?!). My question is when did it change? When did the focus shift and how come the social consciousness of marriage and when one should be settled haven't changed with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean to say I hear many men and women talk about how they want to build their career, find themselves, achieve their goals before they settle into marriage. Yet this has not stopped them from engaging in married people acts (shaking up, having kids, buys assets together). This cart before horse (my opinion) way of thinking I feel has changed the importance of the union of marriage. Why buy the cow if the milk, and calves, and barn are free with a nominal fee (Sex is never free... and you dont always pay with money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this change due to an evolved view of sex? Do we have the birth control pill and Viagra to blame? Have we lost some of our social conscious? And if so why do women (mostly women) get so much flack for being 30 and single? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5458848003050802285?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5458848003050802285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/does-anyone-court-anymore.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5458848003050802285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5458848003050802285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/does-anyone-court-anymore.html' title='Does anyone court anymore?'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-8793683226925085909</id><published>2011-07-04T20:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T20:41:17.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JSzVkCx09BQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-8793683226925085909?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/8793683226925085909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-4th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8793683226925085909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8793683226925085909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-4th.html' title='July 4th'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JSzVkCx09BQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7434466377267824563</id><published>2011-07-04T09:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T00:04:09.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception</title><content type='html'>Perception is colored by expienece so I can understand why yours is always clouded. &lt;br /&gt;When you search for the negative you will always find it.&lt;br /&gt;If you look for flaws they will appear&lt;br /&gt;And if you close yourself from love the only alternative is loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People only see what they wanna see. If you search for a way out you will slowly convince yourself you have to leave... or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is what is, and what you chose to see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7434466377267824563?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7434466377267824563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/07/perception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7434466377267824563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7434466377267824563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7lF53qNP1rc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-4886389286862761743</id><published>2011-05-31T02:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T08:13:02.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 3.31</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8CNV2yqQVcc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-4886389286862761743?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/4886389286862761743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-331.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-lp3LIJWdwo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7340863285233557302?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7340863285233557302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7340863285233557302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7340863285233557302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-lp3LIJWdwo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-5879621852079777543</id><published>2011-04-06T09:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:51:28.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean what I say...</title><content type='html'>So if I said &lt;br /&gt;I cared&lt;br /&gt;loved&lt;br /&gt;liked &lt;br /&gt;enjoyed &lt;br /&gt;hoped&lt;br /&gt;wished&lt;br /&gt;respected&lt;br /&gt;admired etc... &lt;br /&gt;I did&lt;br /&gt;Just because you can't comprehend true feelings express without rules and justifications doesnt mean they don exisit. I wanted nothing more than the best for all those I let in my life. And contrary to what some believe I dont let everybody in. We were closer that you allowed yourself to believe&lt;br /&gt;you pushed me away. There is not a moment I dont think about you when I think about that part of my life. You took something from me, and that my dear will keep you and me connected forever. Its deeper and more real than you will admit, but if you want some one to blame I will sit in the fault chair. You are not being fair, but its your world, you will get your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing about it is... you still wont be happy&lt;br /&gt;But I pray that you find your peace.... and all those in your life find thier balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- to you with all my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5879621852079777543?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5879621852079777543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-i-said-i-cared-loved-liked-enjoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5879621852079777543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5879621852079777543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-i-said-i-cared-loved-liked-enjoyed.html' title='I mean what I say...'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-3483910915147347974</id><published>2011-04-06T02:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T02:12:05.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9JrgyRrgYrg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-3483910915147347974?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/3483910915147347974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-video-player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3483910915147347974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3483910915147347974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-video-player.html' title=''/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9JrgyRrgYrg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-6936583802212066702</id><published>2011-04-06T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T02:11:50.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel it</title><content type='html'>Just one word and I'm right back in Paris&lt;br /&gt;Memories die hard &lt;br /&gt;Just as hard as I remember it being&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the flesh can hold on to memories &lt;br /&gt;The softness of lips&lt;br /&gt;The tenderness of fingers&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of a body that finally makes a needed connection&lt;br /&gt;Are all like little memories all over me&lt;br /&gt;You left a trace&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who comes after will notice the change&lt;br /&gt;Those pieces of you that are left here&lt;br /&gt;A story written like braille on my skin&lt;br /&gt;Tiny moments of pleasure forever etched &lt;br /&gt;In my mind body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you starts the tingle&lt;br /&gt;The sensation that covers me&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of what I could not resist&lt;br /&gt;What I can still remember &lt;br /&gt;And what I will always crave&lt;br /&gt;Thats why even now &lt;br /&gt;I can feel it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-6936583802212066702?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/6936583802212066702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/04/feel-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6936583802212066702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6936583802212066702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/04/feel-it.html' title='Feel it'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-5873889713712848128</id><published>2011-04-06T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:40:09.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you mad?</title><content type='html'>Seriously why you mad?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you spend so much of your energy and time&lt;br /&gt;Trying to decipherer me and mine?&lt;br /&gt;Why do thoughts of me and my life&lt;br /&gt;Bother your existence so?&lt;br /&gt;Why you mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I embody everything you aren't?&lt;br /&gt;Because I live the life you will never have?&lt;br /&gt;Does it bother you that I take advantage of my freedom?&lt;br /&gt;That I have so much more to offer this world?&lt;br /&gt;Why you mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were a way for me to help you&lt;br /&gt;See past the jelly and get straight to your issues&lt;br /&gt;Cut through the pain and tissues&lt;br /&gt;And help you be the best you you can be&lt;br /&gt;Cause you could never be like the one you envy&lt;br /&gt;So why you mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell by the words you use to attack&lt;br /&gt;By your reaction to everything you think affects you&lt;br /&gt;You are mad over something you have no control over&lt;br /&gt;Upset that you and all you know &lt;br /&gt;Will never be all that you wish it could be&lt;br /&gt;You know why you mad?&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't be me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5873889713712848128?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5873889713712848128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-you-mad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5873889713712848128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5873889713712848128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-you-mad.html' title='Why you mad?'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-4201463486030882914</id><published>2011-03-25T07:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:45:04.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty</title><content type='html'>Stop feeding the cat!&lt;br /&gt;She has an addictive personality, &lt;br /&gt;I think I have mentioned it before.&lt;br /&gt;The curiosity for the new fosters an air of independence.&lt;br /&gt;She can't control the stimulation.&lt;br /&gt;Her system reacts and attracts&lt;br /&gt;Things that no other pussy can handle.&lt;br /&gt;She stands alert, open, waitng, wanting...&lt;br /&gt;Want turns to need and like most disgruntled cats&lt;br /&gt;She can be vicious when she is mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont patronize the kitten!&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling her she 'can't'.&lt;br /&gt;The more you resist, &lt;br /&gt;The stronger she will insist.&lt;br /&gt;She wants exactly what you forbid her to have.&lt;br /&gt;That independent spirt will always seek to revolt.&lt;br /&gt;Don't provoke her.&lt;br /&gt;Lay it out, make it available and watch her walk away.&lt;br /&gt;The more you hold back, the deeper she digs.&lt;br /&gt;Until of course she can tell if its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay close attention to Kitty&lt;br /&gt;She's got tricks in her crawls.&lt;br /&gt;That sweetness and gentle caress,&lt;br /&gt;Can turn quickly to a hiss and scratch.&lt;br /&gt;Remark the cat who hesitates towards you.&lt;br /&gt;She's watching every move and listens to every sound.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie to her.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her the truth no matter how harsh&lt;br /&gt;Her respect will earn you her love.&lt;br /&gt;And when Kitty Loves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-4201463486030882914?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/4201463486030882914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/03/addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/4201463486030882914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/4201463486030882914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/03/addiction.html' title='Kitty'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-3585590783204600151</id><published>2011-03-24T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:08:09.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied</title><content type='html'>I lied.&lt;br /&gt;I said that I had shed all the tears&lt;br /&gt;I claimed that the pain was nonexistent&lt;br /&gt;I told you that I was ok&lt;br /&gt;I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sadness grows like a cancer, &lt;br /&gt;spreading over the heart, &lt;br /&gt;a poison of the brain&lt;br /&gt;Filling me like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stop the flow &lt;br /&gt;Turn off the river&lt;br /&gt;Close the damn&lt;br /&gt;shut off the faucet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning in sadness&lt;br /&gt;seeking a way to be safe &lt;br /&gt;And my place of refuge &lt;br /&gt;has been taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied&lt;br /&gt;I said I could let it go&lt;br /&gt;I claimed I would move on changed and complete&lt;br /&gt;I told everyone it wouldnt break me&lt;br /&gt;I lied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-3585590783204600151?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/3585590783204600151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-lied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3585590783204600151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3585590783204600151'/><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8jc9U7LDd4U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-1692795557515535694</id><published>2011-03-06T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:36:16.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want</title><content type='html'>I want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel any guilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a need to be filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a there is nothing else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would pay any price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take on all enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have not one regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't control the feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why dont you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-1692795557515535694?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/1692795557515535694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1692795557515535694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1692795557515535694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want.html' title='I want'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7542844760254948700</id><published>2011-02-28T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:15:20.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of you last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curve of your lip when it's pressed against my nipple is hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentle tug on my labia as you pull out is unique to only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I don't want to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep you in my “inside part” forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fit so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hands on my hips opens the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips on my neck are the ignition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your leg spreads mines I know we are ready for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go deeper baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take what’s yours to claim and hold forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in this moment (as in most) it belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not remember a presence like yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That so eveloped my being I didn’t know where I ended and you began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where time started or stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I knew was we were together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7542844760254948700?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7542844760254948700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7542844760254948700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7542844760254948700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-8063204043841282636</id><published>2011-02-18T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:42:03.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CnD3zIUqtGI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-8063204043841282636?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/8063204043841282636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/02/youtube-video-player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8063204043841282636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8063204043841282636'/><link 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I was raised in the church and knew the Christian values by seeing them demonstrated in my home. I will never claim to  be a perfect Christian, and the Lord knows I do things that aren't a perfect reflection of Him. But I try to be everything I was raised to be. Now that is not to say that I dont think for myself. I took time when I came of age to really research my spirituality. When I was in college, coming into my own about who I was and what I believed, I looked at all my choices and really tried to make the decision on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arguement that religon is just a bandaid we have created to deal with the stress of life bothers me, but what bothers me more is when peple say that you can't believe in God and be an intellectual. But I stopped trying to argue that point. I know who I am and what I beleive and thats really all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My focus now is to try to be a reflection of all that has been instilled in me. And though I fall short sometimes and willingly sin at time at the end of the day the only one i'm trying to please is myself and my Lord. All else will pass away when this life is over. I just wanna leave a legacy and a positive one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you believe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-8123553917622110585?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/8123553917622110585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-you-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8123553917622110585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8123553917622110585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-you-believe.html' title='Do you believe?'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-1184436833919929696</id><published>2011-01-30T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:04:30.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>The salty wetness glides down my face&lt;br /&gt;one tear for each of these words&lt;br /&gt;They all take the same path&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;forming a well in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;unable to see clearly your face fills my minds eye&lt;br /&gt;more tears form and the first drops fall&lt;br /&gt;The drops feel warm, no hot&lt;br /&gt;And full of all my emotion&lt;br /&gt;Hugging the curve of my cheek&lt;br /&gt;As they continue&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;journey&lt;br /&gt;the curve that used to lift at the thought of a friend&lt;br /&gt;gliding down &amp;nbsp;to my lips&lt;br /&gt;So salty its almost startling,&lt;br /&gt;like the sting of the pain blow you dealt&lt;br /&gt;They well again just at the edge&lt;br /&gt;Of a mouth that used to sing your praises&lt;br /&gt;and humor your humility&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was humility&lt;br /&gt;Really just veiled honesty&lt;br /&gt;You said it plainly, and I only heard the lie&lt;br /&gt;The tear continues to my chin, hangs, and then leaps&lt;br /&gt;The journey is done, the tears are done&lt;br /&gt;It's over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-1184436833919929696?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/1184436833919929696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1184436833919929696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1184436833919929696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7948628567943940026</id><published>2011-01-30T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:44:05.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary</title><content type='html'>I lost my diary!&lt;br /&gt;All my secrets and dreams&lt;br /&gt;All my hopes and fears&lt;br /&gt;Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Things I had never shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All my deep considerations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All the pain I usually hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every&amp;nbsp;secret&amp;nbsp;wish, filled with promise and intrigue&lt;br /&gt;All my thoughts and ideas for the&amp;nbsp;future&lt;br /&gt;all my reflections on the past&lt;br /&gt;Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My source of comfort and understanding&lt;br /&gt;All the motivation and understanding&lt;br /&gt;All the&amp;nbsp;nonjudgmental&amp;nbsp;care&lt;br /&gt;Vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place I kept my hope and promise&lt;br /&gt;All the possibility or reaching known potential&lt;br /&gt;All the encouragement and stimulating kicks&lt;br /&gt;Obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took it with you when you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll use pen and paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7948628567943940026?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-6999879068876830775</id><published>2011-01-30T22:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:20:00.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>Here we are again&lt;br /&gt;In the same spot we &amp;nbsp;always find ourselves in&lt;br /&gt;Every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears have been shed&lt;br /&gt;The anger&amp;nbsp;suppressed&lt;br /&gt;The shame, regret, and sadness--&lt;br /&gt;All here as they always are&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome back", they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You haven't learned, but will you ever?"&lt;br /&gt;"You can't make everyone your forever"&lt;br /&gt;"You gave and it was all for naught"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you even know what you did wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;"You failed the lesson, you have yet to grow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here so many times&lt;br /&gt;There is my name, in my usual spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Here she is, the one who loves without a parachute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one who gives to those who don't deserve&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one who doesn't get back what she puts in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hopeful lover..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between love and pain&lt;br /&gt;Between hope and despair&lt;br /&gt;On the silver lining on a heavy rain cloud...&lt;br /&gt;Wishing, hoping, knowing there is something more&lt;br /&gt;...or at least that there should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again&lt;br /&gt;In the same spot we found ourselves in last time&lt;br /&gt;except this time.... without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-6999879068876830775?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/6999879068876830775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6999879068876830775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6999879068876830775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-3035688401942102244</id><published>2011-01-30T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:10:16.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Melony : 1.30 Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uO_Zccpd8U4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uO_Zccpd8U4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-1042108356921297973</id><published>2011-01-15T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:08:56.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Melony : 1.15 The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l39kfgEV1is" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-1042108356921297973?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/l39kfgEV1is/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-272668587858937474</id><published>2011-01-12T23:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:27:38.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I'm just too much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weight of my body is more than you can bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though the pieces individually might bring you joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All together it can be too much to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You might not be that bold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's when you give in&amp;nbsp; to the weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you say it's too heavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I'm just too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The heftiness of my questions&amp;nbsp;overpowers your brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the confusion and wonder of the purpose is all that remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or you might not want to deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or try to justify my feelings no matter how real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You call me silly and illogical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's when you dismiss my plea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you say it's too heavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I'm just too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The magnitude of my love is too much to take in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It covers you in more ways than you were prepared for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there is no way I could give you less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if&amp;nbsp;I had to&amp;nbsp;promise you I would never stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the fact that you could never match its essence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You would still wish me farewell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you'd say it's too heavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/TS6Tw82lXsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bPbGJCztCXQ/s1600/300653698_cd12a4b3e6.jpg" imageanchor="1" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/272668587858937474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/heavy.html' title='Heavy'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/TS6Tw82lXsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bPbGJCztCXQ/s72-c/300653698_cd12a4b3e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-2496179822721338584</id><published>2011-01-11T14:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T07:50:58.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>Its not until you have to account for something that you even think about its ramifications sometimes. I have always been one to say whats on my mind, but over the years I have learned a little tack. I will stress a little. I have learned that sometimes once I'm on a roll, or in a not so good place, I have the tendency to talk before I really think. And while I am always aware and purposeful of the words I say, I don't always (especially in a passing fancy) think about the effect of said words. This has been to my detriment at times. And to my benefit at others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take ownership for everything I do, even the bull. Cause I did it, I own it, and I cant blame others for it. It is part of the reason I dont judge people. I know I cannot throw any stones in this here glass house. That rule about treating others how you would want to be treated, I always remember that. I want people to hold me accountable for what I say I am, and what I say I will do. But to be judge and jury without all the facts or evidence? I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have never been good at is talking about people in such a way as to demean them, unless they had directly disrespected me. I might discredit actions (people who kill, rape, steal, etc generally arent looked on favorably, but there is a reason for everything and I'm interested in that reason), but people need to be given the change to prove themselves. Now if you prove you aint shit, well then hey, thats just that. We can keep it moving. But if you claim to be the king of awesome and you the prince of worthlessness, 'that no make it'. I will always call a spade a spade, I will try to not do so with malice or attitude, but I WILL make a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest pet peeve is rudeness, I dont see the reason for it. I dont understand why you being mean, cold, unkind or callous is of any benefit to you? Why be rude? If you have nothing nice to say, why say a word? I will never understand the motive behind mean spirited people. I can only continue to learn to ignore them, because I have learned in the past few years that the WHY isn't so important. It won't really benefit me because the reason people treat you how they do sometimes has little to do with you. I'm worried about the times when it does, when there is an aspect of my personality or demeanor that I need to change. I am open to that kind feedback, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you got some of that... sock it to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-2496179822721338584?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/2496179822721338584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2496179822721338584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2496179822721338584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-697013976503824542</id><published>2011-01-10T22:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:02:00.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not</title><content type='html'>Not a day goes by&lt;br /&gt;Not a sunrise&amp;nbsp;or sunset.&lt;br /&gt;Not a dream is dreamt&lt;br /&gt;Not by day or by night.&lt;br /&gt;Not a single smile,&lt;br /&gt;Not a giggle or laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Not a tear.&lt;br /&gt;Not a prayer prayed,&lt;br /&gt;Not a thought invoked,&lt;br /&gt;Not by my heart or mind.&lt;br /&gt;Not&amp;nbsp;a single word&lt;br /&gt;Not a text read&lt;br /&gt;Not a message listened to&lt;br /&gt;Not a thought or notion&lt;br /&gt;Not a single second&lt;br /&gt;Not a moment in my life&lt;br /&gt;Not filled with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~MissMelony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Can't nobody do me like Jesus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-697013976503824542?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/697013976503824542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/697013976503824542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/697013976503824542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/not.html' title='Not'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7404729813388199649</id><published>2011-01-10T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:27:21.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Mantra: Live. Love. Let the Rest GO!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;So here we are.. 2011. I still can hardly believe it sometimes. I swear as the years go by they go by faster and faster. I'm not about to make this that typical beginning of the year post about how I have new out look and this is going to be a year of change and yadda yadda yadda, if you been following me long enough you know I dont do that. It is my belief that if you plan to make a change you should start the process as soon as you decide a change needs to be made. And I did that, back in August. That was the beginning, and in November (my birthday month) I knew the time had come to take the change seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past three months there have been some serious changes in my life. Health wise I'm feeling the best I have in years and it just gets better wish each day. I started a new job that offers new challenges and new experiences. And I am finally back "home". With all that came some new things on the inside. I noticed patterns in my life that i knew i needed to change. People and places I had to let go of to truly grow. I let people get closer than I have ever let before and found some good friends and revealed some true enemies and all for the betterment of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three things that remained important as i wrapped up 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;I had my first (to my knowledge) real brush with serious health issues and hospitals. It was an experience I will never forget and It showed me alot about myself and those who I kept around me. You learn who you can and do trust when you deal with certain things. I learned that people cared for me, more than i gave them credit for and I learned that I was giving some people a more prominent place in my mind than they had in my heart. I remembered how much and why I love my father, and exactly what is is about the rest of my family that makes me uncomfy at times. And I learned most of all that I had to make choices for me, and not worry so much about reaction or how it affected others. When I did that I was the most happy i had been in a long time. I might have to pay for my happiness in other ways, but I enjoy it nonetheless. (you see, not everyone wants to see you happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;You know when you are truly happy? When you love yourself. And that was the first kind of love i focused on. I let my heart out there, i wear it on my sleeve, and you would think I would be used to the pain that might occur, but I'm always shocked at how careless and/or purposeful people are with other peoples feelings. But I learned one thing last year if I learned anything...&amp;nbsp; I am worth the effort it takes to love me. I know this because I take the effort to love myself. Despite my flaws and all the things I wish to improve, I would still be friends with Melony and thats a wonderful thing to be able to say. And I felts every type of love last year. I learned what true friendship is and what true love was not. I learned the difference between dependence and&amp;nbsp; the need to be needed. And the perils and pleasures of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let It Go:&lt;br /&gt;Its something I have been trying to teach myself for the past 5 years. And I have tried, o how i have tried! And finally last year I got it, or rather I got rid of it. I let go of so much, and it felt good! Now to make sure I dont go looking for it again. To stop hiding behind a need for closure and just let things be as they are, or rather how HE intends them to be. God does not want us to be unhappy, nor does he want us to be in pain, we bring so much of that on ourselves. Brooding, plotting, hating, being angry, sad, or evil get you nowhere real fast. Why waste your time thinking about things and people and places that bring you no joy, no pleasure, no positivity? Let it go! There is so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, what i learned last year. I have no resolutions, I have no real big goals, I started all that back in October. All i can say is that I will continue to be Melony to the best of my ability and really what more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7404729813388199649?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7404729813388199649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-mantra-live-love-let-rest-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7404729813388199649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7404729813388199649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-mantra-live-love-let-rest-go.html' title='2011 Mantra: Live. Love. Let the Rest GO!'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-2259057042134414492</id><published>2011-01-01T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:36:35.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well hello again</title><content type='html'>So it has been a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are back and we are ready to give this a serious go again. Writing is good for the soul. And this soul is ready for some serious release. Stay tuned, it might get interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-2259057042134414492?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/2259057042134414492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2259057042134414492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2259057042134414492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-hello-again.html' title='Well hello again'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-6909294700107908432</id><published>2010-10-24T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:07:25.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>It's been too long, I shouldn't have left you&lt;br /&gt;Without an&amp;nbsp;explanation&amp;nbsp;or refrain&lt;br /&gt;Something&amp;nbsp;to help you remember my name&lt;br /&gt;An impression of my self image&lt;br /&gt;That could capture the essence of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am is hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;but evident in every action I take&lt;br /&gt;You can see me in my words and motions&lt;br /&gt;My passion and fight&lt;br /&gt;But will you read the story right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no control over what you see&lt;br /&gt;The picture paints a thousand words that&amp;nbsp;represent&amp;nbsp;me&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to pick and chose&lt;br /&gt;And create a vision that fits your needs&lt;br /&gt;I am more then what you allow yourself to see&lt;br /&gt;But you have to be ready to see the real me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of sight out of mind&lt;br /&gt;Thats how some play&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;part&lt;br /&gt;But it&amp;nbsp;shouldn't&amp;nbsp;be that way&lt;br /&gt;when you've given someone your heart&lt;br /&gt;When You take the time to care&lt;br /&gt;Thats a presence that should always be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've revealed the essence of me&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you a picture and maybe some words&lt;br /&gt;To remember my presence and the moments we shared&lt;br /&gt;And I'll leave the future of us in your care&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't see me gain, I hope you remember this&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am, and even without you I still&amp;nbsp;exist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-6909294700107908432?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/6909294700107908432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6909294700107908432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6909294700107908432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-3099603061400679635</id><published>2010-09-04T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:47:38.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/missmelony/2010/09/04/the-beginning"&gt;The Beginning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did a little radio show, I think I'm gonna like doing radio again. Different from my vlogs, I'm hoping for some interaction. Look out for links to my next show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-3099603061400679635?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogtalkradio.com/missmelony/2010/09/04/the-beginning' title='The Beginning'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/3099603061400679635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/09/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3099603061400679635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3099603061400679635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/09/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7092662277384618185</id><published>2010-09-02T22:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:15:45.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crush</title><content type='html'>Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open and waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion so palpable it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting so much to be near you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your touch to ignite this flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercing me in more then one way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go deeper baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ready and willing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So intense and sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to fight it and yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not prepared to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared to take a leap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into things bigger than myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passion I know I can't control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is this connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have always longed for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for her honey bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fill and make her whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make and fill her holes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating in her a passion so all encompassing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So open and wishful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needy and craving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ready to take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ready to let you win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I lack full understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what it all could mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ready to give up the independence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self reliance that I’ve grown accustom to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And give it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I have to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a small caterpillar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naïve and scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not prepared for what might be asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that might be too big a task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets fly baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earnest and careful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So steadfast and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clever and creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no perfect in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flawed and slightly soiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realistic to the demands of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometime not ready to submit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet for you we could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you anything is possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like anew blade of grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying to grow strong and tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And admired by all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling I get inside when I meet someone I feel a connection with, a flicker, a whisper in the heart? I cant put my finger on it. Could you be the one? The one I have dreamed about? Can you feel the heat of my want? Do you even know how much I want you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never know the answer to these questions, because I am always too scared to confront them, him, her? Whoever my crush is (If s/he is even aware), all I would want them to know is just how ready I am... just one word and the future would be planned. And it will be glorious and fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we will see what happens. It only takes one word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7092662277384618185?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7092662277384618185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/09/crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7092662277384618185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7092662277384618185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/09/crush.html' title='The Crush'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-1765406216514680585</id><published>2010-09-01T22:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:06:02.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Friend</title><content type='html'>When I was young child&lt;br /&gt;I played many games&lt;br /&gt;I made up whole worlds&lt;br /&gt;And I ruled them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew into childhood&lt;br /&gt;I tried to share my world&lt;br /&gt;I learned I was different&lt;br /&gt;I kept my world to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a youth&lt;br /&gt;I took a stance&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna be me&lt;br /&gt;Even if it was alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a young adult&lt;br /&gt;I realized the loneliness of independance&lt;br /&gt;I longed to be a part of a group&lt;br /&gt;I decided to join them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in college&lt;br /&gt;I opened my heart and mind to everything around me&lt;br /&gt;I learned more about myself by learning about others&lt;br /&gt;I shared my world and found a few willing travelers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am an adult&lt;br /&gt;I remain open and ready to learn&lt;br /&gt;I share with those who care to know&lt;br /&gt;But I still walk this world alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My best friend has always been my imagination, those thoughts I don't share, those experiences that only I understand my feelings on. I never trust anyone to completely understand&amp;nbsp; how this mind works, cause I only just get it sometimes. But to those who have cared to learn, and loved me as a friend anyway. I thank you. Its been a process to let people share my world. And I hope you enjoy/ed the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-1765406216514680585?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/1765406216514680585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1765406216514680585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1765406216514680585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-friend.html' title='The Best Friend'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-2893233983962449304</id><published>2010-09-01T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T15:32:23.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty Days hath Septemper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So there has been a blog thing going around. 30 letters. I have decided to do 30 poems instead related to the theme of the day. As always feedback is encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is one of my fav months, (November is my absolute fave cause its the best :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be an interesting month, we are looking for a break through or a revaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;30 days has September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;( Each day will be one to treasure)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;April, June and November &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;( A classic moment in time and measure)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All the rest have 31 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;( I will remember each for it pleasure)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February has 28 alone &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;( Taking care not to offer censure)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But in every Leap year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;( Enjoying it all at my leisure)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That come once in four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;( Letting go of all pressure)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February has just 1 day MORE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;( Of this I will insure)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-2893233983962449304?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/2893233983962449304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/09/thirty-days-hath-septemper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2893233983962449304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2893233983962449304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/09/thirty-days-hath-septemper.html' title='Thirty Days hath Septemper'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-4271691246825966633</id><published>2010-08-30T17:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:11:42.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Where are the words for this emotion? &lt;br /&gt;the song and rhyme for all these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;What can capture all that I feel?&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put into words what I need to say to you&lt;br /&gt;The words swirl in my mind but refuse to make sense&lt;br /&gt;I need&amp;nbsp; new words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You binded my mind with words that soothe&lt;br /&gt;Captured my heart with a seemingly open spirit&lt;br /&gt;Delighted my body with you masterful handy work&lt;br /&gt;and yet my soul was not convinced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now each stroke of this pen is piercing a line&lt;br /&gt;scratched on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Each cut deeper than the last&lt;br /&gt;We have written these words before&lt;br /&gt;We know this pain all too well&lt;br /&gt;And the soul refuses to forgive what the heart has done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt so much to love,&lt;br /&gt;just to want to love&lt;br /&gt;to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't and the soul knows this&lt;br /&gt;but the heart is a fool&lt;br /&gt;and the mind can be clouded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why we can't find the words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(you did it to me again, and I let you, and there is nothing to be done but live an learn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-4271691246825966633?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/4271691246825966633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/08/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/4271691246825966633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/4271691246825966633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/08/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-8354038651109513953</id><published>2010-08-30T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:37:20.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Muse</title><content type='html'>Maybe my issue is that my muse is female... we all know how fickle those creatures can be. She's sensitive and coy, meek and unintrusive, yet she has a way of letting you know she's there. I feel bad when I can't use her gifts, but she makes no effort to help me recover. She just sits and waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my muse were a male, he would be much more commanding. I am a natural submissive. I like direction, order, encouragement. (Please do not confuse submissiveness with weakness, they are not the same). I just like to be told what to do , assuming its what I wanted to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-8354038651109513953?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/8354038651109513953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-muse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8354038651109513953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8354038651109513953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-muse.html' title='My Muse'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-2617185917815159933</id><published>2010-08-30T17:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:14:04.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>It's not your fault&lt;br /&gt;The blame is mine&lt;br /&gt;I didn't speak up when the time was right&lt;br /&gt;And you never knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll apologize for my disappointment&lt;br /&gt;For all the tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell you&lt;br /&gt;everything I that tormented the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't place the blame&lt;br /&gt;I did the wrong&lt;br /&gt;I held my tongue and let you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And now what's done is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-2617185917815159933?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/2617185917815159933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/08/29-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2617185917815159933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2617185917815159933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/08/29-im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-6171737570112713624</id><published>2010-08-02T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:57:51.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aug 01 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wt9efoPeXaQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wt9efoPeXaQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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2010'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-1367715812926447780</id><published>2010-07-23T08:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:15:29.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Die on the Vine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave up on writing, because I lost my muse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had sent her away because she was singing the blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't want to feel the things she cared to expressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one wants to focus on the stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't let her complete her mission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To end the cycle of contrition &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To pay last dues so the chapter could end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a fool I held out, refused to bend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I played the victim because it gave me something to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something to say, some way to relate to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I lost who I was, the true essence of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And until I let her purge I can't be all I'm meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p44SS6EQ1iw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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And so if you have been following, I apologize for my absence. You all keep me honest and I didn't do what I said I would. I'll get it back in July I'm sure, but now I feel more like singing than writing. The emotions are just so strong...anyway I did a little video and I would love your thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;object&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvaJAUkuy40&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvaJAUkuy40&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-612225347812858660?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7542202654553258478</id><published>2010-05-16T00:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:49:27.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 15th 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjxZjuFOMoY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjxZjuFOMoY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7542202654553258478?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7542202654553258478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-15th-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7542202654553258478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7542202654553258478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-15th-2010.html' title='May 15th 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-3766934283696590137?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/3766934283696590137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-01-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3766934283696590137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3766934283696590137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Actions</title><content type='html'>Actions speak louder than words&lt;br /&gt;They expound and elaborate your feelings&lt;br /&gt;We as human only do what we want to (or feel we need to)&lt;br /&gt;Words are just words&lt;br /&gt;The only power they have is the power we give them&lt;br /&gt;How easy it is to be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Especially if that is the intention of the receiver of your prose&lt;br /&gt;You can chose to let words hurt you&lt;br /&gt;You can let them rack your brain&lt;br /&gt;You can give them reign over how you do your thang&lt;br /&gt;But it's more about intention&lt;br /&gt;How the speaker acts&lt;br /&gt;How they make their feelings known&lt;br /&gt;That's what really causes your reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the when and where and how and why of the words&lt;br /&gt;More than what is said&lt;br /&gt;Words with opposite actions are lies&lt;br /&gt;Actions with no words can speak for themselves&lt;br /&gt;Not all can agree&lt;br /&gt;Because we all see thru our own glass&lt;br /&gt;But if you took the time to see between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Its the actions that you have to notice&lt;br /&gt;That stick with you longer&lt;br /&gt;And notice the words that we remember&lt;br /&gt;Are words that recall a feeling, a moment, a space in time&lt;br /&gt;We react to words because we base them on things that have been done&lt;br /&gt;Not said&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5884914809323365482?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5884914809323365482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/23-actions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5884914809323365482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5884914809323365482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/23-actions.html' title='23. Actions'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7196061284206982322</id><published>2010-04-21T15:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:08:11.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>21. I Want You</title><content type='html'>I want you&lt;br /&gt;All of you&lt;br /&gt;That essence that makes up your presence&lt;br /&gt;That aura and spirit that make up your being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts feelings emotions and truths&lt;br /&gt;Much deeper than the surface you offer to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;Notice I don't talk of all you can do&lt;br /&gt;Not just your skills and talents&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;I want that core&lt;br /&gt;The primal elements of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more than the sum of your parts&lt;br /&gt;Your whole entity is what I want to behold&lt;br /&gt;Give me it all&lt;br /&gt;No matter the blemishes&lt;br /&gt;Or spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;Positives and negative&lt;br /&gt;You are what I crave&lt;br /&gt;You from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;Body and Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This is what he says to me, and this is why I'll love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7196061284206982322?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7196061284206982322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/21-all-or-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7196061284206982322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7196061284206982322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/21-all-or-nothing.html' title='21. I Want You'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-2230458296923859887</id><published>2010-04-20T07:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:01:39.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20. Vanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S9SRb82VnpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CRdF8YoqhtI/s1600/vain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S9SRb82VnpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CRdF8YoqhtI/s320/vain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is not about you&lt;br /&gt;I only say it because its true&lt;br /&gt;Even this ryhme whose words may seem pointed&lt;br /&gt;Isn't composed with you as its focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my words seem to fit it's only because&lt;br /&gt;You carry a familiar spirit&lt;br /&gt;Something akin to that which I've uncovered&lt;br /&gt;And it's attracted to my truth filled words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get offended if my words seem to bite&lt;br /&gt;The arrow is not aimed at you&lt;br /&gt;If you got caught in the crossfire&lt;br /&gt;It just means you might be standing too close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am holding up a mirror&lt;br /&gt;Somestimes its a magnifying glass&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get a deeper look&lt;br /&gt;To gain clarity, understanding, the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my words seem to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Point you out or even cut&lt;br /&gt;It is merely by coincidence&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still glad you felt the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse is not about you&lt;br /&gt;It has nothing to do with him&lt;br /&gt;She will never read it&lt;br /&gt;And noone else really cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so vain&lt;br /&gt;You have to cause something to have an effect&lt;br /&gt;If you feel called out&lt;br /&gt;It just might be time to do a self check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I have a mirror I use it daily, I am willing to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-2230458296923859887?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/2230458296923859887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/20-vanity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2230458296923859887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2230458296923859887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/20-vanity.html' title='20. Vanity'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S9SRb82VnpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CRdF8YoqhtI/s72-c/vain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-3433965891004921186</id><published>2010-04-19T13:19:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T07:34:33.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>19. No need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S82Qi6qtpvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cxBDCCeT1gw/s1600/trust.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S82Qi6qtpvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cxBDCCeT1gw/s320/trust.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to wish yourself into my dreams&lt;br /&gt;For without you they don’t exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to wish the best for me&lt;br /&gt;For your love gets me through all things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to ask for my opinion&lt;br /&gt;For I want only for you to be pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to search for my attraction&lt;br /&gt;For your my beauty from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to try and catch me&lt;br /&gt;For I was born for you to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to wish me happiness&lt;br /&gt;For I’m filled with your passion and want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for you to teach me&lt;br /&gt;For your love is what I learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;For I’m always here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do need for you to love me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For it maybe all I'll know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All you need is just to &lt;i&gt;trust&lt;/i&gt; me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And keep my dreams of love alive... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What is REAL Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" height="70" id="lalaSongEmbed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684655012610150&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684655012610150&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684655012610150" target="_blank" title="Real Love - Kirk Franklin"&gt;Real Love - Kirk Franklin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-3433965891004921186?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/3433965891004921186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/19-no-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3433965891004921186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3433965891004921186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/19-no-need.html' title='19. No need'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S82Qi6qtpvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cxBDCCeT1gw/s72-c/trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-3574641322154874629</id><published>2010-04-18T01:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:38:56.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18. Perfect</title><content type='html'>Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world we would be in love&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world he would need me&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world I would be all that he wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this world is not perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world he isn’t so calm &lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world I am never too shy&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world we are passion: it is our life force &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this world is not perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world I trust him completely&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world we grow together&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world he completes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this world is not perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world, I would know his every thought&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world, I am his true love&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world, I was his everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this world is not perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world, he would be mine&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world, he is all I ever hoped for&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world, he was happy to have found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this world is not perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world we would be meant to be&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world we are the envy of all who love&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world we were soul mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this world is not perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world,&lt;br /&gt;the only perfection I can hope for &lt;br /&gt;is that I can be,&lt;br /&gt;all that I was made to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S8v0MfetN7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/mx0r3qRV5gQ/s1600/1128171-1-imperfect.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S8v0MfetN7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/mx0r3qRV5gQ/s320/1128171-1-imperfect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=2306124527321620330&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=2306124527321620330&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/2306124527321620330" title="Perfection - Sheila Nicholls" target="_blank"&gt;Perfection - Sheila Nicholls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She looked for perfection in an imperfect world,&lt;br /&gt;Cause she needed perfection where his hatred was curled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came to the table to play a new game&lt;br /&gt;But she is still holding the same cards&lt;br /&gt;But she won't feel your shame ... --Shelia Nicholls&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-3574641322154874629?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/3574641322154874629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/18-perfect.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3574641322154874629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3574641322154874629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/18-perfect.html' title='18. Perfect'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S8v0MfetN7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/mx0r3qRV5gQ/s72-c/1128171-1-imperfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-5851106681322661093</id><published>2010-04-17T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T08:08:59.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>17. What do you see</title><content type='html'>What do you see, when you look at me&lt;br /&gt;When you take me in, am I foe or kin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more then what I let you see&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to see the real me&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know what’s inside my heart?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll break it down so you can take it apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm pure and deep and I love to please&lt;br /&gt;And not just when I’m on my knees&lt;br /&gt;I have a heart made only to love&lt;br /&gt;Bless by my Father above&lt;br /&gt;I love deep and I love hard and I love long&lt;br /&gt;And I have a way of being strong&lt;br /&gt;Strong enough to take your shit&lt;br /&gt;And stand by to take another hit&lt;br /&gt;Love fills me with a passion for life&lt;br /&gt;Even though this world has caused me plenty of strife&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on all of my ways&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I took the time to say&lt;br /&gt;I have not one regret&lt;br /&gt;That took you by surprise I bet&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you things that you could never guess&lt;br /&gt;I know me at my best&lt;br /&gt;I am more then what I let you see&lt;br /&gt;When you are ready, come see ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Melony Original&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5851106681322661093?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5851106681322661093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/16-what-do-you-see.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5851106681322661093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5851106681322661093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/16-what-do-you-see.html' title='17. What do you see'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-3859428632609345960</id><published>2010-04-15T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T08:09:29.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>16. Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" height="70" id="lalaSongEmbed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569496708899488&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569496708899488&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569496708899488" target="_blank" title="Little Lies (Album Version) - Fleetwood Mac"&gt;Little Lies (Album Version) - ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Make me believe every word you say&lt;br /&gt;Say the words you know I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Turn the phrase to make me yearn to listen to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bend the truth&lt;br /&gt;Make it sound like the sweetest song&lt;br /&gt;That perfect melody I crave inside me&lt;br /&gt;Just enough to keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide the falshood&lt;br /&gt;Wrap it in a pretty box with a bow&lt;br /&gt;Capture my imagination with you silky phrases&lt;br /&gt;Use your words to trick my soul, make me feel whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obscure the integity&lt;br /&gt;Make the words seem real and full&lt;br /&gt;Trick my mind into believeing every aspect of your game&lt;br /&gt;Fabricate my world, paint a pretty picture, just how I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create an illusion&lt;br /&gt;Deflect from reality&lt;br /&gt;Misrepresent the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me... because I will never believe you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S8gLOJYj5PI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JJyyUq3IxMI/s1600/Liar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S8gLOJYj5PI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JJyyUq3IxMI/s320/Liar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-3859428632609345960?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/3859428632609345960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-lies-album-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3859428632609345960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3859428632609345960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-lies-album-version.html' title='16. Lies'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S8gLOJYj5PI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JJyyUq3IxMI/s72-c/Liar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-8069134112547595983</id><published>2010-04-15T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T08:08:10.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April 15 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZoDgU4FHlI4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZoDgU4FHlI4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-8069134112547595983?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/8069134112547595983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-15-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8069134112547595983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8069134112547595983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-15-2010.html' title='April 15 2010'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-3266395489126298706</id><published>2010-04-14T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:23:59.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>14. The Other</title><content type='html'>I can be your angel in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your devil at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to fulfill your needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demand that you meet my objectives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be that girl you hold for comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be more than just a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be the enemy with in reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tame the beast within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or cox him out of the cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be a trusted alli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strongest opposition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your favorite secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am you best girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be anything you need me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (don't) want to be your other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_cAkhphLueQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_cAkhphLueQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-3266395489126298706?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/3266395489126298706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/14-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3266395489126298706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3266395489126298706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/14-other.html' title='14. The Other'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-5934035677663921698</id><published>2010-04-12T01:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:25:58.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12. Two Sides</title><content type='html'>There are &lt;a href="http://img.allposters.com/6/LRG/30/3068/MTYDF00Z.jpg"&gt; two sides&lt;/a&gt; to every story&lt;br /&gt;Two stories to every history&lt;br /&gt;and histories of every event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet not everything is &lt;br /&gt;Black and White&lt;br /&gt;some things overlap &lt;br /&gt;and this is where &lt;br /&gt;all good stories begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see things in your light&lt;br /&gt;I see them in mine&lt;br /&gt;If we don't share the light bulb&lt;br /&gt;How do we know which light is fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S8Yv-ksVAHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jnq5wt1Gvko/s1600/img196819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S8Yv-ksVAHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jnq5wt1Gvko/s320/img196819.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5934035677663921698?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5934035677663921698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/12-two-sides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5934035677663921698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5934035677663921698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/12-two-sides.html' title='12. Two Sides'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S8Yv-ksVAHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jnq5wt1Gvko/s72-c/img196819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-824489945963218630</id><published>2010-04-11T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:55:01.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11. Me not You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" height="70" id="lalaSongEmbed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684693668110166&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684693668110166&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684693668110166" target="_blank" title="The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill - Lauryn Hill"&gt;The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hil...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only be me&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take&lt;br /&gt;Is another foot closer to my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be you&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't created to be your clone&lt;br /&gt;Your focus is&lt;br /&gt;Beyond my control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can share our time&lt;br /&gt;While we walk side by side&lt;br /&gt;But I can only be as I was created&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-824489945963218630?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/824489945963218630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/miseducation-of-lauryn-hil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/824489945963218630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/824489945963218630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/miseducation-of-lauryn-hil.html' title='11. Me not You'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7810066490888403826</id><published>2010-04-10T01:10:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:43:12.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10. Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S8YdTPDBi7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oPEjPeF_awM/s1600/you-are-not-alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S8YdTPDBi7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oPEjPeF_awM/s320/you-are-not-alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only hurts more when you try to hold it all in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's those things you wish to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I need to know the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can shelter you from fakeness and lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me to love you and treat you kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hurt you, as your pain only hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hope to make your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s too short to dream of things that might come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take what is here and see where it take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7810066490888403826?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7810066490888403826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7810066490888403826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7810066490888403826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-here.html' title='10. Here'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S8YdTPDBi7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oPEjPeF_awM/s72-c/you-are-not-alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-4374136718273708328</id><published>2010-04-09T13:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:16:30.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9. Where is  hurts</title><content type='html'>The trouble with letting people close&lt;br /&gt;Is the opportunity you give them to use a shorter knife&lt;br /&gt;Trusting people with your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Leaves you open for attack&lt;br /&gt;I have no secrets, my thoughts read plainly on my face&lt;br /&gt;If you take the time to read me, you have all you need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every relationship is a demonstration of trust&lt;br /&gt;If you let people turn your pages&lt;br /&gt;You leave your pages to the risk of getting ripped&lt;br /&gt;No control over how the words will be received, perceived or understood&lt;br /&gt;Despite how they are intended&lt;br /&gt;You are left in the hands of Fate and circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends know your true weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;And you trust them to not abuse&lt;br /&gt;Your kryptonite, your Achilles heel &lt;br /&gt;They can use it against you at any time,&lt;br /&gt;The minute the friendship ends,&lt;br /&gt;If it was there at all&lt;br /&gt;And hit you were it really hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-4374136718273708328?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/4374136718273708328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/9-where-is-hurts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/4374136718273708328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/4374136718273708328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/9-where-is-hurts.html' title='9. Where is  hurts'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7009661391542301077</id><published>2010-04-08T01:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T02:19:09.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8. Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S77Ger7x5FI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mk8sFS7ohmg/s1600/NWA1734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S77Ger7x5FI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mk8sFS7ohmg/s320/NWA1734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do we play this game&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious to me you will never change&lt;br /&gt;Each time you start a new slate&lt;br /&gt;We can't reset to zero&lt;br /&gt;because your already out of the gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mixed up the metaphors&lt;br /&gt;Like you mix up my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your aspirations are lofty&lt;br /&gt;But you refuse to see it through&lt;br /&gt;So much potential to be all that we dreamed&lt;br /&gt;but you are clouded by what is easily attained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in the mirror and see your soul&lt;br /&gt;Every part of you screams to be free&lt;br /&gt;From the sentence you committed to yourself&lt;br /&gt;One that you just refuse to break from&lt;br /&gt;It's like you want to be a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;and a victim of the devil's pull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you continue to cut&lt;br /&gt;Deeper and deeper each time&lt;br /&gt;As if you thrive on the pain of standing alone&lt;br /&gt;Don't complain about what you won't fix&lt;br /&gt;The hypocrisy is killing what's true&lt;br /&gt;When will you learn that just being is&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7009661391542301077?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7009661391542301077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/8-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7009661391542301077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7009661391542301077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/8-enough.html' title='8. Enough'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S77Ger7x5FI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mk8sFS7ohmg/s72-c/NWA1734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-6319993756353840006</id><published>2010-04-07T01:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T03:24:04.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7. Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S72Eg6DmVsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7iDKRyb3Iek/s1600/Question_Heart_Draw_by_shining_mind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S72Eg6DmVsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7iDKRyb3Iek/s320/Question_Heart_Draw_by_shining_mind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you turn to when you are at the limit?&lt;br /&gt;do you just end it all?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when there is no more you can say?&lt;br /&gt;do you sit in silence and suffer?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when nowhere feels peaceful?&lt;br /&gt;do you stay in your mind's dungeon?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel the need to be?&lt;br /&gt;do you get a prize at the end?&lt;br /&gt;When will it come to pass?&lt;br /&gt;do you get a warning?&lt;br /&gt;How do you continue the race?&lt;br /&gt;do you do it because you have no choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;These are the questions... Life is the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-6319993756353840006?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/6319993756353840006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/7-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6319993756353840006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6319993756353840006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/7-question.html' title='7. Question'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S72Eg6DmVsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7iDKRyb3Iek/s72-c/Question_Heart_Draw_by_shining_mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-5226463880812147387</id><published>2010-04-06T01:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T02:56:50.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6. Senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smell, whiff, sniff, inhale, breathe it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taste, savor, relish, swallow, feel in your mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch , feel, caress, brush, take in your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hear, listen, hark, heed, open your ears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see, glimpse, look, observe, eyes wide open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love me with all your senses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S719z14hK-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/lRAf8MWGOG0/s1600/firehearthzzczcxzcedited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S719z14hK-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/lRAf8MWGOG0/s320/firehearthzzczcxzcedited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Love is my sixth sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5226463880812147387?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5226463880812147387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/6-senses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5226463880812147387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5226463880812147387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/6-senses.html' title='6. Senses'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S719z14hK-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/lRAf8MWGOG0/s72-c/firehearthzzczcxzcedited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-1909121549592373669</id><published>2010-04-05T01:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T02:24:19.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5. Til Death do us part</title><content type='html'>I really didn't mean to&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I thought you could handle&lt;br /&gt;You said you were ready&lt;br /&gt;But I should have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all I had&lt;br /&gt;You tried to keep up&lt;br /&gt;I didnt fit the box&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't tame the cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five last words to say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you few could&lt;br /&gt;You promised that you would&lt;br /&gt;Your overconfidence is your flaw&lt;br /&gt;But ultimately it's on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words left&lt;br /&gt;No bells to be rung&lt;br /&gt;The game is now done&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...five last words to say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both played our part&lt;br /&gt;Now the show is&amp;nbsp; over&lt;br /&gt;The scene has ended now&lt;br /&gt;The curtains have been closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death comes in all forms&lt;br /&gt;We all deal with it&lt;br /&gt;In our own unique way&lt;br /&gt;In death do us part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...five last words to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-1909121549592373669?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/1909121549592373669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-til-death-do-us-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1909121549592373669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1909121549592373669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-til-death-do-us-part.html' title='5. Til Death do us part'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-8733744774605900360</id><published>2010-04-04T17:00:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:38:18.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4. Four Letter Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;SADNESS&lt;/b&gt; is a feeling that is better to be kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;GRIEF&lt;/b&gt; is always shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/b&gt; is best when its spread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;ANGER&lt;/b&gt; is given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;FEAR&lt;/b&gt; is lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;... and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S7mCc0sZXqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/REioyxtwoTo/s1600/2799019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S7mCc0sZXqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/REioyxtwoTo/s320/2799019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" height="70" id="lalaSongEmbed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684667893658948&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684667893658948&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684667893658948" target="_blank" title="Gloomy Sunday - Billie Holiday"&gt;Gloomy Sunday - Billie Holiday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-8733744774605900360?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/8733744774605900360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/4-four-letter-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8733744774605900360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8733744774605900360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/4-four-letter-word.html' title='4. Four Letter Word'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S7mCc0sZXqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/REioyxtwoTo/s72-c/2799019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-1019567694292983284</id><published>2010-04-03T04:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:08:52.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3. You and me and my "baby" makes three</title><content type='html'>Cold yet inviting you call me to you&lt;br /&gt;And I am always ready to open wide&lt;br /&gt;Smooth and soothing you fill me up&lt;br /&gt;And I need you more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are gone I feel a loss&lt;br /&gt;And long for our next encounter&lt;br /&gt;You satisfy me in a different way&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But you could never take his place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to watch me play with you&lt;br /&gt;Those noises I make while we play&lt;br /&gt;The way I let you please me&lt;br /&gt;I lose total control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you feel inside me&lt;br /&gt;The way you fulfill my need&lt;br /&gt;You will always be my special love&lt;br /&gt;And he understands our bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't touch me like he does&lt;br /&gt;You can't show the same care&lt;br /&gt;He fills me in a special way&lt;br /&gt;So you could never take his place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can continue our fun&lt;br /&gt;He would love to join in&lt;br /&gt;You, me, and him can share love together&lt;br /&gt;My baby, my love and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S7mACsb9HXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P1fds3h3Cuc/s1600/9F4679BB98E071ACE4225B48B2CF64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S7mACsb9HXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P1fds3h3Cuc/s320/9F4679BB98E071ACE4225B48B2CF64.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-1019567694292983284?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/1019567694292983284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-you-and-me-and-my-baby-makes-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1019567694292983284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1019567694292983284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-you-and-me-and-my-baby-makes-three.html' title='3. You and me and my &quot;baby&quot; makes three'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S7mACsb9HXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P1fds3h3Cuc/s72-c/9F4679BB98E071ACE4225B48B2CF64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-6912502283476547676</id><published>2010-04-03T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:28:22.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2. Dueces Are Wild</title><content type='html'>A Pair&lt;br /&gt;Two of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Peas in a pod&lt;br /&gt;Birds of&amp;nbsp; feather&lt;br /&gt;Like minds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring it out of me&lt;br /&gt;Just your presence opens the box&lt;br /&gt;and Pandora is always ready to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power Couple&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Duo&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly Matched&lt;br /&gt;Like Mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We create a force when placed togheter&lt;br /&gt;And the world can just barely withstand&lt;br /&gt;The passion would break&amp;nbsp; weaker sensibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins&lt;br /&gt;Double the trouble&lt;br /&gt;One plus one&lt;br /&gt;Dueces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your increase&lt;br /&gt;Strengthening the power you carry&lt;br /&gt;A united front we can conquer all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;Two sides to every story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;Two stories for every history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;Two histories for every&amp;nbsp; event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;Who do you stand with? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-6912502283476547676?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/6912502283476547676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-dueces-are-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6912502283476547676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6912502283476547676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-dueces-are-wild.html' title='2. Dueces Are Wild'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7065352883415098669</id><published>2010-04-01T01:34:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T04:38:53.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1. The Ace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S7Wl90Vb2iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NC5Z8r0IqQM/s1600/ace-card-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S7Wl90Vb2iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NC5Z8r0IqQM/s320/ace-card-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alone but not lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singular but still whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Independent but always caring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Individual&amp;nbsp; but open minded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Self Sufficient but providing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Detached but yet still there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Separate but always equal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo but united for the cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solitary but focused on the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It starts with one... it builds... where will the journey lead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SjJwqDa1QVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SjJwqDa1QVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I will write a poem for every day of National Poetry Month, think of that as my extending writing exercise for the month)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7065352883415098669?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7065352883415098669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-ace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7065352883415098669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7065352883415098669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-ace.html' title='1. The Ace'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaRTjvcWPc/S7Wl90Vb2iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NC5Z8r0IqQM/s72-c/ace-card-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-3071460016865095136</id><published>2010-04-01T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T04:50:29.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April 01 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_RzEqShF5I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_RzEqShF5I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-3071460016865095136?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/3071460016865095136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-01-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3071460016865095136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3071460016865095136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-01-2010.html' title='April 01 2010'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-791007761937555894</id><published>2010-03-30T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:26:22.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delete</title><content type='html'>I thought you were the best thing to happen to me,&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It was the worst mistake I have ever made with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand that my tears were never for you,&lt;br /&gt;My anger is not toward you (nor the next one),&lt;br /&gt;And you have been erased from record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this now&lt;br /&gt;Because I have to let you know&lt;br /&gt;To complete the deletion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And document the moment I closed the door on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I would never do anything physical, its enough to just know. Deleted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" height="70" id="lalaSongEmbed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569492415675936&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569492415675936&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569492415675936" target="_blank" title="Delete You - Ashley Tisdale"&gt;Delete You - Ashley Tisdale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-791007761937555894?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/791007761937555894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/delete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/791007761937555894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/791007761937555894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/delete.html' title='Delete'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-5456610280598951149</id><published>2010-03-28T23:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:26:29.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UEorm0IAXM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UEorm0IAXM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(This song expresses the tone of this poem... I had almost forgotten about this group)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;OBLIVIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you oblivious, stupid or sly?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever take a moment to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;The actions you take seem to burn you&lt;br /&gt;And every mishap that seems to relate to&lt;br /&gt;Some point of fiction or opinioned fact&lt;br /&gt;Always turns into a mental attack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sly, stupid or oblivious?&lt;br /&gt;When your actions are so conspicuous&lt;br /&gt;How can one not know the true motive&lt;br /&gt;With reactions that seem so furtive&lt;br /&gt;This game you play so smoothly&lt;br /&gt;May end like a lifetime movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stupid, oblivious or sly?&lt;br /&gt;Is that a twinkle in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;There to illistrate your pure ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Can you honestly believe it was pure happenstance&lt;br /&gt;That lead to what could be considered a master plot&lt;br /&gt;To gain something you have always sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Are you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oblivious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Or Sly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5456610280598951149?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5456610280598951149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/coy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5456610280598951149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5456610280598951149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/coy.html' title='Coy'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-8303760937215055040</id><published>2010-03-25T06:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:33:01.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's you Flavor, tell me whats your flavor</title><content type='html'>What flavor cupcakes do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some people love those red velvet ones, so rich and thick, that bold color, the sweet, the cupcake seems to scream "I dare you to not like me".... and for that reason I'm not the hugest fan. It boastful, full of itself, its got a big ego, and maybe it's well deserved. But if you build the expectations too high, when they aren't meet it is a harder fall. If you constantly have to tell me how awesome you are, I start to believe you might be trying to convince yourself. Red Velvet might be wonderful, but I'm turned off but its cockiness. I still wanna eat one tho, just to see what the hype is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people enjoy those delectable chocolate cupcakes. There is a comfort there. You know what to expect and you can be satisfied with that. There is the chocolate, doing what its supposed to do. I can dig it, but you won't see me singing its praises. Doing what you ought to do should not get you a reward.&amp;nbsp; Add something different sometimes, surprise me. Just because there are other cupcakes who don't live up to the (justified or not) expectations, doesn't mean you get extra icing cause you pick up the slack by being average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I love the vanilla cupcake, underrated and under estimated. The Charlie Brown if you will. You can add almost anything to it and it still remains itself, only enhanced. But the secret it hides is that it doesn't even need the extra stuff to be great. So when you have to have it all alone without the extras... you are delighted to find that its delicious in its simple state.&amp;nbsp; Those with less perception might call it bland, but there is a joy in simple beauty. No fancy frosting or sprinkles, nothing to deflect from what is really there.... an open canvas that looks just a beautiful when its left blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might enjoy the carrot cake; professing to be good for you but delicious too. Another boastful breed this one with good reason. Not over bearing and willing to accept that it might not always be the first choice. When you finally do try it you are delightfully surprised that you enjoy how it tastes. The carrot cake is ok with that. It will wait until you realize that it is the one you need, it will be there when the other cupcakes make you feel guilty or gluttonous. And it won't judge you or make you feel its better than you. It knows its place and accepts it gladly. It just wants to be eaten and enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of cupcake do you like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-8303760937215055040?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/8303760937215055040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-you-flavor-tell-me-whats-your.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8303760937215055040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8303760937215055040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-you-flavor-tell-me-whats-your.html' title='What&apos;s you Flavor, tell me whats your flavor'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-8537071501334163801</id><published>2010-03-23T00:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:28:23.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minus myself, Miss Melony might meander &amp;amp; mumble mom music.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Modern momma marries &amp;amp; misuses mammories.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malicious Marauders make messaging movies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mice mortgage Medicinal Maximums Monthly: Mighty Mouse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;26 M words, jumbled nonsense to some, perfect illustration to others... what do you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for words that began with the letter M. M is my favorite letter. Is it because it's the first letter of my name? Maybe. But it's also because I love the way it makes my mouth feel when I say it and words that begin with it. My favorite words have the same effect. I enjoy saying them, not just because of how they sounds, but because of how they feel. I feel the same about writing in general. I don't type of write things simply because they sound good... but because it feels good to write them. As if the emotion, passion, energy flows right thru me as I type or write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so many ideas for this writing exercise. I was going to illustrate what each chosen word meant to me, what i associated it with, what images it invoked... I received more than 26 words, I will have to find a use for the ones I didn't use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-8537071501334163801?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/8537071501334163801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/minus-myself-miss-melony-might-meander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8537071501334163801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/8537071501334163801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/minus-myself-miss-melony-might-meander.html' title=''/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-2231075377025597336</id><published>2010-03-17T03:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:54:46.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ides of March</title><content type='html'>I have to move on&lt;br /&gt;I didn't *want* to let go&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-2231075377025597336?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/2231075377025597336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/ides-of-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2231075377025597336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2231075377025597336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/ides-of-march.html' title='The Ides of March'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-6235463675060158804</id><published>2010-03-16T05:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T05:23:16.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly</title><content type='html'>Let's be honest.... honesty is about as common as common sense. Everyday people take time and effort to sugar coat, filter, dumb down, and out right lie about things that in all honesty hold no real merit. Let's remember... in the grand scheme of things... NO ONE CARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, its all insignificant when you take a close look at it, and you could spend all that time scheming doing something more productive with your life. Now I say this as a person that analyzes everything. Every word, every look, every action. I have thankfully learned to not take these acts personally... I still like to be aware of my surroundings and that will always include the people who I find around me. Luckily I am a great multitasker and I can do these things with out you even noticing. Still if I had to add to my list up keep of lies.. I wouldn't have time to live. I analyze to learn, cause I want to know as much as possible. And still I know... Not everything is that important. So why lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you don't even know you lie (not telling the whole truth is a form of lying) you let the words leave your lips and fingers without a second thought. And some of you are very crafty at it.. so crafty that you have forgotten how to be full on honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been weary of people who use the words "trust me" " believe me" "i promise" too much... who are you trying to convince me or yourself. These are often the same people who can lie to God (or whatever they believe in) and pass it off with simple excuses. How can you live your whole life and not hold yourself accountable? And then be mad at me when I try to bring it to your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fake the funk either. Don't say you are one thing, when you are clearly the other. Don;t say you are a "good guy" when you hold the title for douche of the year. Own up to who you are. Even if you are a hypocrite, own up to your hypocrisy. If you are an @ss, then admit you are an @ss, if you are a mean spirited liar... hey do you. Just allow those around you the courtesy to see the truth and decide if they wanna hang or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do not believe in judging other people, no one has that right but God. I will comment, ask questions, but really I cant judge you cause I have issues too (thank you for subscribing ). So I will accept you for who you are... but I do believe in  accountability. If you say to me you will do something, then I expect  you to do it.If you don't keep your word, you lied  (also if you say you wont do something, if you then turn around and do  it I probably will trust you even less). If you do that one  time too many.... bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me accountable! If you hear me say  something that doesn't match the Melony you think you know, lets talk  about it... I promise I can set it straight. I am a work in progress, as  are we all. I don't judge because no one is perfect. I don't hate because  we all do things we could be sorry for (if we chose to be). I try not to expect more from others than I would give myself... sometimes I push me harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I am saying is be honest... and if I came off preachy in this, my apologies.. as I said I'm not perfect... feel free to call me on it... my goal is to become a better Me and hopefully help someone else become a better them.. but what do I know? I'm just a girl with a big heart and an overactive analytical brain... these are the things that keep me up at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-6235463675060158804?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/6235463675060158804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/honestly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6235463675060158804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6235463675060158804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/honestly.html' title='Honestly'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-723677276299493263</id><published>2010-03-16T00:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:41:27.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March 15th 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oKsDB3YR1wo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oKsDB3YR1wo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-723677276299493263?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/723677276299493263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-15th-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/723677276299493263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/723677276299493263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-15th-2010.html' title='March 15th 2010'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-517034815036122084</id><published>2010-03-02T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:55:55.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 01 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2mmy37x7PI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2mmy37x7PI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb is over and we start a new month... Women's History Month, the end of winter, and another chance to continue on your goals and visions for the year.... We are in the middle of lent. Did you give anything up? What are you going to do better this month then last month? Who will you help, how have you grown....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a mood today, but tomorrow is a new day and I will make the most of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-517034815036122084?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/517034815036122084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-01-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/517034815036122084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/517034815036122084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-01-2010.html' title='March 01 2010'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-5509920142060270338</id><published>2010-02-23T00:22:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:08:07.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundamental Friend Dependability</title><content type='html'>I know there are popular R&amp;amp;B/POP/hip hop/rap songs about friends, and it would be the perfect intro here. The gist of the songs is usually how we all need friends and what a friend is good for and how to be a good friend. I say all this to let you know that the theme of today's entry is : Friendship (get excited).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will start by saying that in the course of my life I have never had a "best" friend. I'm not sure if this was due to trust issues or commitment issues or both. This is not to say that I haven't made many acquaintances along the way. I meet people everywhere and I always hear "hey haven't we met before?" Maybe I have one of those faces. Or as one lady put it, maybe I'm just so personable I "make people feel like they've know you for years". All thru middle school the comments from the teachers was that I "made friends easily", "mixed well", "was engaging and responsive" and that I talked to much. Its the talking that works well for me. It's how I work. I'm a curious cat, i love to ask questions and I love to learn more. And most people love to talk about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now over the years I have made a few close friends. Thru church and school and extra curricular activities. I have formed strong bonds with people, shared secrets, let them get the full dose of Melony. But most of these were for a season. This might have to do with the high expectations I have for friendships. I don't think i require a lot. Mainly trust and care and we are good. Perhaps the reason I don't have many close friends is because I do find it hard to trust people. Everyone will let you down at some point. Even I might even though I strive not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because no one is perfect. It would be wrong for me to ask you to be perfect when I know I am not. But I do want you to work as hard as I do at trying to be the best I can at whatever I'm doing. And what I find over and over is that I am always doing more. I'm more available, I'm more open, I'm more attentive and understanding. I'm more nonjudgemental, I'm more forgiving, and I'm more of the friend I wish you would be to me. This is not a good look. I have a huge capacity to love and care and if i give you the privaladge of receiving those things I want to know its appreciated. I know my 100% might not be your 100%. That I can understand, your all might be my 80%. I can live with that, because at least you are giving your all. But a friendship should never be lopsided and I know that I give alot, so my side is always going too be heavy. So instead I spead the care and love and openness around and get my fill that way. Instead of with one person who can't carry the wiegth of it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might also explain my romantic situation... though i make more sacrifices for love because it's what i crave most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that has become clear to me over the past three months is that I am a very good judge of people. I can call them a mile away. I know already how you might betray, where we might butt heads, and what we will have in common. Not to say that sometimes I get surprised, but for the most part I have a good idea of whats in the package. Now sometimes I fight against my better judgment to get closer to people for the simple reason to prove myself right or for the entertainment that the union might bring, always cautious of how it might effect the balance of my life and theirs. This however has added undue stress and negativity at times. You shouldn't play games with the devil, he is good at what he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity can kill the cat, but this cat just has to be satisfied. I spend a lot of time trying to figure people out and sometimes that can be a waste. Who cares? especially if they don't... I will tell you this... I haven't been wrong about a person's true colors once. And I thank God for discernment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5509920142060270338?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5509920142060270338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/fundamental-friend-dependability.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5509920142060270338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5509920142060270338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/fundamental-friend-dependability.html' title='Fundamental Friend Dependability'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-1738119641983521052</id><published>2010-02-21T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:00:57.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>Torn, ripped, spoiled, unclean&lt;br /&gt;different and unwanted&lt;br /&gt;special, unique and not in the best way&lt;br /&gt;outliers, sometimes of their own choice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever wonder why everything you touch breaks&lt;br /&gt;why negativity surrounds you?&lt;br /&gt;why bad things happen when you try to do good&lt;br /&gt;Could the issue be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma is the balance in this world&lt;br /&gt;she dictates to fate and time&lt;br /&gt;keep her happy and shes your steady lover&lt;br /&gt;upset her balance and she's a talented witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma hits you where it hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Far worse than anything mere man could avenge&lt;br /&gt;Be mindful of all you put out to the world&lt;br /&gt;Actions and words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't get many do overs&lt;br /&gt;You have to move on&lt;br /&gt;You have to grow and learn&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the chance to change, evolve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken, soiled, cracked, dirty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;.... you can still rebuild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-1738119641983521052?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/1738119641983521052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1738119641983521052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1738119641983521052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-5291793063135941457</id><published>2010-02-21T22:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:11:24.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="width: 330px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990099; font-family: arial;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: arial;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990099; font-family: arial;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: arial;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: arial;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0033; font-family: arial;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0033; font-family: arial;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990099; font-family: arial;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: arial;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0033; font-family: arial;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Take the Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Info&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't usually take stolk in internet quizzes, I mean really who knows the science and accuracy of them. But the human mind interests me like nothing else, especially mine. I believe that everyone has a little bit of crazy. And I will be the first to admit (as the blog can attest) that I have issues. But if you are reading this then you subscribe and "I Thank You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can definitely understand the qualities of my personality that would help me fit into the disorders that were ranked high... but we all have our issues and we can all take control over those that we can change. I am working on mine... the journey continues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-5291793063135941457?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/5291793063135941457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/disorder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5291793063135941457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/5291793063135941457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/disorder.html' title='disorder'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-8148740202485810669</id><published>2010-02-15T22:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:44:00.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 15 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/39bZaf1wd3o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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/&gt;a page turner that had no end&lt;br /&gt;I loved and longed for the passion on every page&lt;br /&gt;but found it hard to concentrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you was a play I just couldn't understand&lt;br /&gt;the actors running out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;the audience anticipating the climatic plot twist&lt;br /&gt;never ready for the disappointing end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you was a thought I couldn’t comprehend&lt;br /&gt;Its philosophy too deep, it’s feeling too heavy&lt;br /&gt;I want so badly to understand&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not ready to take it all in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;....incomplete, but still ready to post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" height="70" id="lalaSongEmbed" 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Blige, Mary J. Blige"&gt;I Used To Love Him (Album Vers...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-1877744551839431619?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/1877744551839431619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/incomplete.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1877744551839431619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1877744551839431619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-3855666521458788847</id><published>2010-02-09T01:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:49:58.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A lesson in randomness</title><content type='html'>"&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ll of the world isn't &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ackwards" said the wise &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;at. "&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;isenfranchised is not a state in which you belong", she continued. "A wise old &lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;lephant once remarked that 'once we see through the&lt;b&gt; F&lt;/b&gt;og of our prejudices, even the &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;iraffe will see eye to eye with a bee.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be happy does not require much skill, as even the &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;gnoramus finds some reason to smile. Living your life as the &lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;ilted &lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;night brings little satisfaction and can prevent you from understanding the levels of &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ove."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The love you feel", she said  "for your &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;other cannot be &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;ixed by simple avoidance or denial. You cannot hide like the &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;strich and expect to be &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;eaceful." She sighed and said "You can stay &lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;uarantined and sheltered from the &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;ough edges of this world, but you will look &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;illy. You can not &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;horoughly save yourself from any negativity, for some of it might surpass your &lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;nderstanding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Cat was a&lt;b&gt; V&lt;/b&gt;ixen, she had seen many &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;hite souls turn black with the ease of a simple tune played on a &lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;ylophone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;es, she is right, you can not close your eyes to the evils of the world. If you shut your eyes to the devils you will miss the angels that pass you by. You never know what each experience will teach you, just as you will be hard pressed to remember ever strip on a&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Z&lt;/b&gt;ebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked someone to give me a word for each letter of the alphabet, and said I would use it to write a piece. It is a lesson in free writing for me, I let my mind lead me through the story. The cat is wise in what shes says however, you cant hid from the evil, you will miss the good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-3855666521458788847?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/3855666521458788847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/lesson-in-randomness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3855666521458788847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/3855666521458788847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/lesson-in-randomness.html' title='A lesson in randomness'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7371730360360056885</id><published>2010-02-01T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:09:01.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 01 2010</title><content type='html'>Happy Black History Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4iisfS7uKA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4iisfS7uKA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7371730360360056885?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7371730360360056885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/feb-01-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7371730360360056885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7371730360360056885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/feb-01-2010.html' title='Feb 01 2010'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-9172707718122369147</id><published>2010-02-01T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:24:04.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peace</title><content type='html'>Give me peace and justice&lt;br /&gt;…and they can both be achieved without WAR.&lt;br /&gt;Give me truths and honor, openness and love.&lt;br /&gt;Threats and bulling will never do&lt;br /&gt;…you have to give up something more&lt;br /&gt;Give me the REAL you.&lt;br /&gt;No lies, No deception &lt;br /&gt;…just what is real.&lt;br /&gt;All we need, is what we feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another day not promised &lt;br /&gt;So be joyful for the pains of life.&lt;br /&gt;They remind us we are still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make it better... &lt;br /&gt;to continue the path...&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;b&gt;LIVE&lt;/b&gt; and let die... &lt;br /&gt;Our time is not yet...&lt;br /&gt;Relish the pain and hurt and anger....&lt;br /&gt;but also keep the peace the passion and the love…&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE HERE....&lt;br /&gt;… we haven't been here before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-9172707718122369147?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/9172707718122369147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/9172707718122369147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/9172707718122369147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/02/peace.html' title='peace'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-1522483289282397524</id><published>2010-01-22T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:22:41.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months</title><content type='html'>I neglected to note the one month anniversary of my 26th birthday, but from this day onward I will be noting my monthly anniversaries. I call them unbirthdays, like in Alice and wonderland, and yes i could celebrate them everyday, but that's a bit much no? HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will use the 22nd of each month to evaluate my journey thru the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO lets  what happens eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-1522483289282397524?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/1522483289282397524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-months.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1522483289282397524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/1522483289282397524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-months.html' title='2 Months'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-6813094722030005712</id><published>2010-01-16T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:46:55.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 15 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttKgNmGWU1s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttKgNmGWU1s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this time its the video thats screwy... oh well... hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-6813094722030005712?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/6813094722030005712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-15-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6813094722030005712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/6813094722030005712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-15-2010.html' title='Jan 15 2010'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-2849825854509849274</id><published>2010-01-11T03:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:34:22.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;He said to her (inadvertently):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You only get what I give&lt;br /&gt;You only take what I offer&lt;br /&gt;You only see what I show&lt;br /&gt;You only feel what I reveal&lt;br /&gt;You only say what I can hear&lt;br /&gt;You only taste what I create&lt;br /&gt;You only do what I can handle&lt;br /&gt;You only make what I'll accept&lt;br /&gt;You only know how much I tell you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But he hasn't really said anything yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was waiting for more&lt;br /&gt;She was hoping to break thru&lt;br /&gt;But when you don't know there's a wall&lt;br /&gt;How does she prove it to you&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing worse than a liar&lt;br /&gt;especially one who lies to themselves&lt;br /&gt;There is a limit to arrogance&lt;br /&gt;There is such a thing as too much dependency on self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She said to him (directly):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You believe what you believe&lt;br /&gt;And no one can tell you different &lt;br /&gt;You see with lurkers eyes&lt;br /&gt;Even when the reality is more simplistic&lt;br /&gt;I won't fight your logic&lt;br /&gt;And I can't try to force your hand&lt;br /&gt;But someone someday should tell you&lt;br /&gt;and make you understand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=2306124501551816544&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=2306124501551816544&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/2306124501551816544" title="Love Song - Sheila Nicholls" target="_blank"&gt;Love Song - Sheila Nicholls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words I have to say may well be simple but they're true&lt;br /&gt;until you give your love there's nothing more that we can do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You can't be in control all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-2849825854509849274?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/2849825854509849274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/01/control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2849825854509849274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/2849825854509849274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/01/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>MissMelony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6aqsTod78/TgTFLHxPAtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O6X5qZxsJ58/s220/Presentation1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4287061327481796841.post-7431844041157475991</id><published>2010-01-08T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:19:52.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three little words</title><content type='html'>She looked into his eyes &lt;br /&gt;So filled with emotion&lt;br /&gt;Their bodies so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind was racing&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts from the past&lt;br /&gt;Feelings and urges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;Self conscious and anxious&lt;br /&gt;Were they ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy and graceful&lt;br /&gt;Firm and yet smooth&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling her in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeper and Deeper he plunged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harder and harder it seemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faster and faster they went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew what would come &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From three unique little words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684680781169936&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684680781169936&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.24563%40125044"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684680781169936" title="Not About Love - Fiona Apple" target="_blank"&gt;Not About Love - Fiona Apple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4287061327481796841-7431844041157475991?l=mzmelony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/feeds/7431844041157475991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mzmelony.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-little-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4287061327481796841/posts/default/7431844041157475991'/><link 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