<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087</id><updated>2012-01-05T21:33:17.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soul Groovy  Experience!</title><subtitle type='html'>~It Is What It Is!~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-8589442392625745594</id><published>2011-09-16T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:11:37.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But God Needed Him Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;There are days that I still get misty eyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;That my heart aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;That I can't understand why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;God needed him more than I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Yes time has passed by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But it hasn't made my missing him any less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;There are moments when I forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But then reality sets in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And once again I realize that God needed him most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I don't know if it'll ever go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But a small part of me died that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;When God decided his job "Well Done, my Good and Faithful servant".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I am being selfish I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;It was suppose to only be for a little while that his presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;embraced my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I have known him my entire lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;This void, not an easy cross to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But God needed him most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And mistakes he does not make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Just wasn't quite prepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;To lose the first man I ever loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Who's seen me at my worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Praised me at my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Never loved me any less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;When my choices didn't fit his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Or when I made mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But God needed him most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Although my heart still aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And I miss him so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I know that God's got him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And when that time comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I will see him again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But God needed him most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-8589442392625745594?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/8589442392625745594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=8589442392625745594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8589442392625745594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8589442392625745594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2011/09/but-god-needed-him-most.html' title='But God Needed Him Most'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4636765198681081222</id><published>2011-07-28T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:39:11.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Rough Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;On July 25th not long after midnight...one of my greatest fears came to life. God decided it was time to call my Daddy home. In those few moments of coming into&amp;nbsp;realization, it was as if someone had knocked the wind out of me. Took my heart, stomped all over it and then afterwards handing it back to me as if there was no damage. The fear of knowing I would never see him again and that my Momma lost her best friend, seemed unbearable. But my faith in God is what kept me from falling through, you know going into that darkness that might take some time in padded rooms to pull back through. I can't say that this experience hasn't been tough and that some days I want to give up but the thing that keeps me going is knowing how much my Daddy loved God and the peace...wonderful peace that I saw on him that early morning. True I took some of our moments for granted but it did not mean I loved him any less. For if it were not for him....my life may have ended up in such a mess....children need their fathers...they are the key to helping us grow into productive adults. He could have turned his back on us....but he didn't. Through all the ups n downs.....he was always there. He&amp;nbsp;sacrificed when he didn't have to. Although on this Earth I will never get to hold his hand, have a long conversation, kiss his cheek, or just say "I love you", I know that when God calls me home....my Daddy will be there waiting on me with open arms, and that is something to look forward to!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;R.I.P. Rev. Stephen Michael Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Sunrise: March 30, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Sunset: July 25th, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A Solider For The Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Love you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjOcv9jtj2Q/TjFzBjPq66I/AAAAAAAAAMY/2A6icnzDLm4/s1600/Dad-June+%252709.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjOcv9jtj2Q/TjFzBjPq66I/AAAAAAAAAMY/2A6icnzDLm4/s320/Dad-June+%252709.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4636765198681081222?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4636765198681081222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=4636765198681081222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4636765198681081222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4636765198681081222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2011/07/these-rough-times.html' title='These Rough Times'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjOcv9jtj2Q/TjFzBjPq66I/AAAAAAAAAMY/2A6icnzDLm4/s72-c/Dad-June+%252709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-1387522584548598840</id><published>2011-01-23T19:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:53:08.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me...Is This Thing On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I need to get something off my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Yea I was selling myself a dream that I thought was a reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Once thought it believed in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;When in&amp;nbsp;actuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;It was my misconception of reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;It's just a fantasy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Until I make it real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But I had to believe from with in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;That I could once love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I've lived my whole life with the theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;That love can be a beautiful thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But hadn't loved myself enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;To know that it started with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;If I wanted some one to love me unconditionally&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I had to love me in all my flaws and positivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Life is too short to compromise&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;On yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;With someone who doesn't recognize your worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Takes you for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Makes you feel like ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;When in reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;They expect you to deal with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Their insecurities&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;There are others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Who will love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Give to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Reach for the Sun and if they could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Give it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;So why settle for less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;When you deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Doesn't matter what she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;What he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Know your worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Allow that negativity to be dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Love is a reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Not a fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But you gotta know your&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;So you can have it unconditionally&amp;nbsp;&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/1749599344981519087-1387522584548598840?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/1387522584548598840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=1387522584548598840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1387522584548598840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1387522584548598840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2011/01/excuse-meis-this-thing-on.html' title='Excuse Me...Is This Thing On...'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-3996731228623424910</id><published>2011-01-01T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:55:53.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>~Happy New Year~</title><content type='html'>This year I decided&amp;nbsp;resolutions were no longer required. Living life is what I am going to do today, tomorrow, and every moment I have air in my lungs. God has blessed me. He knows me better than I know myself and last year he showed me what he can do! I am a simple girl. Don't need no fancy car, house, diamonds or jewels, all I need is love. Jumped through some hoops, bended some rules, gave more than I should have and yet it wasn't quite what love was suppose to look like. I thought it was but I was sadly mistaken. I almost gave up, threw in the towel and contemplated letting that part of me die a slow quiet death. Funny thing is, I am not designed like that. I was created in love, with love and through love so how can I not love? My mind was made up, my heart wasn't quite sure but God stepped in when I least expected him to and showed me there was no reason to give up. My time was coming and he hadn't brought me this far to leave me. I had my doubts though. I put on my shield and went into battle, only to realize I was fighting with myself. That didn't make sense, didn't seem like the right thing to do so I threw in the towel. Stored my&amp;nbsp;armor hoping to never put it on again. This time I decided I was going to let God fight my battle and he showed me I didn't have to fight anymore cause what he had for me was for me and there was no need for me to worry. With 2011 here, I decided I will live more, love harder, laugh longer, give stronger and speak from my heart and soul. With God as my guide, I can't go wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/TR94hba6G1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OobmFsOgR1o/s1600/Happy-New-Year-2011_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/TR94hba6G1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OobmFsOgR1o/s320/Happy-New-Year-2011_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy New Year and may this year bring you so much more than before.&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love and Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;~Peace and Blessings~&lt;br /&gt;SoulGroovy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-3996731228623424910?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/3996731228623424910/comments/default' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/TR94hba6G1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OobmFsOgR1o/s72-c/Happy-New-Year-2011_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-2259048426438708812</id><published>2010-12-18T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T08:51:02.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Question?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Funny how I thought I had it all figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Thought I had all the answers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;In reality, I didn’t even know the questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Alas I move on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Going day to day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Thinking I know what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;In reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;After all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;I don’t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Maybe it comes with living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Maybe the answers are already there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;I didn’t get the memo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;It’s what you make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;So they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;But what if you don’t know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;How to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;What if everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;You ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Was just one big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Fat lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;That you kept convincing yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Because the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Is too big of a pill to swallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;To much of a burden to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Now what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;All this time invested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;All this love given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And the answers to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;The questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;That you think you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Are in retrospect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;The wrong questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;For the right answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And this is how life has been going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Walking around with blinders on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Pretending to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Fear of someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Figuring out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;You really don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;But until they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;We’ll keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Cause in reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;We’ve known the answers all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;To the right questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;But the truth is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Just too much to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Deal with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&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/1749599344981519087-2259048426438708812?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/2259048426438708812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=2259048426438708812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2259048426438708812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2259048426438708812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-question.html' title='What&apos;s The Question?'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-5897739184611838280</id><published>2010-11-24T06:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:53:38.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Me</title><content type='html'>This is me&lt;br /&gt;Take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;I make no apologies&lt;br /&gt;For my design&lt;br /&gt;Was already meant to be&lt;br /&gt;A masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;God don't make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;We a fit&lt;br /&gt;From custom design&lt;br /&gt;Flaws and all&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shame to carry mine&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I was perfect&lt;br /&gt;What would be the purpose&lt;br /&gt;Of improving on&lt;br /&gt;The minor&lt;br /&gt;In order to bring out &lt;br /&gt;The major&lt;br /&gt;See this is me&lt;br /&gt;Flaws and all&lt;br /&gt;I don't apologize&lt;br /&gt;For my character&lt;br /&gt;Downfalls &lt;br /&gt;Up by the boot straps&lt;br /&gt;I will carry on&lt;br /&gt;God has my destiny&lt;br /&gt;And until that final breath&lt;br /&gt;I'll just&lt;br /&gt;Keep on&lt;br /&gt;Keeping on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-5897739184611838280?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/5897739184611838280/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-6992017056637515864</id><published>2010-11-09T21:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:04:18.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can admit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put all my hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Into it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yet&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time after time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ended up with regret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I was determined&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not to give up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then this last time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It nearly knocked&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wind out of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost hardened my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caused me grief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yet because God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loved me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saw the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Determination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perseverance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He held me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In his arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whispered gently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hold on my child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your time is coming"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After all the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disappointment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has not waivered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have not given up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That it still exist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can be as innocent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a new born's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as pure as&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fresh fallen snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am closer to whole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regretful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Optimistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zealous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And most of all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faithful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forsaken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-6992017056637515864?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/6992017056637515864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=6992017056637515864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6992017056637515864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6992017056637515864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/11/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-5343092256360095482</id><published>2010-09-09T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:45:22.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Remembering&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Heart fluttering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Vulnerability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Persistence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Faith&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Fate Turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Disparity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Barrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Opening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Flickering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;New&amp;nbsp;Beginnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Pulsating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Vibrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Patiently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Awaiting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Love's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Return&lt;/span&gt;&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/1749599344981519087-5343092256360095482?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/5343092256360095482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=5343092256360095482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5343092256360095482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5343092256360095482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/09/loves-return.html' title='Love&apos;s Return'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7647863558076757545</id><published>2010-09-07T03:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T03:46:21.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>35......REALLY????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/TIX6wprk6iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hTOHuYgHChE/s1600/B030_20CHOCOLATE_20FLOWERS_20BIRTHDAY_20CAKE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/TIX6wprk6iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hTOHuYgHChE/s320/B030_20CHOCOLATE_20FLOWERS_20BIRTHDAY_20CAKE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Today I am blessed to see my 35th bornday. For me this is like a crossover into another level of an age bracket! I have left the 18-34 and crossed over to the 35 and up. It is not a bad thing, just makes the reality of adulthood even more a reality. Yet I am still young at heart when I need to be. I always say I am grateful for another year because there are some who have not made it thus far. I am grateful that I am healthy and that my kids are healthy. I have accomplished somethings, and have so much more I would like to accomplish so my journey of life I continue to travel. I do not make any promises or guarantees that I know in my heart I can't keep. I do however plan to continue to love from the heart, give from the heart and speak from the heart. This method hasn't gotten me everything I've wanted but it has prevented me from having regrets of not speaking, living, and giving from the heart. Time cannot, does not, will not be controlled by anyone so we must live each day as if it is our last and minimize regrets, maximize our ability to communicate and love from the very depths of our souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7647863558076757545?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7647863558076757545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7647863558076757545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7647863558076757545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7647863558076757545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/09/35really.html' title='35......REALLY????'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/TIX6wprk6iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hTOHuYgHChE/s72-c/B030_20CHOCOLATE_20FLOWERS_20BIRTHDAY_20CAKE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7910379948123566948</id><published>2010-08-17T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:27:12.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ChAnGe</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you least expect it, change comes. It can be a good thing or a bad thing depending on your perspective. In the last two weeks I have experienced a change that made me somewhat nervous and momentarily uncertain of myself. Yet I was willing to embrace change and allow the newness of change to take its place in my life. I had to tell myself that I am ready to step up to the plate and own what God had already had planned for me. It is interesting to see that people see the change but yet I remain humble in my effort to embrace, share, and express my love and gratitude for life and all the things God has allowed me to see thus far. I now realize that life is all about change and when it happens you have to be willing and open to embrace it or life might just pass you by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7910379948123566948?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7910379948123566948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7910379948123566948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7910379948123566948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7910379948123566948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/08/change.html' title='ChAnGe'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-5049152880049944940</id><published>2010-07-29T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:17:44.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Insanity of Randomness</title><content type='html'>At this time of the morning, this title seems fitting! (it is 2:30 A.M. in case you were wondering!) I should be asleep but for whatever reason that my body isn't telling me I am not. So why not write...get some stuff off my chest and clear my head if I may. I haven't written in almost a month which is so unlike me...well sort of. I have a passion for this but sometimes my passion isn't on fire and my mind isn't in the mood to think about how something sounds when I put it down on paper. Some days I can't even figure out how to make two words rhyme and that can be frustrating but it is what it is. I use to stress out about it but now I realize that even great artist sometimes didn't feel so great when creating and yet greatness came from them. Sometimes when they were least expecting it. It's a fire in me that I can't put out....writing is almost like second nature. So there will be some days when I can't stop putting words down...some days when I can't even come up with a sentence that seems fitting for my emotions...and I am OK with that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-5049152880049944940?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/5049152880049944940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=5049152880049944940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5049152880049944940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5049152880049944940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/07/temporary-insanity-of-randomness.html' title='Temporary Insanity of Randomness'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7965576561307188021</id><published>2010-06-27T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:24:48.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of Clarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/TCdQ-V9TkkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6SL-9UzpXwc/s1600/Dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/TCdQ-V9TkkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6SL-9UzpXwc/s200/Dock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487443702950629954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to worry about what others thought of me. Worried if I was making a good impression on them. If they liked me, wanted to befriend me, and if they thought I was someone worth sharing their time with. Now I could care less...not to sound mean but how it is possible to please everyone if you haven't pleased yourself first, if you don't like yourself first, if you can't stand to be alone with yourself first, if you don't love yourself first? When I started looking at things in this manner, I realized that if I am being true to myself then everyone else will be fine with me. Of course there will always be someone whom you can't please, whom won't like you, won't want to be your friend, or can't stand you and well I say hey it is their loss cause I certainly don't need that negativity in my life but yet if they change their mind, I will embrace them with open arms. &lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing for me this year was letting go of someone who didn't value my worth. I am an amazing person...not to be cocky but I know that in my best efforts I try to treat people the way that I want to be treated. Some days I fail at it and so I expect that I get that karma back as I have put it out but never should I allow someone to treat me worse than I would treat myself. Never allowing them to think that my time, effort, love, patience, kindness, understanding, and willingness to give should be taken for granted. I can't say that it wasn't hard, but I am a better person for it and that is what matters more to me. Some of us go through life trying to fit in the boxes that OTHERS have designed for us. When in retrospect, you wouldn't be caught even dead in that box. Why settle for what your heart doesn't desire? Why confine your spirit to substandard conditions when you want so much more? Set yourself free, love yourself, make you happy and I guarantee everything will be alright. You control your destiny with guidance from God and as long as you seek him, listen to him, pray to him, obey him, love him, he will not ever steer you wrong. He loves us way too much. When you look back on those moments that you kept saying "why", the moment of clarity will reveal itself to you just in the right time and it will seem to have been all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7965576561307188021?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7965576561307188021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7965576561307188021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7965576561307188021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7965576561307188021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/06/moment-of-clarity.html' title='Moment of Clarity'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/TCdQ-V9TkkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6SL-9UzpXwc/s72-c/Dock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-6802191046473429094</id><published>2010-06-05T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:56:43.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>It is not in my best interest to ignore what my heart consistently feels. For two years I have struggled with this addiction...this addiction of love. In some instances it may not seem like a bad thing especially when it hasn't had many negative results. This addiction has forced me to realize some things about myself both positive and negative. It has forced me to release, relate and reveal my inner most thoughts. At one point I was willing to give up on love and all the things that go along with it. My heart wouldn't allow me to do so. It leads me to believe that there is more to this than lust and infatuation. Those type of emotions don't last this long. This is a deep rooted appreciation that has yet to wavier. With my consistent perseverance, things are starting to come around. As they say something worth having doesn't always come easy and if it does, why would you want to have it anyway. Now I openly, completely embrace all the emotions I am feeling whether they are positive or negative. This choice has made things so much better for me and clear.  As time goes on and I continue to grow, a positive attitude with an optimistic disposition will help me not only get through the rough times but breeze right through the good times. Guess that means this is an addiction I don't need a 12 Step program for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-6802191046473429094?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/6802191046473429094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=6802191046473429094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6802191046473429094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6802191046473429094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/06/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-8545028210582677926</id><published>2010-05-31T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:15:31.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HeartSpeak</title><content type='html'>This is the moment&lt;br /&gt;Early in the A.M. &lt;br /&gt;When my mind and&lt;br /&gt;♥​&lt;br /&gt;Decide to have a conversation&lt;br /&gt;My ♥​ is the open vessel&lt;br /&gt;Taking in&lt;br /&gt;Letting out&lt;br /&gt;But continually&lt;br /&gt;Pressing on&lt;br /&gt;My mind&lt;br /&gt;The stern one&lt;br /&gt;Trying to guide my ♥​&lt;br /&gt;In her path&lt;br /&gt;My ♥​&lt;br /&gt;Well she's free spirited&lt;br /&gt;My mind&lt;br /&gt;Well she's more reserved&lt;br /&gt;She isn't so thrilled with some of the direction &lt;br /&gt;My ♥​ has taken her&lt;br /&gt;She wants the ♥​ to be more reserved&lt;br /&gt;Not worry about feeling anything&lt;br /&gt;My ♥​, ha she laughs in my mind's face&lt;br /&gt;"You can't tame me," she says&lt;br /&gt;My mind reminds her of pain we've felt&lt;br /&gt;My ♥​ comes back with &lt;br /&gt;"We got over it well"&lt;br /&gt;Yet my mind still believes&lt;br /&gt;If the ♥​ would only listen to me&lt;br /&gt;We'd never, ever feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;My ♥​ couldn't survive&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sustain its existence&lt;br /&gt;She'd shrivel up, dry out&lt;br /&gt;And then where would that leave us&lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;br /&gt;Tries to remain neutral&lt;br /&gt;Allow my mind and my ♥​ &lt;br /&gt;To come to their own &lt;br /&gt;Equal decision&lt;br /&gt;But this time and as times before&lt;br /&gt;She intervenes&lt;br /&gt;Imparts her wisdom&lt;br /&gt;And reminds them of how we all need to &lt;br /&gt;Work together&lt;br /&gt;The ♥​ feels&lt;br /&gt;The mind debates&lt;br /&gt;The soul guides&lt;br /&gt;Without working together&lt;br /&gt;We'll cease to exist &lt;br /&gt;So we must each play our own &lt;br /&gt;Separate part&lt;br /&gt;As life unfolds&lt;br /&gt;And work together &lt;br /&gt;When one of us can't &lt;br /&gt;Handle it alone&lt;br /&gt;My ♥​&lt;br /&gt;My mind &lt;br /&gt;Accept their command&lt;br /&gt;Even decide to shake hands&lt;br /&gt;The soul is content&lt;br /&gt;For she knows &lt;br /&gt;They both are open to&lt;br /&gt;Continually grow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-8545028210582677926?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/8545028210582677926/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4005761675696693864</id><published>2010-05-28T05:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:12:34.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Love</title><content type='html'>Hello my love&lt;br /&gt;It has almost been a year's time&lt;br /&gt;That I've felt your heart beat next to mine&lt;br /&gt;Yet it still constantly, consistently&lt;br /&gt;Beats for you&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting patiently for the moment&lt;br /&gt;When once again&lt;br /&gt;It can beat in sync with you&lt;br /&gt;The fire in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Stirring up&lt;br /&gt;As I have never known before&lt;br /&gt;A desire for you&lt;br /&gt;Luring me in for more &lt;br /&gt;Not of anything I have known before&lt;br /&gt;A calamity of desire&lt;br /&gt;Inquiring my curiosity&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the modesty&lt;br /&gt;Of the knowingly&lt;br /&gt;Connection between you and me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's as if&lt;br /&gt;The core of me feels you&lt;br /&gt;Even when you are many miles away&lt;br /&gt;My senses become consumed with &lt;br /&gt;The scent of you&lt;br /&gt;My soul, my heart&lt;br /&gt;Longs for you&lt;br /&gt;Even after a year's time&lt;br /&gt;My passion and fire&lt;br /&gt;Way deep below inside&lt;br /&gt;Constantly, consistently&lt;br /&gt;Burns for you&lt;br /&gt;Hello my love&lt;br /&gt;I am here&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4005761675696693864?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4005761675696693864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=4005761675696693864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4005761675696693864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4005761675696693864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-love.html' title='Hello Love'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-2503301492711241727</id><published>2010-05-07T09:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:47:50.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is it about you&lt;br /&gt;Has my heart and soul captured&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm fed up&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;As hard as I try with all my might&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to win this fight&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to comprehend the exchanges between you and I&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to accept the signs of it not being meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Trying to escape this reality&lt;br /&gt;My strong desire of you being with me&lt;br /&gt;Can you shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Explain to me so I can get right&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart comprehend what my mind seems to be  &lt;br /&gt;Already understanding what has proven to be destiny&lt;br /&gt;It's the craziest thing cause never in my life&lt;br /&gt;Has my heart put up such a fight&lt;br /&gt;Never has it went this long&lt;br /&gt;Hoping, praying, for some sign&lt;br /&gt;That you and I belong&lt;br /&gt;As one to live in Love's &lt;br /&gt;Comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;Possibly happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-2503301492711241727?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/2503301492711241727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=2503301492711241727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;The thought of you&lt;br /&gt;A message&lt;br /&gt;A phone call&lt;br /&gt;Stirs me up&lt;br /&gt;Gets my blood flowing to those places&lt;br /&gt;I dare not mention&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;My stomach flutters from &lt;br /&gt;The butterflies&lt;br /&gt;But yet I am not as much &lt;br /&gt;Desired in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite understand&lt;br /&gt;Why my body craves you&lt;br /&gt;Needs you&lt;br /&gt;Wants to feel the softness of your lips&lt;br /&gt;The thrust of your passion&lt;br /&gt;Satisfying my needs&lt;br /&gt;Of my cravings for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-9123511985858751110?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/9123511985858751110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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that you have given me&lt;br /&gt;And more&lt;br /&gt;Tracing the outline of your lips&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, your nose&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the moments when you smile&lt;br /&gt;The moments when you frown&lt;br /&gt;My gratefulness to witness them all&lt;br /&gt;I listen to every breath&lt;br /&gt;The beating of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that deep down&lt;br /&gt;I dwell in a special place&lt;br /&gt;That is more than just your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4109041636019826428?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4109041636019826428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=4109041636019826428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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cycle&lt;br /&gt;Tried to follow those 12 steps&lt;br /&gt;Movin on&lt;br /&gt;Some how my heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps finding her way back to you&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I haven't tried&lt;br /&gt;To break my addiction to you&lt;br /&gt;It's complicated&lt;br /&gt;My mind can't quite comprehend&lt;br /&gt;My body aches with pain&lt;br /&gt;Need that fix&lt;br /&gt;To get that high&lt;br /&gt;You so give me&lt;br /&gt;Every single time&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;No denying that&lt;br /&gt;You are my natural high&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-959772531384499478?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/959772531384499478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=959772531384499478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/959772531384499478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/959772531384499478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/04/additcted.html' title='Additcted'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-5400360019443618965</id><published>2010-03-16T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T05:51:55.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;Requesting&lt;br /&gt;Openness&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;To express &lt;br /&gt;The innermost&lt;br /&gt;Self giving&lt;br /&gt;Emotion&lt;br /&gt;Within&lt;br /&gt;Not jealous&lt;br /&gt;Nor confused&lt;br /&gt;Real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-5400360019443618965?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/5400360019443618965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=5400360019443618965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5400360019443618965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5400360019443618965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-701103509135518889</id><published>2010-03-15T06:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:10:33.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today I fought with my heart and my mind&lt;br /&gt;My mind tells me to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Give you up&lt;br /&gt;My heart begs to differ&lt;br /&gt;Throw caution to the wind&lt;br /&gt;Grab onto its coat tails &lt;br /&gt;And let it carry me &lt;br /&gt;But will I end up in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Or will you turn your back to me&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me as much as I love you&lt;br /&gt;Or will you take advantage of love&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill only your selfish needs&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, no one compares to you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spend an eternity waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to figure it out&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short&lt;br /&gt;Time is of the essence&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised&lt;br /&gt;So I must carry forth &lt;br /&gt;Hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;And if we are equally yoked&lt;br /&gt;We'll be joined as one for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;If not, you'll forever dwell in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-701103509135518889?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/701103509135518889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=701103509135518889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/701103509135518889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/701103509135518889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-5060876643769183843</id><published>2010-02-15T21:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:49:21.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For he is speaking of the agony of his heart&lt;br /&gt;The pain he felt&lt;br /&gt;As she turned&lt;br /&gt;Walked away&lt;br /&gt;Never to look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel her pain&lt;br /&gt;Every time she said the wrong thing&lt;br /&gt;Looked the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hand placed bruises of red markings&lt;br /&gt;He called them love&lt;br /&gt;Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachings&lt;br /&gt;She felt them&lt;br /&gt;Feared them&lt;br /&gt;Saw them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew they were not as he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would she go&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to answer questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See eyes&lt;br /&gt;Stop, stare, point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would try to leave&lt;br /&gt;Escape this horrible reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where&lt;br /&gt;How&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;br /&gt;He was all she knew&lt;br /&gt;This is what he said lovers do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't others blackened and bruised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could no longer&lt;br /&gt;Stand the pain of his love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it drew blood&lt;br /&gt;Left marks&lt;br /&gt;That even make-up&lt;br /&gt;Nor clothing could no longer hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time&lt;br /&gt;Fear was no longer an option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to protect&lt;br /&gt;The seed she carried inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before dawn&lt;br /&gt;As he slumbered peacefully&lt;br /&gt;The window opened so effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;One leg&lt;br /&gt;Arm&lt;br /&gt;Head&lt;br /&gt;Torso&lt;br /&gt;Feet&lt;br /&gt;Placed firmly on solid ground&lt;br /&gt;She moved like a ninja in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd no longer&lt;br /&gt;Have to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight was her guide&lt;br /&gt;Maternal instinct was her sword&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There a place&lt;br /&gt;She could rest&lt;br /&gt;Figure out her next move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how&lt;br /&gt;Long&lt;br /&gt;Hard&lt;br /&gt;Weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Protecting her seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fresh start&lt;br /&gt;No more marks&lt;br /&gt;Made to cover&lt;br /&gt;Fear&lt;br /&gt;Not an option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free&lt;br /&gt;Free from&lt;br /&gt;Her worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-5060876643769183843?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/5060876643769183843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=5060876643769183843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5060876643769183843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5060876643769183843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/02/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-6808172512288712293</id><published>2010-02-02T01:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:42:41.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Believe</title><content type='html'>Thus far in my 34 years of life I have had my experiences with love. Some have been positive, some have been negative but I have always to the best of my ability tried to take something positive or useful from my experiences. It took me a moment to get to that place but wouldn't change anything about the journey. Yet I hear so many say they have given up or don't need a companion in their life to achieve a certain level of happiness and I wonder how can that be when the way of nature dictates otherwise. In every species there is a mate! Even in some inanimate objects there is a male and female connection. (In some cases, there is a same of the same connection if that's what floats your boat) I believe that we were not designed to live our lives alone but that so many of us fear the "what ifs" that we won't allow someone in. Yet deep down inside we yearn for a certain type of connection that is only made to share with a particular one. Love is not confined to one way of thinking or what society dictates. Love to me is an evolving opportunity to reach within the depths of your soul and allow someone to see your weaknesses, your strengths, your good side, your bad side, your fears, your confidence and the chance to nakedly expose the true nature of your being and knowing that, that person is still willing to accept you for who you are flaws and all.  In everything I have experienced, I still believe that each and everyone of us has another who not only connects with us but completes us as well but we can't allow fear, pain, anger or past negative experiences to prevent us from experiencing the true meaning of Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-6808172512288712293?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/6808172512288712293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=6808172512288712293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6808172512288712293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6808172512288712293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-still-believe.html' title='I Still Believe'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7738430488502467999</id><published>2010-01-06T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:38:09.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Material Girl</title><content type='html'>I am not a material girl&lt;br /&gt;Not caught up in a material world&lt;br /&gt;They can take all my worldly goods&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I can't have u, I have nothing&lt;br /&gt;You are the beginning to my end&lt;br /&gt;You are the calm in the storm&lt;br /&gt;You are the fire in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Cars, money, houses&lt;br /&gt;Don't represent me&lt;br /&gt;It's what's on the inside &lt;br /&gt;I want people to see&lt;br /&gt;I'm content just being a hippie&lt;br /&gt;Making the world &lt;br /&gt;My canvas&lt;br /&gt;My exploration&lt;br /&gt;My expression of self-love&lt;br /&gt;Cause when it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will remember what you have or had&lt;br /&gt;They'll remember how you treated them&lt;br /&gt;If you gave a dam &lt;br /&gt;Or were you selfish &lt;br /&gt;Self involved&lt;br /&gt;Never lending a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a material girl&lt;br /&gt;Not caught up in a material world&lt;br /&gt;All I need is you&lt;br /&gt;Helping me paint the world&lt;br /&gt;With our love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7738430488502467999?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7738430488502467999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7738430488502467999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7738430488502467999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7738430488502467999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/01/material-girl.html' title='Material Girl'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-91111733012836632</id><published>2010-01-03T16:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:10:39.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/S0Ej2wrT7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/0HAOmiShNa0/s1600-h/heart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/S0Ej2wrT7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/0HAOmiShNa0/s200/heart.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422654850017259154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I am sweet&lt;br /&gt;I am happy&lt;br /&gt;I am sunny&lt;br /&gt;I am sad&lt;br /&gt;I am the best thing that ever happened to you&lt;br /&gt;I am your worst nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I am caramel with a touch of milk chocolate&lt;br /&gt;I am a gift wrapped up with a nice bow&lt;br /&gt;I am a storm raging within&lt;br /&gt;I am the calm after the storm&lt;br /&gt;I am peace&lt;br /&gt;I am chaos&lt;br /&gt;I am joy&lt;br /&gt;I am solitude&lt;br /&gt;I am sexy&lt;br /&gt;I am all natural&lt;br /&gt;I am free spirited&lt;br /&gt;I am confident&lt;br /&gt;I am giving&lt;br /&gt;I am LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-91111733012836632?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/91111733012836632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=91111733012836632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/91111733012836632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/91111733012836632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am.html' title='I AM'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/S0Ej2wrT7pI/AAAAAAAAACs/0HAOmiShNa0/s72-c/heart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-1574547510682463251</id><published>2010-01-03T10:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:45:58.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 into 2010</title><content type='html'>Last year I made a resolution to write something everyday on my blog. Whether it be poetry or just some random thoughts. This year I decided I would write when I was moved to write because for one thing the flow just seemed better and secondly, it makes much more sense, well to me at least.  Three days in and I have done one of the things I said I would start doing last year...just carried it over into this year. If I don't agree with what someone says and it emotionally affects me, I am going to let that person know. I am passive-aggressive, non-confrontational, and easy going which is fine by me but sometimes I don't speak what I feel in order to keep the peace. This in turn causes me to hold on to feelings that I shouldn't have if I just speak what I feel. The good thing is I take a moment and think (analyze for those who really know me) before I speak my mind or from my heart. This way not only do I get to express myself but I don't say anything I feel I will regret later. So far this has worked in a positive way and although it may have caused some hurt feelings on either person's part, it opened even more lines of communication. I realize that this newly way of expressing myself may not always have a positive outcome but at least I will not be carrying around emotional stress that could later on lead to unwanted health issues. Stress is a silent killer that many of us are unaware of and should be made aware of and dealt with as much as possible. With all that being said....Happy New Year and may this one be your best year yet!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-1574547510682463251?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/1574547510682463251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=1574547510682463251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1574547510682463251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1574547510682463251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-3-into-2010.html' title='Day 3 into 2010'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4812218004244682187</id><published>2009-12-31T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:41:10.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So There Goes 2009</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how fast '09 has gone by. I remember when I was younger and a year seemed like a lifetime but now it's almost like the blink of an eye. I have had some good and some not so good moments this year but they have all been a great experience to add more character to me. I use to make resolutions but never was able to stick with them so instead I have set personal goals aside that I would hope to complete. These goals aren't a must do but they are somethings I hope to do to enhance my life. My passion for writing never seems to die and I started off very strong in the beginning of the year but some life experiences cause me to slow my writing down. That is something I plan to change no matter how tired or uninterested I may be. It is a fire that burns in me constantly and I need to feed it as much as possible. I also love reading so I plan to do more of that.  I will allow the passions of my life to be more of a priority in my life. Next year is and will be a better year because I will make it so. I also hope that whatever you decide or have planned for 2010....you will succeed beyond your wildest dreams. Time is what you make so make the best of it. Happy New Year and may 2010 be a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4812218004244682187?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4812218004244682187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=4812218004244682187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4812218004244682187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4812218004244682187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-there-goes-2009.html' title='So There Goes 2009'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-3554057925138143699</id><published>2009-12-25T10:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:08:13.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I haven't written anything in a couple of weeks mostly due to life being hectic but I wanted to take this time to write something for this special time of year. Many of us have family and friends to spend this time with and are very blessed to be able to do such. Please take the time to think of those who are sick, shut-in or don't have family to spend this day with and make some time for them. This isn't just about giving and getting gifts but also about sharing, caring and being with loved ones and those who don't have loved ones. I hope that all of you are able to enjoy your holiday season and that it leaves a warm and cozy feeling in your heart! Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-3554057925138143699?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/3554057925138143699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=3554057925138143699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/3554057925138143699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/3554057925138143699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-5114122280662316993</id><published>2009-12-13T06:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T06:05:21.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Still Of The Moment</title><content type='html'>Have you ever sat quietly still &lt;br /&gt;Listening to the voice of your heart&lt;br /&gt;As it quietly speaks of yearning for&lt;br /&gt;Love and passion&lt;br /&gt;Fire in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Every time you walk by&lt;br /&gt;This need&lt;br /&gt;This desire &lt;br /&gt;That has to be met&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat quietly &lt;br /&gt;Letting your heart, mind, body, and soul communicate as one&lt;br /&gt;I need that&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have that&lt;br /&gt;Desire that&lt;br /&gt;Want that&lt;br /&gt;Would almost die for that&lt;br /&gt;Harmony in my soul&lt;br /&gt;A love of my own&lt;br /&gt;Where time stands still &lt;br /&gt;When I want it to&lt;br /&gt;Stands still so as to watch you&lt;br /&gt;As you sleep&lt;br /&gt;The way your lips curve as you dream&lt;br /&gt;The way your hands reach out for me&lt;br /&gt;In your sleep&lt;br /&gt;The way your eyes shift&lt;br /&gt;From vivid dreams&lt;br /&gt;Probably remembering&lt;br /&gt;Last night's sexual fantasy reality&lt;br /&gt;That gave you the orgasm&lt;br /&gt;To put you fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;Still in all your deep slumber&lt;br /&gt;You reach out for me&lt;br /&gt;Pull me close&lt;br /&gt;Whisper gently softly&lt;br /&gt;That we are connected&lt;br /&gt;Mind, body, heart, and soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Moment'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-2490744313367392526</id><published>2009-12-05T14:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:33:36.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness of writer's block</title><content type='html'>i can't believe all these thoughts floating around in my head&lt;br /&gt;but I can't make them come together to create a sound&lt;br /&gt;a sound of music melody from my heart&lt;br /&gt;sending vibrations to the drums of your ear&lt;br /&gt;there are days when I want to write until my fingers fall off&lt;br /&gt;then there are days when I can't even get my mind right&lt;br /&gt;there are days when I am lost...or at a loss for words&lt;br /&gt;days when there is an over-flow&lt;br /&gt;and then days when I just can't just can't get right&lt;br /&gt;but the writer in me the passion in me&lt;br /&gt;only allows this to last for so long&lt;br /&gt;even if the words don't rhyme&lt;br /&gt;they make sense to me and&lt;br /&gt;that is the most important part right&lt;br /&gt;of course i would prefer if you'd be moved&lt;br /&gt;maybe inspired to spill your soul &lt;br /&gt;onto this blank canvas we call paper&lt;br /&gt;computer screen or where ever you feel the need&lt;br /&gt;to place words on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-2490744313367392526?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/2490744313367392526/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7799145104472056274</id><published>2009-11-12T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:59:15.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If You</title><content type='html'>If you care for me&lt;br /&gt;I will care for you&lt;br /&gt;If you love me&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;If you back me&lt;br /&gt;I will back you&lt;br /&gt;But if you screw me over&lt;br /&gt;I will ask God to forgive you&lt;br /&gt;And keep my distance from you&lt;br /&gt;But still love you just the same&lt;br /&gt;I don't give because I have to&lt;br /&gt;I give because God gives to me&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot appreciate the genuine &lt;br /&gt;Friendship or love that I offer&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve me anyway&lt;br /&gt;For I am a gift within itself&lt;br /&gt;But you have to be special enough&lt;br /&gt;To open and reveal the beauty that is held within&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7799145104472056274?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7799145104472056274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7799145104472056274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7799145104472056274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7799145104472056274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you.html' title='If You'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-2152623064161110100</id><published>2009-11-11T06:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:13:07.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Feeling Me</title><content type='html'>My heart's playing tricks on me&lt;br /&gt;Making me believe in alternate realities&lt;br /&gt;Are you really feeling me&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the orgasm &lt;br /&gt;I give you when I put my mouth there&lt;br /&gt;The warmth you say drives you crazy&lt;br /&gt;But are you really feeling me&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the fire of passion in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Or are you blinded by only your desire&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the gentleness in my touch&lt;br /&gt;Notice how it isn't rushed&lt;br /&gt;Are you really feeling me&lt;br /&gt;My mind tells me it's a figment of&lt;br /&gt;My imagination&lt;br /&gt;This possibility of you and me  &lt;br /&gt;Living in love and all its possibilities&lt;br /&gt;It's only an alternate reality&lt;br /&gt;Of you really feeling me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-2152623064161110100?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/2152623064161110100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=2152623064161110100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2152623064161110100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2152623064161110100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-feeling-me.html' title='Are You Feeling Me'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7697995931142448674</id><published>2009-11-07T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:13:20.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>all that glitters ain't gold</title><content type='html'>All that glitters ain't gold&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I sparkle doesn't mean &lt;br /&gt;You should be sold&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning I'm shiny and new&lt;br /&gt;But after it begins to wear off &lt;br /&gt;My true colors shine through&lt;br /&gt;The mask comes off&lt;br /&gt;My smile becomes a frown&lt;br /&gt;And the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;Consumes your soul&lt;br /&gt;All that glitters ain't gold&lt;br /&gt;I'm now no longer new&lt;br /&gt;Just old&lt;br /&gt;Consumed your youth&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams &lt;br /&gt;Your hopes&lt;br /&gt;Love you once knew&lt;br /&gt;I am the grim reaper&lt;br /&gt;Here to steal &lt;br /&gt;Your soul&lt;br /&gt;So live everyday&lt;br /&gt;As if it's your last&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I come&lt;br /&gt;Knocking at your door&lt;br /&gt;There will be only one thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll take hold&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Will change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or cause me to look the other way&lt;br /&gt;For I am the Grim Reaper&lt;br /&gt;Here to steal your soul&lt;div 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gold'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-8605941095271191598</id><published>2009-11-02T05:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T05:53:07.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stained Tears</title><content type='html'>Tears stained her pillow&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't feel the pain anymore&lt;br /&gt;But yet when she thought of him&lt;br /&gt;Her anger was no longer her issue&lt;br /&gt;She knew he was the root&lt;br /&gt;Of all her pain&lt;br /&gt;But she refused to give him claim&lt;br /&gt;She refused to allow him to think&lt;br /&gt;He had the power to &lt;br /&gt;Prevent her from living&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't give him the &lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Of conquering her soul&lt;br /&gt;She's moved on&lt;br /&gt;Found a new lover&lt;br /&gt;One who saw past his pain&lt;br /&gt;Saw her for whom she was&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Tears stained her pillow&lt;br /&gt;Nor longer tears of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Alas tears of joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-8605941095271191598?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/8605941095271191598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=8605941095271191598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8605941095271191598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8605941095271191598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/11/stained-tears.html' title='Stained Tears'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4587106814625291804</id><published>2009-10-19T00:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:54:14.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My mind wanders&lt;br /&gt;My eyes need slumber&lt;br /&gt;My body needs tender&lt;br /&gt;Roughness&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to levels&lt;br /&gt;Of pure ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;The feel of him deeply inside me&lt;br /&gt;Not gently&lt;br /&gt;Roughly&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me to climax&lt;br /&gt;After climax&lt;br /&gt;As beads of sweat &lt;br /&gt;Run down the small of my back&lt;br /&gt;Between my thighs&lt;br /&gt;The mixture of our&lt;br /&gt;Juices&lt;br /&gt;Fills the room with the scent of&lt;br /&gt;Sex&lt;br /&gt;Roughness&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me, him to pure&lt;br /&gt;Ecstasy &lt;br /&gt;He's finding that spot from behind&lt;br /&gt;I slowly grind&lt;br /&gt;Knees weak&lt;br /&gt;From him thrusting&lt;br /&gt;Deeply inside me&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;Finding me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4587106814625291804?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4507011556710502599</id><published>2009-10-17T13:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:51:55.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Danced With Me</title><content type='html'>With his hand in my hand, he embraced me for the very first time as his wife. I was in my wedding gown and him in his tux. I never thought we would make it to this point. The beginning was a rough start but my heart wouldn’t give up. I knew he was the one, just didn’t know when our love would take place. When I closed my eyes sometimes, I would see us dancing and I knew that it had to be more than a dream. Time was only waiting for the two of us to get it together. The record began to play and as the sound of Lifehouse’s “Everything” began to blast from the speakers, my heart began to skip a beat as he attempted to sing the lyrics in my ear. Tears filled my eyes and as they rolled down my face, I reached a level of happiness I had never known before. Many of the guest looked surprised because they were unfamiliar with the song but as they listened to the lyrics, they realized that it fit the moment perfectly. I struggled many times with this song because I knew it represented everything that I ever felt for him but had doubts he would ever open up enough to see that the love I had inside my heart was only for him. He was my "Everything" and now I could spend the rest of my life showing him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4507011556710502599?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4507011556710502599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=4507011556710502599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4507011556710502599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4507011556710502599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-danced-with-me.html' title='He Danced With Me'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4783551873605240309</id><published>2009-10-17T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:08:20.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>101st</title><content type='html'>So this is my 101st post and I can't believe I have written so many post. Today is also Sweetest Day and I think it should be for the men but that is my opinion. There are a lot of men out there who do good by and for the person in their life and don't get recognized enough for it. So if you have that kind of guy in your life, today is a good day to show him just how much he means to you. Men are known not to show their emotions but I am sure that sometimes they would like to be ravished and spoiled as they do for us. If you don't have a sweetie then today would be a good day to spoil and ravish your own self. It's all about love and it is something we need and should make a priority in our lives and so sometimes you have to go out of the way to show such emotion. You never know just what you may get in return. As I always say, love is the ultimate self-expression, so go out and express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4783551873605240309?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4783551873605240309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=4783551873605240309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4783551873605240309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4783551873605240309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/10/101st.html' title='101st'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-5468711808449762766</id><published>2009-10-13T05:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T05:56:41.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>It's all a mirage&lt;br /&gt;What you see&lt;br /&gt;Isn't what you get&lt;br /&gt;Broken in many pieces&lt;br /&gt;And no one has put me back together yet&lt;br /&gt;It's my own fault&lt;br /&gt;For believing in shit&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't really exist&lt;br /&gt;Yet just when I think&lt;br /&gt;The reality of it all is to be&lt;br /&gt;My mind plays tricks on me&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes along&lt;br /&gt;Only cause it doesn't know any better&lt;br /&gt;Been sold a pipe dream&lt;br /&gt;Off someone else's history&lt;br /&gt;But yet my reality is the &lt;br /&gt;Possibility of never seeing you again&lt;br /&gt;And you moving along&lt;br /&gt;Breaking into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;To give you the glue&lt;br /&gt;To hold it all together&lt;br /&gt;Yet my mind tells my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it easily follows&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't know any better&lt;br /&gt;Yet the pieces began to form&lt;br /&gt;They gather into a shape&lt;br /&gt;And alas time&lt;br /&gt;Has made me whole once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-5468711808449762766?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/5468711808449762766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=5468711808449762766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5468711808449762766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5468711808449762766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7126101309763741130</id><published>2009-10-12T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:00:24.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only In My Dreams</title><content type='html'>I thought I was done &lt;br /&gt;Finally over you&lt;br /&gt;But when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My heart still finds you&lt;br /&gt;Yearns for you&lt;br /&gt;I feel your hands all over my body&lt;br /&gt;My lips savoring the taste of you&lt;br /&gt;But only in my dreams do I find you&lt;br /&gt;I wake up moist between my thighs&lt;br /&gt;From dreams of you inside &lt;br /&gt;Giving me thrusts of pleasure I've only known&lt;br /&gt;For a short while&lt;br /&gt;It almost seems real &lt;br /&gt;Until I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you aren't beside me&lt;br /&gt;Fast asleep from all&lt;br /&gt;The night before activity&lt;br /&gt;Yet for a few moments&lt;br /&gt;I bask in an afterglow&lt;br /&gt;Of the physical we shared &lt;br /&gt;Only moments ago&lt;br /&gt;It's as if my heart and mind are playing tricks on me&lt;br /&gt;Making me believe in a reality&lt;br /&gt;That no longer exist for you and me&lt;br /&gt;So when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And fall fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;I will only see you in my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7126101309763741130?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7126101309763741130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7126101309763741130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7126101309763741130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7126101309763741130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-in-my-dreams.html' title='Only In My Dreams'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-8830132549714372294</id><published>2009-10-05T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:30:56.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Lovely Locs Of Mine</title><content type='html'>It's the intricate weave of twisted strands&lt;br /&gt;Moving so effortlessly in the wind&lt;br /&gt;They neither make me nor break me&lt;br /&gt;Just add compliments to my skin&lt;br /&gt;My hands have a constant love affair&lt;br /&gt;Discovering new places to get lost in&lt;br /&gt;From beginning to end&lt;br /&gt;Those lovely locs of mine&lt;br /&gt;Never would I have thought &lt;br /&gt;They would give me such pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And at times such pain&lt;br /&gt;But yet they are one of the many features&lt;br /&gt;That defines who I am&lt;br /&gt;They are bold in color &lt;br /&gt;Come in many shapes and forms&lt;br /&gt;They neither make me nor break me&lt;br /&gt;More apart of who I am&lt;br /&gt;They are like the crown&lt;br /&gt;Of distant travels past&lt;br /&gt;Embraced in the present&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated in the future&lt;br /&gt;Those lovely locs of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-8830132549714372294?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/8830132549714372294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=8830132549714372294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8830132549714372294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8830132549714372294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/10/those-lovely-locs-of-mine.html' title='Those Lovely Locs Of Mine'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7818455770504996163</id><published>2009-10-03T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:23:26.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Have you ever listened to a song and it took you back to a place that made you feel warm inside, caused you fear, or brought a smile to your face? What was it about that song that just made you feel so good, not so good or brought a smile to your face? I talk about music on occasion because it always gives me some kind of emotion that I can either feed off of and write or a moment that is only for me to feel and experience. It is to me one of the many powerful instruments we have today that can gather a crowd, move an audience or even change the world. So what song takes you back to a special place in your life when everything seemed to be in sync and nothing else in the world mattered? Right now at this very moment which is 2:17 pm, on this 3rd day of October I am listening to music from the 70's which has a disco feel to it and doesn't actually remind me of a moment in my life but early days of my childhood when this music was quite popular. The song I am listening to is "Can you feel the force". Never heard it before today but it is sometimes for me nice to go outside the box and listen to something I wouldn't normally listen to. I am a fan of all music and as I have said today and many times before, life without music would be a hard life to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7818455770504996163?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7818455770504996163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7818455770504996163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7818455770504996163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7818455770504996163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/10/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-6717832188078959570</id><published>2009-09-30T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:03:31.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe That's Why</title><content type='html'>I always wondered why God didn't bless me with a son&lt;br /&gt;He knew I'd worry about his everyday safety to and from&lt;br /&gt;He's just a baby trying to find his way but yet having to battle for his life everyday&lt;br /&gt;Causing me gray hairs and wrinkles before my time&lt;br /&gt;Only cause I wanna protect what's mine&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know he has to grow up and be a man&lt;br /&gt;But how can he if I'm trying to shield him from everything&lt;br /&gt;He's my baby and that's what I'd say&lt;br /&gt;And he'd just tell me I'm gettin in his way&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna protect what's mine&lt;br /&gt;But he has to learn on his own in due time&lt;br /&gt;But the lessons are above his head&lt;br /&gt;And he isn't fully equipped yet&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told him his peers of the same age&lt;br /&gt;Would or could be the cause of his demise one day&lt;br /&gt;But yet when he looks in my eyes and say's it'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying he'll return home that day&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's my baby and I gotta protect what's mine&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's why a son wasn't in my design&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-6717832188078959570?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/6717832188078959570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=6717832188078959570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6717832188078959570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6717832188078959570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe-thats-why.html' title='Maybe That&apos;s Why'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4803765573061936555</id><published>2009-09-27T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:41:15.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only to Listen</title><content type='html'>My heart holds on&lt;br /&gt;Even when my mind is trying to move on&lt;br /&gt;It's a daily struggle&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I get weak&lt;br /&gt;Because it's as if my heart has a mind of its own&lt;br /&gt;She's holding on to memories&lt;br /&gt;That seem more like a reality&lt;br /&gt;But my mind wants to put an end &lt;br /&gt;To the melodrama&lt;br /&gt;Cause it feels like a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;A waste of resources&lt;br /&gt;But the guard is up &lt;br /&gt;And no one seems to be getting through&lt;br /&gt;No matter how good they may sound&lt;br /&gt;My heart still holds on&lt;br /&gt;My mind fights to stay in charge&lt;br /&gt;It's a daily struggle &lt;br /&gt;Between body, heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;The winner isn't important&lt;br /&gt;But unison is desired&lt;br /&gt;And yet it is a daily struggle&lt;br /&gt;If only to listen to what the head says&lt;br /&gt;So that the heart can move on&lt;br /&gt;And no longer feel the need to feel&lt;br /&gt;This pain of missing you&lt;br /&gt;More than you'll ever know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4803765573061936555?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4803765573061936555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=4803765573061936555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4803765573061936555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4803765573061936555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-only-to-listen.html' title='If Only to Listen'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-1313703224629245618</id><published>2009-09-23T06:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:28:26.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we get caught up in the major things&lt;br /&gt;Miss out on the minor things &lt;br /&gt;That make up the major&lt;br /&gt;Love is not complicated&lt;br /&gt;But yet we make it that way&lt;br /&gt;We take for granted those who are here&lt;br /&gt;But yet could be gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a guarantee&lt;br /&gt;Like when you buy a new car&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised so live for today&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait to tell those that you love them&lt;br /&gt;Just cause you assume you have another day&lt;br /&gt;Time is always of the essence and should be cherished&lt;br /&gt;Don't just live for this moment &lt;br /&gt;But all the moments life has to offer&lt;br /&gt;Give your best and sometimes your last&lt;br /&gt;And God will always take care of you&lt;br /&gt;You may not understand his method&lt;br /&gt;But he always comes through in the madness&lt;br /&gt;And you come out anew&lt;br /&gt;And it's simply because he loves you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get caught up in the major&lt;br /&gt;Miss out on the minor&lt;br /&gt;That make up the major&lt;br /&gt;Never let life, love or laughter pass you by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-1313703224629245618?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/1313703224629245618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=1313703224629245618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1313703224629245618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1313703224629245618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-6814196307264562873</id><published>2009-09-18T06:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:25:09.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Easily Broken</title><content type='html'>My heart has had many journeys&lt;br /&gt;I thought my journey would end with you&lt;br /&gt;But alas you were not ready to make me your final destination&lt;br /&gt;I should be crushed&lt;br /&gt;Sad, can't eat, sleep, or heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;But I am not easily broken&lt;br /&gt;You lead me to believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Feel you&lt;br /&gt;Accept you as you are&lt;br /&gt;Understand you&lt;br /&gt;Give to you&lt;br /&gt;Still you weren't quite ready &lt;br /&gt;For all that I have to offer&lt;br /&gt;I am not easily broken&lt;br /&gt;Memories of past encounters&lt;br /&gt;Still bring a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;Anger does not consume me&lt;br /&gt;Passion still feels me&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;Guides me&lt;br /&gt;I am not easily broken&lt;br /&gt;I shed not one tear&lt;br /&gt;For I already know that&lt;br /&gt;One day you're gonna wake up&lt;br /&gt;Reach for me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;But you aren't quite ready yet&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to find your way&lt;br /&gt;It's okay&lt;br /&gt;I understand&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard thing to embrace&lt;br /&gt;Someone wanting to be the ending of your beginning&lt;br /&gt;To give more than you ask&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what&lt;br /&gt;Not easily broken&lt;br /&gt;I am the yolk that makes us balanced&lt;br /&gt;The ying to your yang&lt;br /&gt;My heart already knows&lt;br /&gt;You are the better part of me&lt;br /&gt;I am the better part of you&lt;br /&gt;Still I am not easily broken&lt;br /&gt;When you are ready to face what was already set into place&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;Arms stretched wide&lt;br /&gt;Heart filled with unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;For I am not easily broken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-6814196307264562873?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/6814196307264562873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=6814196307264562873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6814196307264562873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6814196307264562873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-easily-broken.html' title='Not Easily Broken'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-6205423828095728312</id><published>2009-09-14T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:15:04.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Gonna Work</title><content type='html'>You think when you're in it&lt;br /&gt;It's what you want&lt;br /&gt;But then you realize that your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Was what you wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;That you still wanna play the field&lt;br /&gt;Or just make sure you're not really&lt;br /&gt;Missing out on "The One"&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside you know that isn't really the reason&lt;br /&gt;You're afraid of the exposure&lt;br /&gt;The vulnerability of someone&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the core of you&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you emotionally naked &lt;br /&gt;Seeing the bad and wondering about the good&lt;br /&gt;The ugly side that we all have but some&lt;br /&gt;Keep in check better than others&lt;br /&gt;So you run and hide behind the wall of convenience&lt;br /&gt;Hoping reality will not be&lt;br /&gt;And you can continue playing the field&lt;br /&gt;Denying your heart&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lonely and confused&lt;br /&gt;Because you knew he/she was "The One" from the start&lt;br /&gt;But the feelings are so intense that even when you try to hide&lt;br /&gt;They find you and hunt you in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;So now you say&lt;br /&gt;"I must get out"&lt;br /&gt;It isn't quite so simple&lt;br /&gt;The heart doesn't lie&lt;br /&gt;The mind plays tricks on you&lt;br /&gt;To protect the ego&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how hard u fight&lt;br /&gt;You cannot run from the truth of the matter&lt;br /&gt;The heart always wins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-6205423828095728312?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/6205423828095728312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=6205423828095728312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6205423828095728312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6205423828095728312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-gonna-work.html' title='It&apos;s Not Gonna Work'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-6294247207982184177</id><published>2009-09-12T08:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:14:50.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is The Sound Of Music</title><content type='html'>When I am sad it comforts my soul&lt;br /&gt;When I am happy it motivates me even more&lt;br /&gt;When I am melancholy it embraces me&lt;br /&gt;When I am uninspired it inspires me&lt;br /&gt;It brings about the emotions that are buried so deep within&lt;br /&gt;Tears when they need to fall&lt;br /&gt;Smiles when they need to shine&lt;br /&gt;Music comforts my soul&lt;br /&gt;Gives me something to look forward to and some place to go &lt;br /&gt;When there is no where else&lt;br /&gt;Music helps me relate, relax and release&lt;br /&gt;It is the sound that carries me through&lt;br /&gt;Music is in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-6294247207982184177?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/6294247207982184177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=6294247207982184177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6294247207982184177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6294247207982184177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-is-sound-of-music.html' title='It Is The Sound Of Music'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-3024368324429411461</id><published>2009-09-07T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:45:26.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday And It's Not Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SqVw1Kg_HUI/AAAAAAAAABg/ICuVkSb9OAA/s1600-h/birthday_cake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SqVw1Kg_HUI/AAAAAAAAABg/ICuVkSb9OAA/s200/birthday_cake.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378829388622011714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on this day 34 years ago, God saw fit to allow me to have presence in his world. I know most people think that a birthday is just another day but I beg to differ. It is the one day of the year that you have the right to celebrate the existence of you and no one else can say a thing about it. I use to think it had to be made lavish and all but the fact that so many people are not fortunate to see another year, just making it here is good enough for me. I guess in my reality I make it a big deal because I feel that it is a special time of the year and that each person should have the chance to feel that specialness no matter how many other times through out the year they are allowed to. So on this day I am celebrating me and the joy of seeing another day and year. I hope that when your birthday comes you will if not already do the same thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-3024368324429411461?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/3024368324429411461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=3024368324429411461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/3024368324429411461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/3024368324429411461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-my-birthday-and-its-not-just.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday And It&apos;s Not Just Another Day'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SqVw1Kg_HUI/AAAAAAAAABg/ICuVkSb9OAA/s72-c/birthday_cake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-2087030640787521224</id><published>2009-08-31T19:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:33:44.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>Decisons that need to be made&lt;br /&gt;Don't always come easy&lt;br /&gt;But yet a path less traveled&lt;br /&gt;Will limit the experience&lt;br /&gt;To persevere through something much harder&lt;br /&gt;And then your strength will go untested&lt;br /&gt;You will not see what you are really made of&lt;br /&gt;Heartache, disappointment are a part of some of life's trials and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;Success, survival are some of many of life's rewards&lt;br /&gt;The good with the bad&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll never have balance&lt;br /&gt;The up and the down &lt;br /&gt;Or you'll never know perseverance&lt;br /&gt;Decisions that need to be made&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey&lt;br /&gt;You only travel when you live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-2087030640787521224?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/2087030640787521224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=2087030640787521224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2087030640787521224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2087030640787521224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/08/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-6228357426585838442</id><published>2009-08-26T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:09:12.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspended In Time</title><content type='html'>My heart objects to the idea of letting you go&lt;br /&gt;My mind has already left you as you were&lt;br /&gt;You don't see it yet but you're clouded by all your own issues&lt;br /&gt;To notice I really do love you&lt;br /&gt;I have my days when I am strong&lt;br /&gt;Then there are days I am weak&lt;br /&gt;But my love for you presses on&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand it&lt;br /&gt;And yet I cannot deny it &lt;br /&gt;That somehow you will see&lt;br /&gt;Just how simple my love can be&lt;br /&gt;So all the days that pass&lt;br /&gt;When I do not hear from you&lt;br /&gt;My love will continue to sustain for you&lt;br /&gt;And when you find the need to return&lt;br /&gt;I will be here for you&lt;br /&gt;Because that is what real love will do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-6228357426585838442?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/6228357426585838442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=6228357426585838442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6228357426585838442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6228357426585838442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/08/suspended-in-time.html' title='Suspended In Time'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-8422054250435281688</id><published>2009-08-13T06:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:52:43.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Conclusion Is</title><content type='html'>I wish I didn't love you&lt;br /&gt;Then it wouldn't hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;To walk away and not follow my ♥​&lt;br /&gt;My ♥​ tells me I should stay wait it out&lt;br /&gt;Because she feels you so much&lt;br /&gt;But my mind is tired of the guessing game&lt;br /&gt;Haven't quite figured out all the answers&lt;br /&gt;But came to the conclusion that moving on&lt;br /&gt;Is better for the both of us&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we seem so good together&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time almost a bad habit to break&lt;br /&gt;A chemical reaction to love's overdose&lt;br /&gt;Complications from silent thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty of positions being held in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;So we travel in this cosmic circle not sure of where we belong&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to speak on it just in case we're wrong&lt;br /&gt;My time is precious and I don't use it sparingly &lt;br /&gt;Yet your expectations change daily&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am&lt;br /&gt;I feel what I feel&lt;br /&gt;I will not apologize for &lt;br /&gt;Believing in love and loving you&lt;br /&gt;Just sorry you couldn't believe in &lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-8422054250435281688?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/8422054250435281688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=8422054250435281688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8422054250435281688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8422054250435281688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-conclusion-is.html' title='And The Conclusion Is'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4381466889159421580</id><published>2009-08-10T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:06:02.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Next Lifetime</title><content type='html'>You have been my muse&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you from the very beginning&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my love is just not enough&lt;br /&gt;To sustain you&lt;br /&gt;So I must go on&lt;br /&gt;Let you be&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day &lt;br /&gt;You'll come back to me&lt;br /&gt;It was simple for me&lt;br /&gt;Complicated for you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have to be that way&lt;br /&gt;My love was here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to love you&lt;br /&gt;Share my ♥​ and soul&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my love is just not enough&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next lifetime&lt;br /&gt;We'll be&lt;br /&gt;As one&lt;br /&gt;Souls joined together&lt;br /&gt;Forming a union&lt;br /&gt;Where no man can put us&lt;br /&gt;Asunder &lt;br /&gt;My love will always be here for you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Your love will be there for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4381466889159421580?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4381466889159421580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=4381466889159421580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4381466889159421580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/Sn-ka8EUSrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/F0Iw3dXHm7Q/s1600-h/chocolateREX_468x4812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/Sn-ka8EUSrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/F0Iw3dXHm7Q/s200/chocolateREX_468x4812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368190063556709042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate layers&lt;br /&gt;Hands strewn across&lt;br /&gt;Begging reaching for more&lt;br /&gt;Long limber&lt;br /&gt;Moving ever so gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sure not to miss a spot&lt;br /&gt;Giving flow that feels so good&lt;br /&gt;Finding that spot hidden beneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the prowl like a lion&lt;br /&gt;Searching for his prey&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping his arm around your waist&lt;br /&gt;Giving pleasure that's more than can be handled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate layers&lt;br /&gt;Hands strewn across&lt;br /&gt;Long limber&lt;br /&gt;Moving ever so gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for places missed&lt;br /&gt;By his lips&lt;br /&gt;Giving pleasure unspoken off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate layers&lt;br /&gt;Hands strewn across&lt;br /&gt;Long limber&lt;br /&gt;Moving ever so gently&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-1780861004917969427?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/1780861004917969427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=1780861004917969427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1780861004917969427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1780861004917969427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-in-his-essence.html' title='It&apos;s In His Essence'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/Sn-ka8EUSrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/F0Iw3dXHm7Q/s72-c/chocolateREX_468x4812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-3327625192689152767</id><published>2009-08-06T07:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:42:12.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/Sn-lGecTvgI/AAAAAAAAABY/agzhDdz6jW8/s1600-h/changethoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/Sn-lGecTvgI/AAAAAAAAABY/agzhDdz6jW8/s200/changethoughts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368190811518516738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading on the train this morning I came across a paragraph that touched me in an unexpected way. "Man was created with the woman hidden in his being. God then skillfully brings out of him that hidden part called woman. She was taken "out of him." Her removal left a void and this creates man's attraction for her. She was the softer side of him. She was his tenderness, and those emotions he couldn't share. She was the tears that would not fall, the passion he didn't allow himself to feel, and the trembling compassion that he could never express. When he makes love to her, he is actually embracing the softer side of himself. He is holding all that he is unable to say in his arms and loving it, touching it, stroking the part of his being that wishes it could be held, and if he is wise, he does it with all his strength. Tenderness, sensuality, and passion erupt when he has the knowledge that he is somehow making love to the softer side of himself." I never thought of the creation of woman in this sense. Thing is it doesn't seem like men and women embrace this theory now a days. We are so afraid to show our true selves or even our softer sides because we don't want to get hurt. Don't want to be taken advantage of, so we hide behind this shield hoping that no one can penetrate it enough to expose our vulnerabilities. How long does a person have to go on like this whether it be man or woman. Should the wall be made from brick that it would take a jack hammer to break through. Speaking for myself, I don't mind my independence but I would rather have some dependence on a man who has God in his ♥​ and love in his ♥​ than to think I can provide that all on my own. Granted it has to be in me in order for it to be recognized but I am not opposed to expressing or desiring that from a man. Of course this is how I felt the passage related to me and others may view it differently. No matter what experiences I've had or will have dealing with the opposite sex, it will never stop me from believing in love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-3327625192689152767?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/3327625192689152767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=3327625192689152767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/3327625192689152767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/3327625192689152767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/Sn-lGecTvgI/AAAAAAAAABY/agzhDdz6jW8/s72-c/changethoughts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7357856847738659776</id><published>2009-08-04T06:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:59:45.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/hearts/heart_65.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 323px;" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/hearts/heart_65.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run from the way he makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite in control of my emotions &lt;br /&gt;When it comes to him &lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if he knows it&lt;br /&gt;I feel so strongly for him but my fear of being hurt&lt;br /&gt;Prevents me from opening up all the way&lt;br /&gt;He knows some of my feelings &lt;br /&gt;But the depth of them is still unknown&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible that we connect in such a way&lt;br /&gt;But yet have our souls become as one&lt;br /&gt;He is the other part of me&lt;br /&gt;The part I feel God has destined for me&lt;br /&gt;But fear still lives within me&lt;br /&gt;How can I say with such certainty that you are the better part of me&lt;br /&gt;When there are so many roads we have yet to travel &lt;br /&gt;Still I feel as if my life would be missing a great part without you&lt;br /&gt;It's the truth and no matter how many times I've tried to escape it&lt;br /&gt;Fate has a way of making me realize it&lt;br /&gt;So why does so much time pass me by&lt;br /&gt;When I could be with this or that guy&lt;br /&gt;All I really want is you&lt;br /&gt;And no one else will do&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait forever to see the future&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when &lt;br /&gt;Moving on may be better&lt;br /&gt;The reality is the same&lt;br /&gt;But it'd be a shame to lose you&lt;br /&gt;Not ever knowing what it's like to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Really be with you&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how all this time has passed&lt;br /&gt;And I've traveled some paths &lt;br /&gt;That didn't include you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate to have future journeys without you&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain of the next step &lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I should push further&lt;br /&gt;Or leave well enough alone &lt;br /&gt;But life must go on with or without you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can now reveal the truth&lt;br /&gt;Reveal to me what I need to do&lt;br /&gt;To find myself closer to you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait forever&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing&lt;br /&gt;To embark on a journey&lt;br /&gt;That includes you&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be gentle&lt;br /&gt;Take care of your ♥​&lt;br /&gt;It was always my intentions from the start&lt;br /&gt;But you have to be willing to let me in&lt;br /&gt;Find a place where we can began&lt;br /&gt;And build on this chance that God has given us&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I speak out of place&lt;br /&gt;Or not in my turn&lt;br /&gt;But I know what my ♥​ tells me&lt;br /&gt;I know that fire that burns in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Is only for you&lt;br /&gt;So now it's your turn&lt;br /&gt;To tell me&lt;br /&gt;What you're gonna do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7357856847738659776?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7357856847738659776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7357856847738659776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7357856847738659776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7357856847738659776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-3306654647196904022</id><published>2009-07-27T06:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:39:12.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Saturday I had my very first photo shoot that I was completely nervous about. Never did I expect to have so much fun nor see another side of me. The camera embraced me and I saw a beauty in myself that I hadn't noticed before.. I have always been modest and didn't believe in being vain on any kind of level. It isn't wrong I realize to believe in yourself and do allow the beauty within to add confidence to your self-esteem. In the past couple of months I have been doing some internal house cleaning! Packing away things that were no longer of importance, mean me any good or pretend to be your friend in your face but talk negative behind your back. Funny thing about that is, they've got it all wrong anyway. I have become stronger in knowing that I don't have to subject myself to negativity! I don't have to share my body or soul with someone who has no intentions on respecting me, loving me, and embracing me as I am! I deserve better than what I have allowed and will not accept anything less. I know who I am, what I can do and how far I will go so there is no need to compromise my dignity! Funny how spending hours behind a camera brings some light into other aspects of your life. I feel a strong care for someone who has been in my life but feared to speak of it directly because it may push them away. I now realize my ♥​ doesn't lie to me and through everything it has not wavered and if they cannot accept me speakin from MY ♥​ then he isn't enough for me! I always thought that speaking from my ♥​ was too much for a person to handle but I now realize it's a great gift that has helped me in so many aspects of my life. One I thank God for everyday because I will do great things with it through him! So now everyday, I am changing, growing stronger and will reach one of my many ultimate goals. With God, any and everything is possible and I will continue my internal house cleaning journey through him! I will be still, listen and then react on his word for without him I would be nothing. He spared my life as a child for a reason and I am now beginning to see just why! My gift that he has blessed me with should be shared with the world.....it has been his plan from the start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-3306654647196904022?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/3306654647196904022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=3306654647196904022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/3306654647196904022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/3306654647196904022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-8082272403738234749</id><published>2009-07-14T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:34:47.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Being Me</title><content type='html'>I love being me&lt;br /&gt;May not have all the riches and jewels in the world&lt;br /&gt;But I have me&lt;br /&gt;I'm unique in ways that &lt;br /&gt;I am designed to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to compromise &lt;br /&gt;To fulfill a need&lt;br /&gt;All that I need is within me&lt;br /&gt;I love being me&lt;br /&gt;I love the coils of my hair&lt;br /&gt;The curves of my body&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if it doesn't fit in a fashion magazine&lt;br /&gt;I still love being me&lt;br /&gt;I love the dimples that shine when I smile&lt;br /&gt;And the brightness of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;After just getting my eyebrows done&lt;br /&gt;I love the softness of my skin&lt;br /&gt;After a nice hot shower&lt;br /&gt;The bends of my elbows&lt;br /&gt;The scars of play from my childhood&lt;br /&gt;That don't define me&lt;br /&gt;Make up a part of me&lt;br /&gt;The good days&lt;br /&gt;The bad days&lt;br /&gt;The not so certain days&lt;br /&gt;I love being me&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to compromise&lt;br /&gt;Subject my ♥​ or soul to anyone who&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't deserve what I hold&lt;br /&gt;I love being me&lt;br /&gt;I embrace the good&lt;br /&gt;The bad&lt;br /&gt;The happy&lt;br /&gt;The sad&lt;br /&gt;I love being me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-8082272403738234749?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/8082272403738234749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=8082272403738234749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8082272403738234749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8082272403738234749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-being-me.html' title='I Love Being Me'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-615697911654143320</id><published>2009-07-13T05:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:00:30.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I Ever</title><content type='html'>I know how things are suppose to go&lt;br /&gt;I neither put up fuss or fight&lt;br /&gt;Just go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;I like simple non-complicated things&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I feel as if being single&lt;br /&gt;Has lost it's meaning&lt;br /&gt;But I love my freedom&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to expect next&lt;br /&gt;Time presses on and I'm not getting any younger&lt;br /&gt;Should I move on or continue standing&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever give what I so desire in return&lt;br /&gt;Or in the future will my soul burn&lt;br /&gt;Will I miss you if I go this way&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever know what I've missed&lt;br /&gt;Or have I already seen the bliss&lt;br /&gt;I've had my trials and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;But life is all about experiences&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever believe that you'd fall in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever &lt;br /&gt;Give and be all that you need&lt;br /&gt;I am more than what you think you know&lt;br /&gt;More than just a gentle soul&lt;br /&gt;I have a heart that is ready &lt;br /&gt;To show the world&lt;br /&gt;The gift I so possess inside&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever be&lt;br /&gt;All that you need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-615697911654143320?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/615697911654143320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-5827105475457702400</id><published>2009-07-10T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:02:03.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystery of Me</title><content type='html'>The mystery is my simplicity&lt;br /&gt;I flow like a river&lt;br /&gt;Not too fast not too slow&lt;br /&gt;Just enough so you can get the feel of&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of my groove theory&lt;br /&gt; Embracing my hips as if they were designed for the palm of your hands&lt;br /&gt;Tasting my lips as if they were as sweet as honey&lt;br /&gt;Not even a drop left&lt;br /&gt;My sway is to the beat of your heart and the thump of your soul &lt;br /&gt;Simplicity is the mystery of me&lt;br /&gt;Trying to gather my composure of you  &lt;br /&gt;So that when you play the notes&lt;br /&gt;I won't miss a beat&lt;br /&gt;The in the out&lt;br /&gt;The fast the slow&lt;br /&gt;The mystery of me&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-5827105475457702400?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/5827105475457702400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=5827105475457702400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5827105475457702400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5827105475457702400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/07/mystery-of-me.html' title='The Mystery of Me'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-523149660890650969</id><published>2009-07-08T05:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:42:52.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Impression Left</title><content type='html'>And so you've closed your eyes for the last time&lt;br /&gt;Breathing your last breath&lt;br /&gt;What was your Impression Left&lt;br /&gt;Did you make people smile&lt;br /&gt;Fill someone's ♥​ with love&lt;br /&gt;Did you give a lending shoulder&lt;br /&gt;For tears to shed on&lt;br /&gt;An open ear for conversation&lt;br /&gt;To console or cheer on&lt;br /&gt;What's your Impression Left&lt;br /&gt;Did you open your ♥​ to those in need&lt;br /&gt;To those who've wronged you&lt;br /&gt;To those who were unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;Did you put yourself aside&lt;br /&gt;Lend a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;Give when it was needed&lt;br /&gt;What was your Impression Left&lt;br /&gt;Life is only but a one time performance&lt;br /&gt;Here today, gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Will the things you do and give&lt;br /&gt;Allow people to remember you&lt;br /&gt;So I ask of myself and you&lt;br /&gt;What's your impression left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-523149660890650969?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/523149660890650969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-9077117771660821738</id><published>2009-06-26T21:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:40:25.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Take For Granted</title><content type='html'>Time does not stop for anyone&lt;br /&gt;The choices you make are consequences of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;The words that you say&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be taken back&lt;br /&gt;Time does not stop for anyone&lt;br /&gt;We always think we may have so much time&lt;br /&gt;So we put off what we need to say&lt;br /&gt;Put off what we need to do&lt;br /&gt;And then you look up and time has stopped for you&lt;br /&gt;You never had a chance to say what you needed to say&lt;br /&gt;Or do what you needed to do&lt;br /&gt;And so now that person you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say&lt;br /&gt;Do what you need to do&lt;br /&gt;Time does not wait for anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-9077117771660821738?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/9077117771660821738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=9077117771660821738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/9077117771660821738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/9077117771660821738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-take-for-granted.html' title='Not Take For Granted'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-5919352231818631072</id><published>2009-06-26T05:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:09:23.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Are Not Alone"</title><content type='html'>I'm just gonna speak freely from my ♥​. No rhyme, rhythm or flow. Yesterday we lost a great musical icon. Micheal Jackson has been a part of my whole childhood. I loved him because of his musical genius that he shared with the world. He has been involved in many stages of my life and part of my reason of loving music so much. I was ♥​ broken but I know God doesn't make mistakes. I can never say how great his music is/was or how many people he has inspired. No matter his troubles and the changes he went through, it never took away from his ability to give us what we needed from him....music! He was known all over the world and how many people can say they have accomplished this in their lifetime. I hope he is at peace and now performing in the heavens as he has on Earth. He will be greatly missed and his children were so very blessed to have him as a father. No matter what happens now or later, he will forever live in my ♥​!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-5919352231818631072?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/5919352231818631072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=5919352231818631072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5919352231818631072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5919352231818631072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-not-alone.html' title='&quot;You Are Not Alone&quot;'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-763722752574196083</id><published>2009-06-25T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:15:33.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In This House</title><content type='html'>The sound of his voice&lt;br /&gt;Excites me&lt;br /&gt;Moves me&lt;br /&gt;Stirs me up&lt;br /&gt;In ways I've never known&lt;br /&gt;To hold his face within my hands&lt;br /&gt;To be caressed by his gentleness&lt;br /&gt;Is all my ♥​ has ever desired&lt;br /&gt;He has no idea &lt;br /&gt;The depth of my feelings for him&lt;br /&gt;The magnitude of the power of just one thought&lt;br /&gt;The desire within me to give him my all&lt;br /&gt;Nurture him&lt;br /&gt;Take care of him&lt;br /&gt;Love him&lt;br /&gt;He will be my everything&lt;br /&gt;My soul yearns to connect with him&lt;br /&gt;To be made as whole&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling as one in the house of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;I am learning even more patience through&lt;br /&gt;Our journey of becoming one&lt;br /&gt;My ♥​, mind, body and soul &lt;br /&gt;Only desire him&lt;br /&gt;He will be my everything&lt;br /&gt;He will be all that I need&lt;br /&gt;All that I desire&lt;br /&gt;My cup will runneth over&lt;br /&gt;He will be my everything&lt;br /&gt;And in the house of the Lord &lt;br /&gt;We will dwell&lt;br /&gt;He will be my everything&lt;br /&gt;No one else compares to him&lt;br /&gt;No one else can take his place&lt;br /&gt;He is all that I need&lt;br /&gt;He is my everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-763722752574196083?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/763722752574196083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=763722752574196083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/763722752574196083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/763722752574196083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-this-house.html' title='In This House'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-1206112847817537242</id><published>2009-06-21T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:26:40.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!!</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrate all the men who are Father's to their children or someone else's children. Some of us are single parents and the father's of our children aren't involved in their lives but that doesn't mean we shouldn't pay tribute to those who are. In these times it is hard to be a parent and those who work hard to provide for their family should be acknowledged. I am grateful for all the friends I have who are great father's/dad's to their children. I hope they continue to be a strong presence in their children's lives. So my hat goes off to all the Father's who maintain their postion in life....May God bless you now and always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-1206112847817537242?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/1206112847817537242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=1206112847817537242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1206112847817537242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1206112847817537242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-1626855172337394546</id><published>2009-06-20T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:02:17.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Value Yourself</title><content type='html'>Today I listened to a speaker who spoke on the way women carry themselves.&lt;br /&gt;We don't place value on the gift God has given us to procreate and bring life into the world.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I too have given into the temptations of flesh thinking that what he was selling was worth me buying&lt;br /&gt;A real man with real intentions will not require you to devalue yourself. &lt;br /&gt;He should be willing to add value to you.&lt;br /&gt;So when you choose to involve yourself with someone of the opposite sex, you have the right to decide if he'll value or devalue your life.&lt;br /&gt;The gift you have shouldn't be taken lightly or given to just anyone.&lt;br /&gt;We sometimes think that if we don't give into what the man is asking, he will no longer desire us. &lt;br /&gt;If he wants to get to know the real you, that will be the farthest thing from his mind.&lt;br /&gt;He'll want to get to know you before "getting" to know you. &lt;br /&gt;The media has a great influence on how we carry ourselves but never promoting the right way to carry ourselves&lt;br /&gt;So no one will value you, unless you value yourself first and the most precious gift God has given you.&lt;br /&gt;I say again, a real man will add value not devalue you. &lt;br /&gt;Value yourself no matter how hard it may seem. &lt;br /&gt;In the end, you'll be glad you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-1626855172337394546?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/1626855172337394546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=1626855172337394546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1626855172337394546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1626855172337394546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/06/value-yourself.html' title='Value Yourself'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-8070927114353183424</id><published>2009-06-20T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:56:51.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections June 20, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a seminar entitled "The State of The Black Family" and heard Minister Farrakhan speak for the first time. Funny how I allowed the views of someone else to prevent me from ever hearing him speak until now. Of course everything he had to say applied to my life in some kind of way. It has opened my curiosity up into whatever else he has spoken about. Sometimes you can miss out on something wonderful being closed minded. I also believe that maybe I wouldn't have been receptive to what he had to say early on and this was the time I needed to hear him. I am making some changes in my life that will bring my relationship with God closer and he keeps putting me in places to help expedite the move. I realize some things will get into my path and try to detour my journey but this time around I will not allow my journey to be misguided. God has spoken unto my ♥​ and I know what I must do. I know my gift is a gift he has given me to inspire others and I am workin towards doing so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-8070927114353183424?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/8070927114353183424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=8070927114353183424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8070927114353183424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8070927114353183424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/06/reflections-june-20-2009.html' title='Reflections June 20, 2009'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-6700560238854901546</id><published>2009-06-19T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:08:09.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny How</title><content type='html'>Funny how some people want something when they can't have it but don't want it when they can. &lt;br /&gt;Tried to keep it real as best as I know how but yet and still others don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;Not being honest about things in their life&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it's okay to add another person to the mix&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if they can get that first time hit&lt;br /&gt;Not once thinking there will be a time&lt;br /&gt;When they're no longer on a person's mind&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the next level &lt;br /&gt;Don't have time for drama and trouble&lt;br /&gt;Only have one life to live&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather give to those who mean well&lt;br /&gt;And the rest can go to hell&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand I'm nor angry or sad&lt;br /&gt;Just not gonna allow people to keep treatin me bad&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves what they're worth and nobody should treat anyone like dirt&lt;br /&gt;For what you put out there comes back to you and it may not come as you expect it to&lt;br /&gt;So do unto others as you'll have them do unto you&lt;br /&gt;It's a simple basic golden rule&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-6700560238854901546?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7544717492536335506</id><published>2009-06-16T04:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:31:07.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>For a moment I tried to escape the reality&lt;br /&gt;Tried to deny what my ♥​ has been telling me&lt;br /&gt;Even still when I thought I'd had enough&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to be set free&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts always came back to you and me&lt;br /&gt;The more I tried to deny&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you&lt;br /&gt;The more I realized the truth&lt;br /&gt;No one else compares to you&lt;br /&gt;Our level of connection &lt;br /&gt;Is deeper than I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;My life would be missing something&lt;br /&gt;If I no longer knew you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot contain what I know to be true&lt;br /&gt;How deeply I care and am still feeling you&lt;br /&gt;I thought our time came and went&lt;br /&gt;Or the fear to commit&lt;br /&gt;To a unique connection we both share&lt;br /&gt;Which sometimes gives us hesitation&lt;br /&gt;Of the unknown purpose of our paths crossing&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long fate takes&lt;br /&gt;Our purpose in life &lt;br /&gt;Is revealed day by day&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told&lt;br /&gt;My world wouldn't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Without you in it&lt;br /&gt;And so once again &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to express myself to you&lt;br /&gt;It was something I needed to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7544717492536335506?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7544717492536335506/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7871904792011522323</id><published>2009-06-09T05:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:05:29.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning House</title><content type='html'>Old things made anew&lt;br /&gt;Had to find a way to get rid of you&lt;br /&gt;You brought all your baggage from your past&lt;br /&gt;Expecting me to carry your trash&lt;br /&gt;The past is the past &lt;br /&gt;Leave it there&lt;br /&gt;For this is a new house&lt;br /&gt;Letting sunshine in&lt;br /&gt;Giving new meaning to keeping it clean&lt;br /&gt;I cannot carry your burden or emotions weighed in&lt;br /&gt;The past is the past&lt;br /&gt;Leave it there&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on&lt;br /&gt;Clean this house&lt;br /&gt;As it was&lt;br /&gt;Before you came along&lt;br /&gt;I can't clean your windows&lt;br /&gt;If you're still looking wit a heavy ♥​&lt;br /&gt;And malice on your mind&lt;br /&gt;The past is the past &lt;br /&gt;Leave it there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7871904792011522323?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7871904792011522323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7871904792011522323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7871904792011522323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7871904792011522323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/06/cleaning-house.html' title='Cleaning House'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-5532755205555992082</id><published>2009-06-07T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:23:38.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin On</title><content type='html'>My ♥​ will ache for a little while&lt;br /&gt;But my spirit will not be weighed down&lt;br /&gt;I am stronger than I give myself credit for&lt;br /&gt;I am not wrong for expressing myself&lt;br /&gt;For still believing in Love&lt;br /&gt;And wanting to experience all it has to offer&lt;br /&gt;I realize I am cut from a different cloth&lt;br /&gt;And God designed me special &lt;br /&gt;My soul mate has already been revealed&lt;br /&gt;It is not yet our season&lt;br /&gt;Soon our time will come&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for him &lt;br /&gt;Nobody else will make me feel the way he does&lt;br /&gt;He completes me&lt;br /&gt;One day soon&lt;br /&gt;We will be made whole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-5532755205555992082?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/5532755205555992082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=5532755205555992082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5532755205555992082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5532755205555992082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/06/keepin-on.html' title='Keepin On'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-2164237543149818579</id><published>2009-06-05T05:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:34:22.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if you only knew</title><content type='html'>Many days go by&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts always. &lt;br /&gt;Come back to you&lt;br /&gt;I maintain my emotions&lt;br /&gt;Many times not sure &lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;We've connected on so many levels&lt;br /&gt;But yet seem so far apart&lt;br /&gt;Life without u wouldn't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Something I knew from the start&lt;br /&gt;Alas I do whatever is necessary&lt;br /&gt;To have you in my life&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be as a friend&lt;br /&gt;Or partner for life&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew&lt;br /&gt;How deeply I care for you&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew&lt;br /&gt;Life wouldn't be the same without you&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew&lt;br /&gt;You have a special place in my ♥​&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew &lt;br /&gt;I've loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-2164237543149818579?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-1158552572687699302</id><published>2009-06-03T09:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:28:21.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ♥​ speaks but the mind won't listen</title><content type='html'>Funny thing my mind tried to tell her the other day&lt;br /&gt;That love don't live here anymore&lt;br /&gt;But my ♥​ begged to differ&lt;br /&gt;Sayin it lives just buried a little deeper to prevent me&lt;br /&gt;From being broken&lt;br /&gt;My mind said "How many times do you have to be broken just to see, love don't live here anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;My ♥​ refused to listen to my mind no matter how many past memories were displayed&lt;br /&gt;My ♥​ held strong and excepted that some experiences weren't always good but the good ones out weighed the bad&lt;br /&gt;The ♥​ speaks but the mind won't listen&lt;br /&gt;Clouded by the good, the bad and some in-betweens &lt;br /&gt;But my ♥​ remains clear and always open to what the world has to offer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-1158552572687699302?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/1158552572687699302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=1158552572687699302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1158552572687699302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/1158552572687699302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/06/speaks-but-mind-wont-listen.html' title='The ♥​ speaks but the mind won&apos;t listen'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4431900686077065789</id><published>2009-05-28T06:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:52:36.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Perspective</title><content type='html'>I am always to the best of my ability about and promoting positive energy. Even in that aspect there are times that experiences have surfaced that aren't positive and thus require me to vent. I feel that most people would like to have someone in their life that they can share themselves with. Someone to lean on for whatever the reason. Someone who compliments them and has their best interest at ♥​. Of course this is just my opinion but I don't believe I am that far off. Then there are people who have had one or many negative experiences that have caused them to feel the need to shut down emotionally and try to protect their ♥​ and feelings. That is quite understandable but it should not mean you can mistreat or mislead other people who aren't caught up in your protection time. For example the person who's only about sticking and moving but doesn't feel the need to share this information with the person or persons they are entertaining involvement with. They give off the appearance that they would like to be involved but just not exclusively with the person they are currently having this conversation with. Thing is this conversation has taken place with other people and maybe that day even. This to me is an act of selfishness. So not only are you misleading the person, you are also giving them false hope and wasting their time that could be spent on something more productive. The thing is some people are only looking for a stick n move type situation and being up front may just surprise you. Not being up front could result in not quite so favorable results. The one thing that remains constant is you reap what u sow! So you have to be willing to accept what you'll get back based on what you've put out. Personally this type of person irks the crap out of me cause they try to be slick and don't care who gets hurt just as long as they get what they need or want. But it takes all kind to make the world go around. Next is the person who already has a full plate but finds the need to add more as if what they already have going on isn't enough. This person to me is jus down right greedy and selfish. If you've already got a bunch of open relationships that you can hardly maintain, why try to add more. In the long run you only end up hurting yourself because you wear yourself down trying to keep up with a bunch of different people. More than likely in the end you'll end up alone cause you'll lose yourself in all the madness. There's the person who is emotionally unavailable and hasn't quite healed from a previous experience but still gets involved while bringing past issues with them. Then placing expectations on a person who has nothing to do with what has happened in the past. In retrospect being honest about this may get favorable results. Some people if they genuinely want to be with you are willing to work with you while helping you deal with and get over past experiences. The thing is they have to know beforehand so that they can prepare for the road they have ahead of them. &lt;br /&gt;Although there are so many other types of things people do to other people that aren't on the up n up, these are the one's that I hear about or have experienced the most. I believe in being upfront and honest with a person explaining where I am coming from. I can't honestly say I have always been but past experiences have taught me that it is the best way to do things. Maybe some will be offended by my thoughts and if so, it should make you wonder why. This however is all in my opinion and from experiences of my own or that have been shared with me. I do believe that everyone wants love and to be loved but they need to find a way to open their hearts and let love in....fear out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4431900686077065789?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4431900686077065789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=4431900686077065789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4431900686077065789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4431900686077065789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-my-perspective.html' title='From My Perspective'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7139105451381694839</id><published>2009-05-24T09:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:10:03.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will Acknowledge Him</title><content type='html'>Today I acknowledge God and all that he has, is and will do for me. There use to be a time that I was ashamed to speak about God and my belief in him. How I can not want to share with the world all the wonderful things he has done for me. I admit I take some things for granted but I have made it my purpose not to forget what God has done for me and to not take it for granted!! When things don't go as planned or I am faced with difficulty, I have now found myself looking at it as God's way of building up my strength. I look for the silver lining and always say "I will get through this, with God I will get through this!" God has a plan for me, a purpose that he wants me to carry through and I have been running from that purpose most of my life but I now know that I can no longer run. No longer can I deny what God wants me to do. He has given me so much wonderfulness and I don't want him to take that away or miss out on more of the wonderfulness he has in store for me. It amazes me that God can always find a way to speak to your ♥​ and make you listen even when you least expect him to. He has given me many of my hearts desires as it seems and I need to show him my gratefulness for answering my prayer and to continue to nourish what he has given me.  So from this day forth I will acknowledge him in all my ways and not be ashamed to tell the world about all of his wonderfulness and blessings he has stowed upon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7139105451381694839?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7139105451381694839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7139105451381694839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7139105451381694839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7139105451381694839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-will-acknowledge-him.html' title='I will Acknowledge Him'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4505759628442770865</id><published>2009-05-18T23:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:04:51.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are Gonna Be</title><content type='html'>There are gonna be some days when I'm just not feeling you&lt;br /&gt;Some days when you won't feel me too&lt;br /&gt;There are gonna be some days when listening to you will get on my last nerve&lt;br /&gt;Some days when listening to me will get on your last nerves too&lt;br /&gt;There are gonna be some days when the sight of you angers me&lt;br /&gt;Some days when the sight of me angers you&lt;br /&gt;There are gonna be some days when I just can't get enough of you&lt;br /&gt;Some days when you can't get enough of me too&lt;br /&gt;There are gonna be some days when the sight of you turns me on&lt;br /&gt;Some days when the sight of me turns you on too&lt;br /&gt;There are gonna be some days when I'll fall in love with you all over again&lt;br /&gt;Some days when you'll fall in love with me all over again too&lt;br /&gt;There are gonna be everyday that I am grateful for you&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you'll be grateful for me too&lt;br /&gt;There are gonna be everyday that I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you'll love me too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4505759628442770865?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-8556742804340567329</id><published>2009-05-18T00:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:18:36.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Outside Looking In</title><content type='html'>The window was dirty no matter how many times I tried to clean it,&lt;br /&gt;it remained the same.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I no longer needed you, wanted you, desired you, &lt;br /&gt;but I still do just the same.&lt;br /&gt;As I look through this window I see, &lt;br /&gt;that you have moved on from me.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling the way I use to make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing the way I use to make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Kissing "her" the way you use to kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;I try yet again to clean this dirty window as I looked in.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted, needed to see the face of the woman who, &lt;br /&gt;gives you all that I once gave you.&lt;br /&gt;I leaned in closer tried to see, then I realized, &lt;br /&gt;the woman looking back out was me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-8556742804340567329?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/8556742804340567329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=8556742804340567329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8556742804340567329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8556742804340567329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-outside-looking-in.html' title='On The Outside Looking In'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-5578700700670837803</id><published>2009-05-17T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:53:48.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I don't like when my hormones are off because of "Auntie" on her way for a visit. It makes me act out of character and almost react to things I really could care less about. The good thing is I only have to deal with this for a couple of days and then things are back to normal! It's amazing how emotional I can be even when I don't want to be or need to be. As I get older, I get better at maintaining my composure and not making a complete fool of myself. Those are the kind of days I don't want to relive. Good thing is every experience I have had...good or bad, has taught me something!! Some of my favorite lessons: never put all your eggs in one basket unless you're sure that one won't break, if it doesn't kill you it makes you stronger, it is what it is and if it is meant to be, it'll be!! Some of these have taught me a valuable lesson, given me strength and kept me positive even when there wasn't a reason to be. I am just grateful to live life with all its many ups n downs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-5578700700670837803?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/5578700700670837803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=5578700700670837803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5578700700670837803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5578700700670837803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7253387875931318764</id><published>2009-05-17T14:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:08:31.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd linger a little while longer.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you would come to your senses.&lt;br /&gt;All the signs were there but I wasn't willing to accept them.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am left with this empty space not quite sure how to fill it.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is someone has almost taken your place.&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhat numb about the whole thing but the Sun is beginning to peek between the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on isn't always an easy thing to do but in some cases necessary to do.&lt;br /&gt;Never had I thought this road we would travel but alas it has come to be.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on is something we both need to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7253387875931318764?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7253387875931318764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7253387875931318764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7253387875931318764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7253387875931318764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7289786471375937251</id><published>2009-05-10T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:29:30.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 10, 2009 :Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Today is the day to celebrate Mothers and all that they do. There are many men who play this role as well and we should acknowledge them. It is wonderful to be able to help create and nurture life. Sometimes we find ourselves taking such things for granted but it is not always promised for tomorrow. I am grateful for my Mother and all that she has done! I am also grateful to have been given the gift of Motherhood and I cherish it with all my ♥​.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7289786471375937251?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7289786471375937251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7289786471375937251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7289786471375937251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7289786471375937251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-10-2009-happy-mothers-day.html' title='May 10, 2009 :Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7210383525270664788</id><published>2009-05-06T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:37:39.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 6, 2009 The Great and Amazing</title><content type='html'>Funny how you go about life doing what you want and sometimes what you don't want to do. Different people come into your life to serve a different purpose. Some of the time it's a positive experience and other times it is not so positive. You take what you need from each experience whether you intend to or not. It builds character, makes you stronger but should never break you. If it isn't how you would treat yourself, then you shouldn't allow others to treat you in such a way that isn't of your desire! The great and amazing thing is, you have the power to control your own destiny!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7210383525270664788?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7210383525270664788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7210383525270664788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7210383525270664788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7210383525270664788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-6-2009-great-and-amazing.html' title='May 6, 2009 The Great and Amazing'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7408715322132018718</id><published>2009-05-03T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:21:42.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 3, 2009 The Birds and The Bees</title><content type='html'>The interactions with the opposite sex never cease to amaze me. You meet a guy/gal and either sparks fly or not. If sparks fly then you choose to make the time to get to know one another. After spending time, feelings began to develop and you find yourself wanting to act on these feelings. It could be spending more time with this person to see how far the two of you are willing to go. It has a significant impact on how much time two people are willing to spend with each other, ask the questions that need to be asked and say the things that need to be said. Most times we find ourselves afraid to ask the questions that we want to ask for fear of the answer. You have to ask the questions in order to know the answers. I have began to implement those ideas into my own relationships because I want to know and I don't want fear to take that away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7408715322132018718?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7408715322132018718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7408715322132018718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7408715322132018718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7408715322132018718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-3-2009-birds-and-bees.html' title='May 3, 2009 The Birds and The Bees'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-2312413745613626641</id><published>2009-04-30T13:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:49:27.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April 30, 2009 April Showers, May Flowers</title><content type='html'>I know April showers bring May flowers but my goodness with all the rain! I can only go so many days without sunlight. I have gone 4 days and I feel like I'm dragging. Today it peeked out and I ran to soak up it's rays but then the clouds returned and took away my Sun! I am so ready for Spring and Sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-2312413745613626641?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/2312413745613626641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=2312413745613626641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2312413745613626641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2312413745613626641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-30-2009-april-showers-may-flowers.html' title='April 30, 2009 April Showers, May Flowers'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7583783558229476969</id><published>2009-04-13T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:10:38.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Love</title><content type='html'>Good bye love&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you weren't good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;Made me think that maybe almost possibly we could be&lt;br /&gt;Said all the things I wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;But actions never taking place&lt;br /&gt;You missed out on a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;You're heart would have been safe&lt;br /&gt;I would have been there in your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder when you needed to cry&lt;br /&gt;My ear when you needed to confide&lt;br /&gt;My body when you needed passion&lt;br /&gt;My heart when you needed love&lt;br /&gt;My soul to be one with yours&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you thought you were going keep me in circles&lt;br /&gt;Guess you missed when I made that exit left stage right&lt;br /&gt;It's ok I now realize you weren't ready for me anyway&lt;br /&gt;But I thank you for all the times you made my heart feel joy&lt;br /&gt;Pain and all the in between&lt;br /&gt;Because without that my gift would have disappeared into the wind&lt;br /&gt;Never to be seen again&lt;br /&gt;Good bye love&lt;br /&gt;You weren't good enough for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7583783558229476969?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7583783558229476969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7583783558229476969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7583783558229476969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7583783558229476969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-bye-love.html' title='Good Bye Love'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-2664292311322210379</id><published>2009-04-13T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:58:01.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April 13, 2009 Thoughts of the day</title><content type='html'>It seems that many of my poems are of the erotic nature lately. Maybe that could have some kind of underlying meaning or maybe that I have tapped into that part of me that I have no problem embracing. It is but of human nature. I guess the part of me that wasn't so sure about sharing it has now overcome that fear. Everyday I am growing more and more into this "gift" that a very good friend of mine (he knows who he is...smile) calls it. Maybe it was meant for me to share it with the world or just those close to my world. So many times we let fear prevent us from doing what we were meant to do. I let fear have that effect on me but I will not any longer. If reading about, writing about and exploring my erotic side brings someone else fear, well they will just have to figure out a way to get past it or not read this at all. I have let fear push me away from so many things, even things that matter most to my heart. Even if I cannot  understand why things happen the way they do, why a person says one thing and does something different, or that someone cannot accept me for all the wonderfulness I possess,  I will not let fear prevent me from using my gift to express myself, from living my life to its fullest potential and for not believing in myself when others didn't. I only have this one life and it was designed to live no matter the ups and downs, the good and bad, it is my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-2664292311322210379?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/2664292311322210379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=2664292311322210379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2664292311322210379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2664292311322210379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-13-2009-thoughts-of-day.html' title='April 13, 2009 Thoughts of the day'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-8491353003009333688</id><published>2009-04-13T20:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:42:41.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April 13, 2009 The Slow Grind</title><content type='html'>He presses up against me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel his manhood sequestering my womanhood&lt;br /&gt;I try to act as if it doesn't faze me but my insides get wet with anticipation of his next move&lt;br /&gt;He kisses my neck and that spot near my ear&lt;br /&gt;My knees began to shake&lt;br /&gt;He presses harder up against me&lt;br /&gt;I try to act as if it doesn't faze me&lt;br /&gt;My breathing becomes heavy and I feel my finger nails digging&lt;br /&gt;Deeper, deeper, deeper into his flesh&lt;br /&gt;He presses even harder against me&lt;br /&gt;Slightly opening my legs until his fingers find my wetness&lt;br /&gt;My womanhood&lt;br /&gt;He gently, slowly grinds his manhood until he finds the place his fingers prepared&lt;br /&gt;I try to act as if it doesn't faze me&lt;br /&gt;I am up against the wall riding him so effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;He presses inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I try to act as if it doesn't faze me&lt;br /&gt;We both fall limp from pure ecstasy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-8491353003009333688?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/8491353003009333688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=8491353003009333688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8491353003009333688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/8491353003009333688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-13-2009-slow-grind.html' title='April 13, 2009 The Slow Grind'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-2796997169744575602</id><published>2009-03-29T18:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:46:41.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 29, 2009 Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Can I say that this fire stirring up in me is more than I have ever felt before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The thought of you touching me, me touching you, excites me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I close my eyes and sometimes that is all I can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Us moving to the rhythm of our own passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So much time has passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So long we have waited and yet my desire for you grows stronger everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The wonder of that unspoken word I dare not say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Only to know that it makes everything brighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;That at times when I haven't heard your voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I feel a little dismayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When I am finally near you, my heart will continually skip a beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Breathing becomes erratic and the throbbing  between my thighs will be more than I can handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Passion that I can hardly contain and wait to share with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-2796997169744575602?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/2796997169744575602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=2796997169744575602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2796997169744575602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2796997169744575602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-29-2009-passion.html' title='March 29, 2009 Passion'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-2174642968318106120</id><published>2009-03-23T06:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:24:14.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 23, 2009 Synchronization</title><content type='html'>Funny how my heart and mind can't quite agree with certain situations in my life. My mind keeps leaning to a lost cause and chock it up to experience. My heart wants to hold out to the possibility of more developing. I'm on the fence not even sure which way to lean. My theory is always follow your heart but the mind is concerned that maybe this theory will not be proven this time. Maybe give it a little more time and see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream this morning that I went to the U.K. As an exchange student. It was quite vivid. I met some really kool roommates that were actually from there. They embraced me as if we've been knowing each other for quite sometime. I couldn't quite get use to the time difference. In my dream there was a big difference. If it was morning here, it was night time there. It was a nice dream, kinda sorry it had 2 end. Must mean I need to travel. Only time will tell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-2174642968318106120?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/2174642968318106120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=2174642968318106120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2174642968318106120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2174642968318106120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-23-2009-synchronization.html' title='March 23, 2009 Synchronization'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7001166164548431650</id><published>2009-03-19T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:24:39.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 19, 2009 Randomness...continued</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I write because the urge in me is stronger than I can bear even when I feel I don't have anything in particular to write about. I will embrace Spring and all it's glory when it arrives. It is like the start of a new beginning....although this sounds to be a common saying, it does have some truth. Flowers bloom, trees get new leaves, grass grows and becomes green, animals return and the sun shines more everyday. Now is a good time to change the things that aren't making you happy and find the things that will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7001166164548431650?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7001166164548431650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7001166164548431650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7001166164548431650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7001166164548431650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-19-2009-randomnesscontinued.html' title='March 19, 2009 Randomness...continued'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-5914707709243944114</id><published>2009-03-16T06:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:16:18.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 16, 2009 The Funny Thing Is</title><content type='html'>As you grow older does the magnitude of your heart change?&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, it has a certain innocence and openess. Experiences transpire and whether they are negative or positive, it leaves a mark. Sometimes if there are more negative than positive, it may cause some to be jaded. Does the feeling ever change like when you meet someone new and you get all giddy inside? Does it have a jaded angle to it? I would think it would depend on the person and all that they have been through but hopefully hope doesn't completely disappear. Time reveals so many things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-5914707709243944114?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/5914707709243944114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=5914707709243944114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5914707709243944114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/5914707709243944114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-16-2009-funny-thing-is.html' title='March 16, 2009 The Funny Thing Is'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-7407084598827616293</id><published>2009-03-09T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:35:13.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 9, 2009 Honestly</title><content type='html'>It amazes me that in this time, we can't tell people how we really feel because we are so afraid of how they may react or if they feel the same. I get tired of holding it in and when I do express myself, I don't quite get the reaction I was hoping for but nevertheless, I refuse to let that deter me. I am a hopeless romantic @ heart and I am not afraid to admit it. It stifles my creativity to not express myself and when I express myself with words to a particular person, it comes from a different depth of my soul. As much as I try to run from it, hide from it or just plain deny it, my need to express myself with words is a like oxygen and water. I cannot survive without neither. I will not let the weight of the world's view on love, like or openly expression prevent me from letting my soul speak freely. It is who I am and if other souls are unable to embrace it, know that it is genuine and accept it, well then quite frankly, it's their loss! To be loved by me and placed into the depths of my soul, is an experience unlike any other and quite unforgettable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-7407084598827616293?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/7407084598827616293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=7407084598827616293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7407084598827616293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/7407084598827616293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-9-2009-honestly.html' title='March 9, 2009 Honestly'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-203219442479266259</id><published>2009-03-02T06:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:28:51.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2, 2009 More Randomness</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a few days since I have written here. Somedays I haven't enough to say to write or it's too personal to share with the world. I have to have a private outlet as well! Honestly this is my passion, writing but sometimes I lose my fire! I know it happens to all of us who enjoy writing but I don't want it to be lost forever! It almost seems an obsession so I doubt if that'll happen! Been listening to a lot of RnB and soul music but I need to give my alternative side some time also so gonna switch gears and get that rock, alternative sound going! Nothing like some Auto Rock by Mogwai to get the heart pumping! I can just close my eyes and imagine a scene of my life that would go great with this song or better yet a scene I am waiting to create with someone very special to me. Music and writing are my solace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-203219442479266259?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/203219442479266259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=203219442479266259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/203219442479266259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/203219442479266259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-2-2009-more-randomness.html' title='March 2, 2009 More Randomness'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4888846626684842932</id><published>2009-02-25T06:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:28:23.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February 25, 2009 It's Hump Day!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday again, the middle of the week that makes it all downhill after today. Some of us live for the weekend, while others are just grateful to live. I use to be one of those who lived for the weekend but after seeing that there is no specific age when death chooses to visit you, I realized I need to live for everyday and be grateful for all those days, moments, hours and seconds! Tomorrow is not promised so I am grateful for every moment that God has blessed me with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4888846626684842932?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4888846626684842932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=4888846626684842932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4888846626684842932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4888846626684842932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-25-2009-its-hump-day.html' title='February 25, 2009 It&apos;s Hump Day!'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-6225539665197090785</id><published>2009-02-23T01:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:18:37.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February 23, 2009 Randomness</title><content type='html'>Obviously I believe in Love. Have since the reality of it became clear. It was first learned from my Parents and other family members. Grew up and learned it was possible to feel that way about someone of the opposite sex. Yet at that early age I wasn't quite sure of all its capabilities. Just being a teenager was confusing enough and then to add emotions for the opposite sex just made it more complicated. Emotions ran high during those times and you weren't always so certain of your feelings. Time passes and you began to have more experiences that either give you a better understanding of loving the opposite sex or possibly confusing you more. No matter how many of these experiences I have had, it never caused me to stop believing in love and all its wonderful possibilities. Of course there were times I became quite frustrated with love but there was always this one part of me that wouldn't stop believing no matter how disappointed I became. I guess in many ways I am a romantic and will always believe in the endless possibilities of when two souls who have searched for one another finally unite. That it will be the ultimate experience of what love has to offer between the opposite sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-6225539665197090785?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/6225539665197090785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=6225539665197090785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6225539665197090785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/6225539665197090785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-23-2009-randomness.html' title='February 23, 2009 Randomness'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4388499755271260432</id><published>2009-02-18T07:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:09:20.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February 18, 2009 It Is What It Is</title><content type='html'>Rain can be a romantic thing but not so romantic when u have to travel in it or work in it. It's gonna still fall because the earth needs it and it is what it is! I enjoy being in the rain in the summer months when it's hot outside.and it cools things off. Although it maybe for only a little bit, it can be quite cleansing and refreshing. Sometimes it's wonderful to be nurtured by Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4388499755271260432?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4388499755271260432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=4388499755271260432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4388499755271260432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4388499755271260432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-18-2009-it-is-what-it-is.html' title='February 18, 2009 It Is What It Is'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-2393712805767827337</id><published>2009-02-14T08:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:02:47.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February 14, 2009 Happy Valentine's Day!!</title><content type='html'>I am a strong believer in Love. &lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times my heart has been broken or disappointed, I still believe. &lt;br /&gt;I believe there is a person out there who completes me, who is my soulmate and who I can give my everything to. &lt;br /&gt;In many ways I believe I have found him but that we haven't quite come into our time. &lt;br /&gt;As much as I have tried to deny what my heart feels, it doesn't go away and no other will do. &lt;br /&gt;I possess a lot of patience and I am willing to wait for things to come as they are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;It may seem as if that isn't possible but I believe that we are not designed to live life alone and we cannot let our past disappointments and heartaches cloud our true desire to love and be loved. I still believe in love and will keep my heart open to all its many possibilities no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;God is love and so am I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-2393712805767827337?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/2393712805767827337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=2393712805767827337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2393712805767827337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2393712805767827337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-14-2009-happy-valentines-day.html' title='February 14, 2009 Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-4304178119953511756</id><published>2009-02-12T06:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:15:50.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February 12, 2009 My Sound Of Music</title><content type='html'>The sound of music is like making love. &lt;br /&gt;It can start as a slow grind and as the tempo changes the movements adjust to the flow. &lt;br /&gt;Slow and easy or fast and hard. &lt;br /&gt;Depends on your preference and how far you wanna take it. &lt;br /&gt;Music gives me butterflies and causes my heart to beat faster! &lt;br /&gt;Sweat running down the small of my back as the melody fills my ears and my hips sway to the rhythm that fills the room.&lt;br /&gt;I become lost in its mesmerizing effects before finally drifting off into a deep slumber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-4304178119953511756?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/4304178119953511756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=4304178119953511756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/4304178119953511756'/><link 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that I want or desire aren't always what I need. &lt;br /&gt;But somehow I've convinced myself that I do need it and get caught up trying to obtain it. &lt;br /&gt;The reality of the possibility of me accomplishing it hardly ever succeeds but I digress. &lt;br /&gt;You can't control people and their actions. &lt;br /&gt;You can't make someone like, love or be with you no matter how much you have tried to prove that you desire that with them. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just better to walk away because if it's meant for you to have, it'll usually come to you. &lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't have to subject yourself to any out of character acts to win someone over. &lt;br /&gt;Love is not designed that way. &lt;br /&gt;It is simple, uncomplicated, and nurturing. &lt;br /&gt;It's just that we as people sometimes complicate what isn't meant to be complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-530006415980083889?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/530006415980083889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=530006415980083889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/530006415980083889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/530006415980083889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-11-2009-reality-of-possibility.html' title='February 11, 2009 The Reality of Possibility'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749599344981519087.post-3078079351153673794</id><published>2009-02-09T03:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:19:32.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February 9, 2009-House Soul Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had things that took up space in your house but were no longer serving a purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Does your soul carry such a habit as well?&lt;br /&gt;Friendships that are no longer a help but a hinder? &lt;br /&gt;Torches for lost loves who will never return? &lt;br /&gt;Carrying around all this excess can clutter the path to the true you and possibly lose yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Time to do some house soul cleaning and get rid of those things or persons that no longer serve a meaningful purpose in your life. &lt;br /&gt;Your mind, body and soul will thank you for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-3078079351153673794?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/3078079351153673794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=3078079351153673794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/3078079351153673794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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worked for, but thinking that all is owed to them, when they haven't even worked for what they are expecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The expectations to live, pay taxes and die should seem simple enough but yet it amazes me that some choose to complicate such simplicity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean death or paying taxes isn't on many people's list of things to do but it is an inevitable circumstance that we must face by having life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;If you work hard then sometimes the rewards are more than one can expect but if you don't work at all or at least try and still expect a reward, would that make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We are living in a time where people are loosing jobs, homes, cars, and family members who can't accept reality and yet some are ungrateful to have a job and a means to provide for themselves or their family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So what if the little perks have to be taken away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It is better than to have the bigger perk taken away where everyday you are wondering how you are gonna make it and take care of you and/or your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The gratefulness of ungratefulness is that one day your ungratefulness will blind you of the gratefulness you already have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Then you will look back on the times when you should have been grateful for even the simple things of life like living, paying taxes, and eventually dying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Death is the inevitable circumstance we must face for being granted the gift of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Not that it was our choice to come into the world so it will not be our choice to leave this world, but being grateful for what you have is better than ungrateful for what you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-58121511414132692?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/58121511414132692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=58121511414132692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/58121511414132692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Trying to decide what to write and if it'll be worth writing. I have an idea I wanna try but not quite sure if I can pull it off! Only if I could spend my days n nights writing, my soul would be even more content but ofcourse my stomach wouldn't be seeing as how I'd be without steady income for food and other things! I guess I could always land a gig that would pay me to write! Um don't see that happening anytime soon! Guess I'll go work on my idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749599344981519087-2959923079932076294?l=soulgroovy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/feeds/2959923079932076294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749599344981519087&amp;postID=2959923079932076294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2959923079932076294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749599344981519087/posts/default/2959923079932076294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulgroovy.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-3-2009.html' title='February 3, 2009'/><author><name>soulgroovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883121772113909187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oy06re7n8qA/SRftxhsOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QsdkDXMxtRI/S220/earthy+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
