<?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-7489610399373024514</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:58:38.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing for Freedom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489610399373024514.post-2776919775933155338</id><published>2010-04-28T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:30:06.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Sent</title><content type='html'>I want to explain, instead a smile remains,&lt;br /&gt;Constantly contemplating reasons why&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you smile enough to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;When trying my mind slows&lt;br /&gt;Is this love? No&lt;br /&gt;But I really don’t know&lt;br /&gt;At this pace we determined its right&lt;br /&gt;Blessing but not disguised&lt;br /&gt;Changed my life, dark to light&lt;br /&gt;Is she it? Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Until then she’s my baby&lt;br /&gt;We go together like pork chops and gravy&lt;br /&gt;Can always make you smile&lt;br /&gt;You return the favor&lt;br /&gt;I Am Sure Simply because&lt;br /&gt;She’s my Angel.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7489610399373024514-2776919775933155338?l=writing4freedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/2776919775933155338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2010/04/heaven-sent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/2776919775933155338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/2776919775933155338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2010/04/heaven-sent.html' title='Heaven Sent'/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489610399373024514.post-1953284753137863645</id><published>2010-04-20T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:00:19.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things I wrote, nothing special</title><content type='html'>I want to Close my eyes, feel my heart, the spark, hear silence, feel the time that goes by, open my eyes just to hear you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to explain, instead a smile remains, constantly contemplating reasons why, I wanna make you smile enough to make you cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7489610399373024514-1953284753137863645?l=writing4freedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/1953284753137863645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-things-i-wrote-nothing-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/1953284753137863645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/1953284753137863645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-things-i-wrote-nothing-special.html' title='Some Things I wrote, nothing special'/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489610399373024514.post-1647568216386726747</id><published>2010-03-29T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:21:23.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday I Wasnt, Today Show Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/S7EZOoaatpI/AAAAAAAAACA/3N3fh5D2kOI/s1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454168362879465106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/S7EZOoaatpI/AAAAAAAAACA/3N3fh5D2kOI/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing someone could understand me the way you thought did&lt;br /&gt;The way you loved, the way we lived&lt;br /&gt;Hurting realizations of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Plaguing my rest, sleeping eventually lands with time&lt;br /&gt;Courageous actions on my behalf&lt;br /&gt;You thought one thing I knew another&lt;br /&gt;Half full hour glass&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t allow you to smother&lt;br /&gt;Recalling statements and behavior&lt;br /&gt;You should of noticed my intent&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my savior&lt;br /&gt;Freeing me from slavery, allowing compensation for my labor&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to show you all, without being myself&lt;br /&gt;I feel more pain and disgust today, you thought it was heartfelt&lt;br /&gt;Ball on chain, but I kept the key&lt;br /&gt;Did not allow you to see the receipt&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I should’ve shown you&lt;br /&gt;The prisoner in me was you, we could’ve been at peace&lt;br /&gt;The prisoner in you was love, that thought could not be less true&lt;br /&gt;An underlying dormant fate was predetermined&lt;br /&gt;Your were the victim of my obstacle&lt;br /&gt;The fact was it was not all a fable&lt;br /&gt;My confusion was only apparent when the horse left the stable&lt;br /&gt;True love a statement that is not earned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead a gift&lt;br /&gt;In love is what I have left to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7489610399373024514-1647568216386726747?l=writing4freedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/1647568216386726747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday-i-wasnt-today-show-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/1647568216386726747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/1647568216386726747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday-i-wasnt-today-show-me.html' title='Yesterday I Wasnt, Today Show Me'/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/S7EZOoaatpI/AAAAAAAAACA/3N3fh5D2kOI/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489610399373024514.post-2638048118597892781</id><published>2010-02-24T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:46:28.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3:37 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lives lost in passion&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscent of entrapment&lt;br /&gt;Enemies bled while u slave the masses&lt;br /&gt;Mind colluded in deepness&lt;br /&gt;Seeking for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;But won't allow your enemy to see such weakness&lt;br /&gt;They were here and you found peace&lt;br /&gt;Not peace of mind; but no sight or sound&lt;br /&gt;Def and blind&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember past 10&lt;br /&gt;Its a blessing to stop at 9&lt;br /&gt;Constantly thinking how u made it this far&lt;br /&gt;With such a frail mind&lt;br /&gt;Losses combined with wins&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of the slain seep deep within&lt;br /&gt;Time for a change; a rule to bend&lt;br /&gt;Responsibilities gained and some lost&lt;br /&gt;Found honor in paying cost&lt;br /&gt;Permanent changes to all&lt;br /&gt;Lives connected by the actions of your passions&lt;br /&gt;Speak clearly&lt;br /&gt;Don’t run rancid&lt;br /&gt;Be mundane&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone’s loss is another gain&lt;br /&gt;Not every animal can be tamed&lt;br /&gt;Learn to seek the ability to train&lt;br /&gt;Fly without wings&lt;br /&gt;Precipitate without rain&lt;br /&gt;Goals, love, honor.&lt;br /&gt;The lack of pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7489610399373024514-2638048118597892781?l=writing4freedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/2638048118597892781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2010/02/337-am.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/2638048118597892781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/2638048118597892781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2010/02/337-am.html' title='3:37 AM'/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489610399373024514.post-4611048455987992682</id><published>2009-12-21T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:33:12.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOALS</title><content type='html'>Dating back we all have the same goals. Some of us have alternative goals, and lots of short time goals in between the ultimate goal. The “Ultimate” goal I’m referring to is growing old with your mate with kids and grandkids etc. So why are we not striving for this goal? Its all programmed in us to have someone. Some of us have lots of relationship searching for that special someone, and some of us don’t even waste the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is with all the goals you set, money, car, education, etc when do you decide that you will find that special person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you found this person when you where 16, and everybody told you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re too young, you want to have a kid, you haven’t even finished high school. These are also the same people that say you never know when you find love. So you don’t have this person now and you are constantly in search for the feeling that you had with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about: Love, love is just an emotion, love does NOT conquer all. Its just like being sad or happy; its exactly the same. Just like this person you told you love when you were 16, then you turn 23 and say: “That doesn’t count I was young and didn’t know what love really meant.” BULLSHIT. You know what love is at the youngest of ages, stop putting so much on LOVE. When in reality it’s the PERSON that you are in the relationship with that makes you want to grow not an emotion. Love is just the word you use to express/describe the feeling you get when your with her/him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do I decide that Im done with dating? Do I actually decide? Or do I meet someone that changes my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody let me know why we put so much effort in to getting rich. Imagine if we put that much effort into our relationships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, be open and take everything/everyone for its worth.  Don’t say what you wont do, and don’t listen to anyone, follow your heart ignore your mind, and be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7489610399373024514-4611048455987992682?l=writing4freedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/4611048455987992682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/12/goals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/4611048455987992682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/4611048455987992682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/12/goals.html' title='GOALS'/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489610399373024514.post-6201786075177260232</id><published>2009-12-11T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:35:41.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SyLzZRJN8yI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2yAaS9HnBdw/s1600-h/heart-on-fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414157317477102370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SyLzZRJN8yI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2yAaS9HnBdw/s320/heart-on-fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seek the ability to look into your eyes and see us&lt;br /&gt;So close to you that we breathe in sync&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and push my love thru my lips&lt;br /&gt;While my eyes are closed the fire burns in the pit of my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Abstract art floats through my head&lt;br /&gt;Cant put in words the feeling I seek&lt;br /&gt;When our eyes finally open the fire remains&lt;br /&gt;Heart like the drums of the motherland&lt;br /&gt;My eyes well seep through you, while you allow me to penetrate without motion&lt;br /&gt;Your smile supplies the earths glow&lt;br /&gt;I Love US; slight whisper from my lips&lt;br /&gt;You complete me; whisper from the curves of the queens mouth&lt;br /&gt;I Thank You&lt;br /&gt;You Thank Me&lt;br /&gt;Was I even breathing? I crave this feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7489610399373024514-6201786075177260232?l=writing4freedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/6201786075177260232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/12/passion.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/6201786075177260232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/6201786075177260232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/12/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SyLzZRJN8yI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2yAaS9HnBdw/s72-c/heart-on-fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489610399373024514.post-8784471251746741441</id><published>2009-11-24T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:09:14.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Letter Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 Letter Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;Thing&lt;br /&gt;is Pure&lt;br /&gt;Its Pleasant&lt;br /&gt;Professional&lt;br /&gt;Oh so passionate&lt;br /&gt;Its piercing&lt;br /&gt;Promiscuous&lt;br /&gt;So good to me Its paralyzing&lt;br /&gt;And utterly patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;Thing&lt;br /&gt;destroyed lives&lt;br /&gt;Its Unique&lt;br /&gt;Urban&lt;br /&gt;Unanimously loved&lt;br /&gt;Undeniable&lt;br /&gt;Never undesirable&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional&lt;br /&gt;No No No  its not Ugly&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes unaffordable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;Thing&lt;br /&gt;Creates lives&lt;br /&gt;Its so Seductive&lt;br /&gt;Soft&lt;br /&gt;Sexy&lt;br /&gt;Sharp&lt;br /&gt;Seasoned&lt;br /&gt;very Secure&lt;br /&gt;Slick&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Social&lt;br /&gt;Succulent&lt;br /&gt;Scrumptious&lt;br /&gt;I love when&lt;br /&gt;It Smiles&lt;br /&gt;I make it Sing&lt;br /&gt;Its Superb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;Thing&lt;br /&gt;is the good evil&lt;br /&gt;It makes us Yearn&lt;br /&gt;Keeps you&lt;br /&gt;Youthful&lt;br /&gt;hopefully not Yucky&lt;br /&gt;makes some want to Yell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In So many Words&lt;br /&gt;Its Basically:&lt;br /&gt;Powerful&lt;br /&gt;Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Strong&lt;br /&gt;Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Of All&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7489610399373024514-8784471251746741441?l=writing4freedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/8784471251746741441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-letter-word.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/8784471251746741441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/8784471251746741441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-letter-word.html' title='5 Letter Word'/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489610399373024514.post-4243274619061845573</id><published>2009-11-17T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:15:27.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Success&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be&lt;br /&gt;That is the question&lt;br /&gt;Success is a necessity&lt;br /&gt;Yall must pay attention&lt;br /&gt;To patronize the almighty&lt;br /&gt;You do whatever it takes for money&lt;br /&gt;You smile when it aint sunny&lt;br /&gt;You laugh when it aint funny&lt;br /&gt;Show yo ass like a bunny&lt;br /&gt;Do it all for the dollas!&lt;br /&gt;To look down on those who don’t have it&lt;br /&gt;I aint saying be broke&lt;br /&gt;By all means get yours&lt;br /&gt;But don’t burn bridges&lt;br /&gt;Just to open up doors&lt;br /&gt;To some successful means living your dream&lt;br /&gt;The money, cars, clothes, and hoes&lt;br /&gt;Don’t define success as being frivolous&lt;br /&gt;Its supposed to be looked at in the positive&lt;br /&gt;Oh so being successful is about those&lt;br /&gt;A guess drug dealers, and thieves are thriving in bliss&lt;br /&gt;To me success is a necessity&lt;br /&gt;Success to me is the same things&lt;br /&gt;I just prioritize&lt;br /&gt;We have to thrive&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I have to provide&lt;br /&gt;My family needs financial support&lt;br /&gt;If my son or daughter want to dance or play sports&lt;br /&gt;I’m successful because He judges me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need you to see&lt;br /&gt;CEO means nothing at the pearly gates&lt;br /&gt;Do it to support your family, and better humanity&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately GOD determines our fates&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7489610399373024514-4243274619061845573?l=writing4freedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/4243274619061845573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/11/success-to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/4243274619061845573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/4243274619061845573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/11/success-to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489610399373024514.post-5005911970757090506</id><published>2009-11-11T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:42:55.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like rain against the windshield&lt;br /&gt;I am the wipers&lt;br /&gt;I erased what you did&lt;br /&gt;I am the windshield&lt;br /&gt;Still spots of your rain remains&lt;br /&gt;I am a part of you&lt;br /&gt;So when will I rain on your parade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7489610399373024514-5005911970757090506?l=writing4freedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/5005911970757090506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/11/lonely-seed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/5005911970757090506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/5005911970757090506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/11/lonely-seed.html' title='Lonely Seed'/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489610399373024514.post-1313045068081736008</id><published>2009-11-06T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:12:19.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Sugar: Perfection Personified</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Round Bottom, Perky Top&lt;br /&gt;You can be Dark as Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Light as Butter Scotch&lt;br /&gt;As long as you a Sista&lt;br /&gt;We can tie the knot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplistic energy&lt;br /&gt;Correcting me when Im wrong&lt;br /&gt;Backing me when Im right&lt;br /&gt;Can make love all night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eyes twinkle with passion&lt;br /&gt;Curvaceous in every fashion&lt;br /&gt;Smarter than the rest&lt;br /&gt;Shes the fucking best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain sharp&lt;br /&gt;Voice glows like a harp&lt;br /&gt;Lips soft and comforting&lt;br /&gt;Loves so deep its smothering&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellect equal to professor&lt;br /&gt;A Smile to ruin the minds of evil&lt;br /&gt;She destroys the lesser&lt;br /&gt;Tongue slashes like swords from the times of medieval&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knows her role and displays class and grace&lt;br /&gt;Words cant describe the beauty of her face&lt;br /&gt;Embodies perfection in every aspect&lt;br /&gt;Puts her best foot forward and demands respect&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I picture you&lt;br /&gt;Still, I don't have a picture of you&lt;br /&gt;Please present yourself&lt;br /&gt;So this dream can come true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7489610399373024514-1313045068081736008?l=writing4freedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/1313045068081736008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/11/brown-sugar-perfection-personified.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/1313045068081736008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/1313045068081736008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/11/brown-sugar-perfection-personified.html' title='Brown Sugar: Perfection Personified'/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489610399373024514.post-7384005582807808521</id><published>2009-11-02T16:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:47:44.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO TITLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SyLoKyYhkjI/AAAAAAAAABA/hsIrRiDc2Ss/s1600-h/bum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414144974073729586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SyLoKyYhkjI/AAAAAAAAABA/hsIrRiDc2Ss/s320/bum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drowning in my own sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Living life like fuck tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Staring at 4 corners and empty bottles&lt;br /&gt;Promised myself ill be there in a hour&lt;br /&gt;But I often lack the power&lt;br /&gt;My bitterness and pride I swallow&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the dark with shades on at full throttle&lt;br /&gt;Flipping off good people and role models&lt;br /&gt;The epitome of wallow&lt;br /&gt;I see a coward, scared of what life has to offer&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Like the shell of a sunflower&lt;br /&gt;Never blossomed to a leader&lt;br /&gt;Bred to be a follower&lt;br /&gt;Ashes fall on my chest&lt;br /&gt;Phalanges burned from all the drugs and cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;I hope you look at me and see promise&lt;br /&gt;I see a nigga with a attitude with a body to tarnish&lt;br /&gt;Wise words I dismiss&lt;br /&gt;My ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;I carry the scares of satan&lt;br /&gt;Slain soldiers with a flick of my wrist&lt;br /&gt;Spent 5 years in it and look at me&lt;br /&gt;They call me a vet I feel more like a G&lt;br /&gt;Give me the Green Light Lord I wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;Give me the Green Light Lord set me free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7489610399373024514-7384005582807808521?l=writing4freedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/7384005582807808521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-title.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/7384005582807808521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/7384005582807808521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-title.html' title='NO TITLE'/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SyLoKyYhkjI/AAAAAAAAABA/hsIrRiDc2Ss/s72-c/bum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489610399373024514.post-2525832093642521234</id><published>2009-08-12T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:40:18.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations of a Yound Old Man</title><content type='html'>Me. I want a few things in my life before I pass on. At a young age my only goal was to play college basketball. Once that idea vanished, I opened up to the real world. My views on life and relation changed. I have been in a total of 2 relationships (one lasting 5 ½ years). I have to this point been observing every woman I come encounter with. I have came to the conclusion a few things. Being my age, 24 almost 25, I am a man with different moral and value of responsibilities than the average 24 year old male. I never feel I am “better” than the next man. I just don’t fit in any 24 year olds “category.” One type of young man is the “partier”, clubbing, different women, drinking probably don’t have a good job. Next one is the “graduate” trying to find himself, moved back to his hometown, single but on his way to finding a good career. The other is a bum, just don’t do nothing, smokes all day, no ambition, asking for gas money still living with parent(s). In California, we have one more class. The “entertainer” this could be anyone from rapper, dancer, actor blah blah. Then there is ME. I party, only sometimes and only on the weekend. I went to school, only for a few months. Im never a bum, don’t want to be an entertainer. I just work and try to find ways to make more money for my future. I fit the “old man” category if there one. In my opinion, easy to please, you have to clean up, cook, sex, part time job (to help me out) and I got everything else I will clean to I like to be a clean dude. To my most recent ended relationship, I realize what a headache I have been and Im sorry for the confusion I have put on you because of my confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. You women see me as a young and old man. I like the idea of coming home to a clean house and a cooked meal. I will bust my ass everyday for that reason. The problem is you and me. I feel like I am 35 years young. Im don’t think on the same level as any other guy my age. Most compliments I receive from women my age or younger are that I am attractive. Most compliments I receive from women that are 28 or older are that I am special and a good guy. So I take all that in. Women my age fit the same categories as men my age. So you young women see me and are like, “he’s cute, he got a job, but he want a wife and Im not ready.” I don’t want a wife right now. I just don’t want to waste our time. Im not about to deal with nobody unless I feel you are good enough to start a family with. Yall younger women see me, and still have things to deal with internally to progress to be a woman. Older women see me and want me for me right now! But most older women have kids already. Sorry, but I want to start a family not be a part of yours. My goal in life is too grow old and to see my great grandchildren. In the meantime, I will provide for my family that’s what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is what do I sacrifice? Stay with the younger one and wait? Get with a older one that might have a kid or 2? Wait until I find the woman that can accept me and wants the same thing out of life right now? Where is the woman that is like me? Until then Im going be by my lonely, don’t take it personally ladies. Let me do me because you cant do me. I want to be good man, husband, father, what do you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7489610399373024514-2525832093642521234?l=writing4freedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/feeds/2525832093642521234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/08/observations-of-yound-old-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/2525832093642521234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489610399373024514/posts/default/2525832093642521234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writing4freedom.blogspot.com/2009/08/observations-of-yound-old-man.html' title='Observations of a Yound Old Man'/><author><name>Dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288005047084562049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvz-Qeajwlw/SoNFIIDy8MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TNnWMDJoRY0/S220/dre+think.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
