<?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-8935969209972783566</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:07:19.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life, My Journey, My World!</title><subtitle type='html'>Some Of These Things Are Old, Some Of Them Are New.. Some Were Just Things Friends Have Sent Me... But The Important Thing Is... They All Speak From The Heart...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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when i needed them. but i relize they have there own issues too and this was just anouther battle for me to do alone... but im much stronger now than i was. though yes im in a group home with 6 other women who have also been abused. im going back to school and reestablishing my life. i am learning im happyer than i ever was and thats better than anything i ever had before..... thank you god for the amazing strength you've given me i love u soo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-1640992790708533926?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/1640992790708533926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=1640992790708533926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Learning to be a survivor.... is never a easy chore.&lt;br /&gt;but you have to learn to turn your pain and anger around&lt;br /&gt;and put it into energy you can use to turn yourself around and tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;your not the problem the problem is with those who attack you and fail to understand..&lt;br /&gt;Forget the past and just stick to those few who do value your friendship more than the others..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-732644350522602914?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/732644350522602914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=732644350522602914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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anger,&lt;br /&gt;do not worry.&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful and do your work with appreciation,&lt;br /&gt;For this is Spiritual Awakening.&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to all living things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning and at night, With hands held in prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Think this with your mind, Chant this with your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Keep good intentions in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-7687712281653429641?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/7687712281653429641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=7687712281653429641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i push myself up after I've been shattered&lt;br /&gt;blood in my hands&lt;br /&gt;blood and tears all over my face&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are swollen and bruised&lt;br /&gt; from being punched in my face&lt;br /&gt;but yet i crawl over to the stream&lt;br /&gt;and crawl my way in to the salty waters&lt;br /&gt;i let out a short scream&lt;br /&gt;as the salt from the water enters my skin&lt;br /&gt;burns my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and yet it cleanses the skin&lt;br /&gt;i am week but yet i stay strong&lt;br /&gt;i pull out my sword&lt;br /&gt;and clean off the dirt and blood that has soaked in&lt;br /&gt;after i cleanse my skin i fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;and try to regain my strength again&lt;br /&gt;i have learnd in this life&lt;br /&gt;i can't trust anyone but myself&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that keeps me strong is my faith&lt;br /&gt;so now i am on a one mans journey&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to become the spiritual warrior i'm ment to be&lt;br /&gt;so i hold my sword up to the stars and the moon and look up to the dead of the night&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my lady and lord&lt;br /&gt; gods and goddess of the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;i now ask of u to heal my body and soul&lt;br /&gt;heal me of my wounded heart not of my love&lt;br /&gt;but of the wounds of the past that have caused me so much fear and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;i ask you to please take my wounds and fears away&lt;br /&gt; and take away my tears and make me strong again...&lt;br /&gt;I will now devote myself as a spiritual warrior to you and ask you to give me strength so i can protect and provide for this beautiful family of mine... i now only devote my life to you  &amp;amp; my love Jacquie and her family and may this family be strong together and let nothing break this bond we share.... but with you i will remain strong. let me see the light in this darkness show me the way towards the peace and light... let this change begin tonight and show me what i'm ment to do. so i will fullfill my destined path for you...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mote it be&lt;br /&gt; amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the begining of a change&lt;br /&gt;the begining of my spiritual journey has now begun&lt;br /&gt;let me not fail now&lt;br /&gt;but succed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-7902482943203011790?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/7902482943203011790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=7902482943203011790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/7902482943203011790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;but yet they still attack&lt;br /&gt;with words or fists...&lt;br /&gt;don't people have any heart ?&lt;br /&gt;i have given up&lt;br /&gt;and my body and soul is yet torn once again...&lt;br /&gt;im done&lt;br /&gt;the only thing left is my heart&lt;br /&gt;and i hold it close&lt;br /&gt;because the only one that deserves it&lt;br /&gt;is quite a distance away&lt;br /&gt;but now i will proudly travel the distance that needs to be traveled&lt;br /&gt;and give her the key&lt;br /&gt;shes the only one that deserves this .&lt;br /&gt;so I'm going to proudly hand over the key&lt;br /&gt;and slowly heal myself again.....&lt;br /&gt;only this time I'm not going to worry about whats going to be given in return&lt;br /&gt;for now i am a wounded solder heading home ......&lt;br /&gt;this is where my heart belongs&lt;br /&gt;a place called home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-2173640707475163104</id><published>2009-08-02T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:27:44.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something that makes u think</title><content type='html'>SLOW DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let a good&lt;br /&gt;friendship die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call&lt;br /&gt;and say,'Hi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance&lt;br /&gt;so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't&lt;br /&gt;last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry&lt;br /&gt;through your day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened&lt;br /&gt;gift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a&lt;br /&gt;race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-2173640707475163104?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-5408058522362200542</id><published>2009-06-30T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:21:32.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part 2</title><content type='html'>today i have cryed many many tears&lt;br /&gt;but im over them now&lt;br /&gt;i am safe for now&lt;br /&gt;soon i will have to find anouther place to go&lt;br /&gt;but for now i am safe&lt;br /&gt;whare i will go i havn't a clue&lt;br /&gt;but in time i will see&lt;br /&gt;i have to be strong&lt;br /&gt;these kids may not be my own&lt;br /&gt;but i have to prove to them i can survive anything&lt;br /&gt;so they to can survive anything too&lt;br /&gt;right now i am numb&lt;br /&gt;because my body is in pain&lt;br /&gt;but mentally im being strong&lt;br /&gt;because i know in my heart my friends&lt;br /&gt;are now my family too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-5408058522362200542?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/5408058522362200542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=5408058522362200542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/5408058522362200542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/5408058522362200542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-2.html' title='part 2'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-2338543657445058603</id><published>2009-06-30T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:08:27.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no longer the victom but the survivor</title><content type='html'>yes i am and have been a victom of vilonce&lt;br /&gt;most of my entire life&lt;br /&gt;ive been beetin&lt;br /&gt;manipulated&lt;br /&gt;lied to&lt;br /&gt;emotionaly destroyed&lt;br /&gt;yet i stand today with bruises on my face&lt;br /&gt;and view the things my family has destroyed&lt;br /&gt;all my memorys now gone and distroyed&lt;br /&gt;all these years i have been asking myself why i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;the things that happend to me during my childhood&lt;br /&gt;did i have one at all&lt;br /&gt;its now plain to see&lt;br /&gt;i never really had one&lt;br /&gt;i could never be me&lt;br /&gt;but the point is dispite how angry i am i must move on&lt;br /&gt;they are not worth my tears&lt;br /&gt;the courts will judge them for me&lt;br /&gt;its time to move on&lt;br /&gt;and be a survivor&lt;br /&gt;and no longer a victom to anything anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-2338543657445058603?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/2338543657445058603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=2338543657445058603' title='0 Comments'/><link 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true</title><content type='html'>dear family&lt;br /&gt;i no longer have any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sympathy&lt;/span&gt; for you.&lt;br /&gt;you have hurt me with your lies&lt;br /&gt;you have hurt me with your lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;honesty&lt;/span&gt; and truth&lt;br /&gt;you have hurt me with your hands and feet&lt;br /&gt;i have bruises thanks to you&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; heartless&lt;br /&gt;but in others i am all heart&lt;br /&gt;what you lack to see&lt;br /&gt;is someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;who's&lt;/span&gt; been nothing but good to you&lt;br /&gt;you are only repeating what your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;family's&lt;/span&gt; have done to you&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to play this game with you&lt;br /&gt;you can hit me all you want&lt;br /&gt;but i am to numb to give a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can lie to me all you want&lt;br /&gt; because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; expect truth from you at all&lt;br /&gt;you can play your sick little games&lt;br /&gt;but i will not follow your stupid rules anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not who you want&lt;br /&gt; and never will be anything u ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;if any two people were fucking dumb enough to be parents&lt;br /&gt; it would be you&lt;br /&gt;because you have no heart&lt;br /&gt; all you care about is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; parting ways now&lt;br /&gt;so this is goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; someone like me anyway&lt;br /&gt;because i am my own person&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; play by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;any ones&lt;/span&gt; dumb little rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; when its not a fun little game&lt;br /&gt;only a heartless selfish loveless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;idiots&lt;/span&gt; like you....&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;i wont cry a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; there are other people out there&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think anything of you&lt;br /&gt;but think the world of your daughter&lt;br /&gt;who you could care nothing about at all....&lt;br /&gt;I found love&lt;br /&gt;but it was never threw you&lt;br /&gt;as you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how to love at all....&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye to you....&lt;br /&gt;and on to the new life of mine without you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-2020897361526652779?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/2020897361526652779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-1450621580675564459</id><published>2009-06-21T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:36:31.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life in short. i wrote this in 98 shortly before my foster mother died..</title><content type='html'>goodbye meaghan hello akasha rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there once was a girl named meaghan&lt;br /&gt;who always felt scared and alone&lt;br /&gt;she was mostly in her own little world&lt;br /&gt;as she was so medicated she doesn't honistly remember a thing&lt;br /&gt;the first 13 years might as well have not been of exsistance&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt remembr a thing&lt;br /&gt;several photos of her childhood is in a book&lt;br /&gt;but what she recalls and what her family tells&lt;br /&gt;are but 2 very diffrent things&lt;br /&gt;most of meaghans life you see seemed foged or dazed&lt;br /&gt;she had seizures and was very medicated&lt;br /&gt;but when she cryed she might as well had not existed&lt;br /&gt;nobody listioned&lt;br /&gt;when she was happy nobody cared&lt;br /&gt;when she was angry or upset she was told to go away&lt;br /&gt;so one day she ran away&lt;br /&gt;far away from home..&lt;br /&gt;then one day she met a new friend&lt;br /&gt;who invited her into her home&lt;br /&gt;at first she didnt trust them&lt;br /&gt;she was hesitant to belive what this woman had to say&lt;br /&gt;but with much persistance meaghan followed her into her home and stayed&lt;br /&gt;meaghan hadnt eatin for days&lt;br /&gt;but wouldnt eat because she was very much afraid&lt;br /&gt;but still this woman persisted&lt;br /&gt;and meaghan gave in one day&lt;br /&gt;the woman sayd that child is like a rose hidden still in its leaves&lt;br /&gt;waiting to come out but to scared to&lt;br /&gt;so the thorns protect her&lt;br /&gt;when she blooms she will be something special you'll see&lt;br /&gt;so time went by&lt;br /&gt;meaghan was no longer scared&lt;br /&gt;she was no longer afraid&lt;br /&gt;she had her new family now Akasha Rose was now born&lt;br /&gt;meaghan my dear i have given you your new name the woman sayd&lt;br /&gt;meaghan asked what is that&lt;br /&gt;Akasha Rose my dear&lt;br /&gt;why is that mother?&lt;br /&gt;because your are heavins little rose my dear&lt;br /&gt;you have truly changed you're becoming strong your becoming wise&lt;br /&gt;dispite your pain&lt;br /&gt;you still have a pure heart&lt;br /&gt;Meaghan doesnt fit who you've become&lt;br /&gt;your my little rose.&lt;br /&gt;so through the years this became her name&lt;br /&gt;though meaghan still exsists in a physical sence that is....&lt;br /&gt;but legaly that name is gone&lt;br /&gt;in her mind shes long forgotin&lt;br /&gt;shes blossemed into the woman this woman taught her to be&lt;br /&gt;and now shes told her story to you at this time the brave woman with a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;is now a woman named Akasha Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just a note this woman was my foster mother just so you know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-1450621580675564459?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/1450621580675564459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=1450621580675564459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/1450621580675564459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/1450621580675564459'/><link 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sin,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stop this hot burning&lt;br /&gt;running wild through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;The urgent need to take you is driving me insane,&lt;br /&gt; My nipples harden , my thighs are on fire,&lt;br /&gt;Longing and yearning filled with desire,&lt;br /&gt;To feel you upon me to have you moving your hands all around me,&lt;br /&gt;Would have me moaning lost in ecstasy,&lt;br /&gt;To feel your teeth biting into my skin,&lt;br /&gt;Would make me feel so weak as i breathe harder the more u touch my skin,&lt;br /&gt;The two of us moving together with one common desire,&lt;br /&gt;To ignite the passion to set our souls on fire.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-5135196103960880478?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Enter my heart, break down the wall,&lt;br /&gt;its time for me to watch it fall...&lt;br /&gt;I've been a prisoner, can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;Break my chains and set me free...&lt;br /&gt;Strip me of my armor tight;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find I won't put up a fight...&lt;br /&gt;Release my soul held deep within...&lt;br /&gt;I'm Ready now, let love begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-4985670978663919585?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/4985670978663919585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=4985670978663919585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that i love you&lt;br /&gt;have i told you how you mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;you are my strength when i am week&lt;br /&gt;you are my wisdom when i can no longer think&lt;br /&gt;when i can no longer see which direction im going&lt;br /&gt;you somehow clear the bath and lead me in the right direction&lt;br /&gt;i didn't belive i was every worthy of love&lt;br /&gt;as my family never really cared&lt;br /&gt;yet you have healed my heart and truly shown me&lt;br /&gt;what love is&lt;br /&gt;and im learning from you&lt;br /&gt;each and every day&lt;br /&gt;you have made me who i am&lt;br /&gt;and you always have the key to my heart&lt;br /&gt;as your the only one who truly completes me&lt;br /&gt;you are my everything&lt;br /&gt;and i will always love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-6088064737288627112?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-1620395738202428720</id><published>2009-04-01T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:28:29.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new poem... i wrote this last night</title><content type='html'>if i had wings&lt;br /&gt;id fly acorss the sky&lt;br /&gt;just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;and never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd sail across the sea&lt;br /&gt;just to stand next to you&lt;br /&gt;and have you dance next to me&lt;br /&gt;as the waves from the sea&lt;br /&gt;crash into our feet&lt;br /&gt;and then sit next to you&lt;br /&gt;and watch the sunset&lt;br /&gt;and have dinner with you&lt;br /&gt;under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd hike up these tall mountians&lt;br /&gt; just to see you there and watch the sun go down&lt;br /&gt;with you being there&lt;br /&gt;to guide me down these tall mountians&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel safe with you as my guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd walk a thousand miles to stand by your side&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt care what the fight was over&lt;br /&gt;but if it was something you really belived in&lt;br /&gt;i would stand beside you and suport you all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats just the begining&lt;br /&gt;of what i would do for you&lt;br /&gt;and just how much i do love you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akasha rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-1620395738202428720?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/1620395738202428720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-6479920455865367306</id><published>2009-03-25T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:53:50.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some stuff i wrote back in 99</title><content type='html'>wild with desire&lt;br /&gt;my heart starts to run like the wind&lt;br /&gt;i begin to bend my knees&lt;br /&gt;and lean down beside you&lt;br /&gt;as i kiss you ever so gently&lt;br /&gt;and hold you next to me&lt;br /&gt;but i notice you staring deeply into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;for they are the windows to my soul&lt;br /&gt;look deep inside and you'll see&lt;br /&gt;just how much i love you&lt;br /&gt;isn't it obvious&lt;br /&gt;how deep my heart goes&lt;br /&gt;i can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;but what can i do&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopelessly in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the one my heart belongs&lt;br /&gt;I've waited so long&lt;br /&gt;for our arms to embrace&lt;br /&gt;hold each other close&lt;br /&gt;and gently kiss each other&lt;br /&gt;while we hold each other so&lt;br /&gt;our fingers gently go&lt;br /&gt;through each others hair&lt;br /&gt;as our kiss gets much more intense&lt;br /&gt;and then we guide our fingers&lt;br /&gt;down our backs&lt;br /&gt;and let our love for each other&lt;br /&gt;take total control&lt;br /&gt;and flow with ease&lt;br /&gt;this is one type of love&lt;br /&gt;we can't just throw back into the sea&lt;br /&gt;it's something we must keep and let grow&lt;br /&gt;as its something so primal&lt;br /&gt;so everlasting&lt;br /&gt;so natural&lt;br /&gt;so real&lt;br /&gt;what it is&lt;br /&gt;is real love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-6479920455865367306?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-8156904321849377328</id><published>2009-02-27T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:02:04.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle Of Light</title><content type='html'>I've seen the crazyist thing&lt;br /&gt;a circle of light&lt;br /&gt;it's like a maze&lt;br /&gt;it spins round and round&lt;br /&gt;the blue yellow and white&lt;br /&gt;are spinning all around me&lt;br /&gt;its like i was in a daze&lt;br /&gt;and the world was spinning&lt;br /&gt;but it's not what you think&lt;br /&gt;my sixth sence has woken up&lt;br /&gt;once more&lt;br /&gt;it's just cleaning&lt;br /&gt;the bad energy out of my soul&lt;br /&gt;to some i may apear odd for letting them go&lt;br /&gt;but if i don't i'll never truly know&lt;br /&gt;what's to become of me&lt;br /&gt;i've given everything up&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting over again&lt;br /&gt;some people may never know&lt;br /&gt;who or what lays within this soul of mine&lt;br /&gt;but only those that have taken the time&lt;br /&gt;will really know&lt;br /&gt;the real side of me&lt;br /&gt;others wish to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akasha Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-8156904321849377328?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/8156904321849377328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=8156904321849377328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/8156904321849377328'/><link rel='self' 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In All Shapes And Forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To Finally Feel Like I Have A Purpose Here ...Perhaps Learn To Be A Better Mentor Towrds People...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm Going  Back To School. Maybe Not To Get A Degree But To Get Certified In Something Usefull..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To Travel Someware And Just Sit On A Beach And Enjoy Life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To Get My Home Buisness To Take Off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To Always Have People In My Life That Think The world Of Me &amp;amp; That Make Me Happy To Simply Be Around Them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  To Be A Positive Roll Model To My Nephew John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. To Always Remind That Special Someone In My Life How Much I Love Her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. To Finally Get The Surgury Done that I've Been Putting Off For Years... ( i'll do this one last thank you lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. To Always Think Positive And Stay Focused On My Goals &amp;amp; Dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-7799731347288791688?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/7799731347288791688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=7799731347288791688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/7799731347288791688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/7799731347288791688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-goals-for-new-year.html' title='my goals for the new year'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-4118758776162778898</id><published>2009-02-06T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:42:24.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brutal Truth.....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I Think I'm Scared Of My Own Shadow. Truth Is I'm Just Scared Of Anything Anymore. I Think I'm Lost. I Feel Helpless. I Need A Friend A Mentor . Someone Who Can Remind Me Or Help Me See Something Positive About Myself So I Can See The Light Again.. And Push Me In The Direction I Need To Go..  Can U Help Me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-4118758776162778898?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/4118758776162778898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=4118758776162778898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/4118758776162778898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/4118758776162778898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2009/02/brutal-truth.html' title='The Brutal Truth.....'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-1162517508988555307</id><published>2009-01-30T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:40:34.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life!</title><content type='html'>Life Lessons By Regina Brett, columnist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take yourself so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to win every argument.&lt;br /&gt;Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;It's OK to let children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Don't compare your life to others'.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything can change in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short for long pity parties.&lt;br /&gt;Get busy living, or get busy dying.&lt;br /&gt;You can get through anything if you stay put in today.&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to have a happy childhood.&lt;br /&gt;But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to going after what you love in life,&lt;br /&gt;don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;Don't save it for a special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Today is special.Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;Frame every so-called disaster with these words:&lt;br /&gt;"In five years, will this matter?"&lt;br /&gt;Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will.&lt;br /&gt;Stay in touch.Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;God loves you because of who God is,&lt;br /&gt;not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;All children get only one childhood. Make it memorable.&lt;br /&gt;Read the Psalms. They cover every human emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't ask, you don't get.&lt;br /&gt;Yield.Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-1162517508988555307?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/1162517508988555307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=1162517508988555307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/1162517508988555307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/1162517508988555307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html' title='Life!'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-6296046218432538411</id><published>2009-01-20T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:20:34.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my poem to jackie :)</title><content type='html'>every day, every moment i will love u with all my heart jackie&lt;br /&gt;there will never be a day where i will change how i feel for you&lt;br /&gt;there wont ever be a day whare i will not love you and everything you are&lt;br /&gt;there will never be  a day u wont know how much i belive in you&lt;br /&gt;u mean the world to methere is not a worda qoutea poema story or song in this world that will tell u just how much i love u&lt;br /&gt;just remember your not alone&lt;br /&gt;whether it be physically or spiritualy&lt;br /&gt;i will always be there&lt;br /&gt;we need not to fear anything&lt;br /&gt;just hold hands and stay strong&lt;br /&gt;together we will get through anything&lt;br /&gt;just hang on and remain strong&lt;br /&gt;when we come together once again&lt;br /&gt;i will be there for you until the very end&lt;br /&gt;never doubt this magical bond we have&lt;br /&gt;for we share something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;a real love and friendship that will last a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;and thats more than most people get in there life&lt;br /&gt;so let us always cherish this&lt;br /&gt;and remind ourselves just how lucky we truly are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-6296046218432538411?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/6296046218432538411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=6296046218432538411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/6296046218432538411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/6296046218432538411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-poem-to-jackie.html' title='my poem to jackie :)'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-4546574517687615307</id><published>2009-01-16T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:12:19.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something i wrote back in 96</title><content type='html'>Burned&lt;br /&gt;As I stand by these stoned walls&lt;br /&gt;I’m locked up with these cold metal chains&lt;br /&gt;People all around me hollering and screaming&lt;br /&gt;There’s two arrows holding my arms up right&lt;br /&gt;These evil people had shot them into me&lt;br /&gt;The bloods dripping on the ground beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;As someone stabs a black dagger into my heart&lt;br /&gt;I’m bleeding and I scream in pain&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me die dear lord I beg of you please&lt;br /&gt;But the blood continues to poor out and drip down to my feet&lt;br /&gt;I slowly tilt my head forward and close my eyes and weep&lt;br /&gt;They take these stakes and put them near my feet&lt;br /&gt;Took the fire from the torch and lit the flames on my shirt&lt;br /&gt;As I scream and burn away&lt;br /&gt;I’m in even more pain now&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow I wont die once these people are gone&lt;br /&gt; God will pore the rain down upon me&lt;br /&gt;And heal my wounds from this earth and set me free of these chains&lt;br /&gt;So I can go along with my journey&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I need to say&lt;br /&gt;I will travel on my friend&lt;br /&gt;Someday…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-4546574517687615307?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-7683374353561099514</id><published>2008-11-09T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:59:40.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is...</title><content type='html'>Love is like magic&lt;br /&gt;And it always will be.&lt;br /&gt; For love still remains&lt;br /&gt; Life's sweet mystery!!&lt;br /&gt; Love works in ways&lt;br /&gt; That are wondrous and strange&lt;br /&gt; And there's nothing in life&lt;br /&gt;That love cannot change!!&lt;br /&gt;Love can transform&lt;br /&gt;The most common place&lt;br /&gt;Into beauty and splendor&lt;br /&gt; And sweetness and grace.&lt;br /&gt; Love is unselfish,&lt;br /&gt;Understanding and kind,&lt;br /&gt; For it sees with its heart&lt;br /&gt; And not with its mind!!&lt;br /&gt; Love is the answer&lt;br /&gt;That everyone seeks...&lt;br /&gt;Love is the language,&lt;br /&gt; That every heart speaks.&lt;br /&gt; Love can't be bought,&lt;br /&gt;It is priceless and free,&lt;br /&gt; Love, like pure magic,&lt;br /&gt;Is life's sweet mystery!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-7683374353561099514?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/7683374353561099514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=7683374353561099514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/7683374353561099514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/7683374353561099514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-is.html' title='Love Is...'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-7285037422629465316</id><published>2008-11-06T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:16:51.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Random poetry.. I wrote This Years Ago ....</title><content type='html'>My Love For You Is Undying&lt;br /&gt;instead it continues to grow.&lt;br /&gt;Though we may not be speaking...&lt;br /&gt;I think there's something you should know.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way your hair glistens in the sun&lt;br /&gt;and shines through the summers pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you feel&lt;br /&gt;when you're up close&lt;br /&gt; keeping me warm on those cold winter nights.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you just hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;whisper in my ear and make me smile&lt;br /&gt;with every nice loving word that you say.&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel smart, funny and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;But know my heart belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;and that's all you will ever need to know.&lt;br /&gt;For our love will always continue to grow.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you goes so deep&lt;br /&gt;for every breath and touch of you give me&lt;br /&gt;I begin to shiver...&lt;br /&gt;yet you put your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;and my heart beets faster&lt;br /&gt; I feel warm all over..&lt;br /&gt;For each time I cry&lt;br /&gt;you cry along with me&lt;br /&gt;and share my sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;yet you still make me feel strong.&lt;br /&gt;By encouraging me to move on&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you light up the room&lt;br /&gt;with your warm laughter and cheer&lt;br /&gt;and make sure everyone in that room knows&lt;br /&gt;your true to your heart and and that you love me so&lt;br /&gt;it shows when u kiss me in front of your friends&lt;br /&gt; hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;and let everyone know how much u love me.&lt;br /&gt;For when we go out on the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;you make sure you hold me close to protect me&lt;br /&gt;But even then my love your the light to my day&lt;br /&gt;even if god shall decide to take me into the pearly gate&lt;br /&gt;Iwill forever be watching over you&lt;br /&gt;as u would with me&lt;br /&gt;and I will be there in the light&lt;br /&gt;to walk with you in the gate of eternity...&lt;br /&gt;So mote it be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-7285037422629465316?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/7285037422629465316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=7285037422629465316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/7285037422629465316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/7285037422629465316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-random-poetry-i-wrote-this-years.html' title='More Random poetry.. I wrote This Years Ago ....'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-6292437913261540339</id><published>2008-11-06T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:08:11.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind Yourself That You Are Beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes you need to remind yourself....&lt;br /&gt;You can beet that lonely feeling&lt;br /&gt;If you finally be at one with yourself...&lt;br /&gt;And love who you really are..&lt;br /&gt;Remind youself your beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;And smile&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is just to make youself feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-6292437913261540339?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/6292437913261540339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=6292437913261540339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/6292437913261540339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/6292437913261540339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/11/remind-yourself-that-you-are-beautiful.html' title='Remind Yourself That You Are Beautiful!'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-1481463790403731887</id><published>2008-11-06T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:02:12.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeds Of Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeds of Promise   &lt;br /&gt;Golden beams of joy&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the day&lt;br /&gt;Transform to a fragile flower.&lt;br /&gt;Intricate lacy patterns,&lt;br /&gt;Woven with gossamer threads&lt;br /&gt;of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Translucent desires, &lt;br /&gt;Visible for those with feelings,&lt;br /&gt;hidden from those with none.&lt;br /&gt;Whispers on the breeze&lt;br /&gt;of promise.&lt;br /&gt;Seeds scatter&lt;br /&gt;cast on the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Spreading wishes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Messengers of hope&lt;br /&gt;and renewal.&lt;br /&gt;A promise of new life,&lt;br /&gt;of beginnings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  © 1996 Kirsti A. Dyer, MD, M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-1481463790403731887?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/1481463790403731887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=1481463790403731887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/1481463790403731887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/1481463790403731887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/11/seeds-of-promise.html' title='Seeds Of Promise'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-5815497537848962532</id><published>2008-11-06T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:55:38.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry-Selena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OPEN YOUR HEART TO CONNECT YOUR MIND TO YOUR FEELINGS TO SHOW YOUR INNER WORLD...WITHOUT FEARS, BUT WITH FAITH ...THAT THE PEOPLE WHO GET THE PRIVILEGE TO SHARE THAT INTIMATE WORLD...CAN UNDERSTAND HOW SIMPLE IS TO GIVE THE BEST OF YOU TO OTHERS... LEAVING THE PAIN BEHIND IN THE PAST, BECAUSE WE DON'T BELONG TO OUR PAST, WE BELONG TO OUR DREAMS, TO OUR PRESENT AND TO OURSELVES....TO BELONG IS A DECISION A SELFLESSNESS AND ONLY MAKE SENSE WHEN WE CAN UNDERSTAND THAT THE ONLY REAL TIME THAT WORTH ANY EFFORT ANY COMMITMENT IS THE PRESENT...AND THE PRESENT IS ALL WHAT YOU HAVE HERE, YOU MUST GIVE ALL WHAT YOU HAVE TO GIVE....TODAY. WHEN YOU FORGET THE "FUTURE OBSESSION" TO DECIDE TO ENJOY YOUR PRESENT... YOU WILL SOW CONSCIOUSLY TODAY AND DEFINITELY YOU WILL HAVE A BETTER HARVEST IN THAT FUTURE THAT SINCE THIS MOMENT YOU WILL FREE. YOU WILL BE SURPRISE WHEN YOU DISCOVER THAT YOU ENJOY THE JOURNEY OF YOUR LIFE AND DAY AFTER DAY YOU WILL START TO CONNECT THE PIECES OF A LIFE THAT YOU ARE ENJOYING... A LIFE THAT YOU FINALLY STARTED TO LIVE CONSCIOUSLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~SELENA~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-5815497537848962532?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/5815497537848962532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=5815497537848962532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/5815497537848962532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/5815497537848962532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/11/poetry-selena.html' title='Poetry-Selena'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-2121178745086670112</id><published>2008-11-05T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:37:30.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Dance</title><content type='html'>Let's dance tonight as if nobody is watching&lt;br /&gt;we can hold each other close while the night is still young&lt;br /&gt;smell the salty air as the wind gently taps your long soft hair&lt;br /&gt;and the perfume from your skin slowly lifts with the air&lt;br /&gt;pulling you closer and closer as i kiss you gently upon your lips&lt;br /&gt;my arms wrap around you not ever wanting to let go...&lt;br /&gt;as sun gently fades away I hold you close&lt;br /&gt;as we listion to the soft jazz music playing in the background&lt;br /&gt;the ocean waves tap our feet as we dance in the sand&lt;br /&gt;but when the night finally arives&lt;br /&gt; the stars finally arive and light up the sky&lt;br /&gt; a wave gently crashes in and we loose our step&lt;br /&gt;and we crash into the white sand&lt;br /&gt;i lean you back along the sand and start to kiss youu all over&lt;br /&gt;my hands slowly moving all over your soft skin&lt;br /&gt;as you begin to shiver .&lt;br /&gt;but my heart starts to move so fast&lt;br /&gt;so rapidly&lt;br /&gt;i need to come up to breathe&lt;br /&gt;so i come up to surface and gently kiss you again&lt;br /&gt;only this time i kiss you&lt;br /&gt;as if i may never breathe again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-2121178745086670112?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/2121178745086670112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=2121178745086670112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/2121178745086670112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/2121178745086670112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-dance.html' title='Lets Dance'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-7797956579446648870</id><published>2008-11-05T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:15:40.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Poem I wrote for a friend to give his wife....</title><content type='html'>So I have finally found someone i really really honistly love with all my heart... I gota admit i never thought i'd feel this way about anyone...And yes i tend to get scared of how i feel about them at times. but i keep smiling everytime i'm around them. I've never felt so beautiful or special in all my life... Though I originally wrote this poem for a friend of mine to give to his soon to be wife... Just MAYBE one day.... I can give "That Special Someone" this poem to later down the road.When we've come to this point in our lives. but until that day im sharing this poem i've writen for my friend to give to his soon to be wife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could have just one wish&lt;br /&gt;I would wish that i could spend each day of my life with you&lt;br /&gt;for without you i am week&lt;br /&gt;you make me strong&lt;br /&gt;without you i can not find a reason to smile&lt;br /&gt;for i have tears in my eyes when you distance yourself from me&lt;br /&gt;or are having a bad day&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand seeing you upset or hurt&lt;br /&gt;your not alone&lt;br /&gt;i cry with you&lt;br /&gt;when you laugh i laugh with you&lt;br /&gt;when you smile i smile too&lt;br /&gt;each night before i sleep&lt;br /&gt;i ask the great spirit to watch over you&lt;br /&gt;for i know we are what seems like a world apart&lt;br /&gt;but i know we will make it through&lt;br /&gt;we will see each other face to face&lt;br /&gt;and ether be laughing with giant smiles on our faces&lt;br /&gt;or be shedding tears of joy in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;ether way all of this will be worth it in the end&lt;br /&gt;just belive&lt;br /&gt;I love you more and more each day&lt;br /&gt;flaws and all&lt;br /&gt;you are still beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;smart as can be&lt;br /&gt;and you have a heart of gold you ware on your sleeve like i do&lt;br /&gt;thats why i know in my heart we were ment to be&lt;br /&gt;for we wont do anything to hurt each other&lt;br /&gt;we will be each others knight&lt;br /&gt;protect each other when the other feels week&lt;br /&gt;take care of each other when the other is ill&lt;br /&gt;be there for each other for each living day&lt;br /&gt;and be suporitve of each others dreams&lt;br /&gt;remember we are a team you and i&lt;br /&gt;i will always be there for you whether were neer or far&lt;br /&gt;no need to worry&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;nobody will ever take my heart away from you&lt;br /&gt;as nobody diserves to be treated like a queen more than you&lt;br /&gt;I am giving you this ring&lt;br /&gt;as a promise to you&lt;br /&gt;whether were neer or far i will always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;i will be your friend tell the end of time&lt;br /&gt;help you achive the dreams that seem impossible for you to achive&lt;br /&gt;as i know you will always do the same for me...&lt;br /&gt;this is my promiss to you&lt;br /&gt;i shall love&lt;br /&gt;honer&lt;br /&gt;cheerish&lt;br /&gt;each and every day i have being in your life&lt;br /&gt;you've taught me so much in the little time i have known you&lt;br /&gt;you've opened my mind&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;my spirit&lt;br /&gt;i would have never been so sencitive to things&lt;br /&gt;or be as strong as i am if it wernt for you.&lt;br /&gt;you might say you've just been there for me&lt;br /&gt;you've done more than that&lt;br /&gt;you've shed a light into me that i thought was long forgotin&lt;br /&gt;this is why your the only one wothy of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;but it goes far beyond this poem or what these simple words can say&lt;br /&gt;just dont break this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;I would be lost without you.....&lt;br /&gt;I love you far more than these simple words can say&lt;br /&gt;you are my everything........&lt;br /&gt;when u see me face to face you will see it my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and the soul will speak to you when my words alone wont come through&lt;br /&gt;thats just our secret&lt;br /&gt;you will see even through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;just how much i love you&lt;br /&gt;until i see you again&lt;br /&gt;I say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Ti Amo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-7797956579446648870?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-2081908521964603438</id><published>2008-11-04T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:13:22.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11-4-08 a day I shall always remember....The Beginning of a New America..</title><content type='html'>Today my friends I have witnessed a miracle in itself. Today I have seen a country that was falling apart make a decision that would change America’s outcome for the next 4 years... today Obama became America’s next president. Not only that,  he got just as many electoral votes as Johnson did in the 60's . I have to say for my generation Obama has made history. Not just for the fact that this is the first black president ever in the U.S.A.  But for my generation at least he is the JFK &amp;amp; Martin Luther King of our area...to all the young voters out there that never saw JFK or Martin Luther King but in history books. Now our children, our grandchildren will see a new history in the making when they look at what our generation has seen. I have to admit I have seen some amazing things in my life. but I gota say out of all the presidents I’ve seen in my life carter, Regan, Bush Sr., Clinton, Bush W. even... I believe these next 4 years will be not only be history in the making . But slowly become what America is meant to be... United States of America.. Maya Angelou once wrote a poem ( which is also in my blog) " These states are not yet united." Well, I think the time will come where this Untidiness will finally arise. Granted there will always be the racists who didn't vote for him because he wasn’t white, or the people who didn't think he could make it, or the people that just didn’t care to listen to someone who was different even. But I hope within the next four years these nave people see. Not only did he achieve what they never thought was possible. But prove to them that he can unite this country and really turn this country back around to the great country the world once saw us as... To most countries though the U.S.A will always be the power leader.. but do to our last president I think we've had allot of these countries question what our country is about....I know of a few people who didn't want to come into this country because they wanted to see who would be president next.. They were scared to come here only to be apart of broken country. I myself was ready to give up everything I had if McCain had honestly won. As I honestly don't think that man would have helped this country at all . I was ready to ship off to another country. But now I’m happy to say I  think this country will be United once and for all..... The next 4 years will be simply be the beginning of a New United States of America...... So now we can only wait and see. What the new America will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-2081908521964603438?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/2081908521964603438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=2081908521964603438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/2081908521964603438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/2081908521964603438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/11/11-4-08-day-i-shall-always-rememberthe.html' title='11-4-08 a day I shall always remember....The Beginning of a New America..'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-3334371182136901268</id><published>2008-11-04T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:38:35.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was venting when i wrote this... this is old..</title><content type='html'>Shedding tears from sadness&lt;br /&gt;tears from pain&lt;br /&gt;though i apear happy&lt;br /&gt;in the inside i am sad&lt;br /&gt;i would love to say i'm smileing&lt;br /&gt;but for the moment i'm just to mad&lt;br /&gt;i lay hear on the ground shedding out my tears&lt;br /&gt;breaking limbs from trees from anger&lt;br /&gt;i've burryed in my soul for so many years&lt;br /&gt;but now is time to cry and shed all these tears&lt;br /&gt;that have been burried withen me for so long&lt;br /&gt;i'm tierd of the games&lt;br /&gt;i'm tierd of the lies&lt;br /&gt;its time to take care of myself&lt;br /&gt;and learn to spread my wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;perhaps one day&lt;br /&gt;i will have people all around me&lt;br /&gt;who will love me for who i really am&lt;br /&gt;and not need to spare my feelings&lt;br /&gt;and just simply be real&lt;br /&gt;as i am with them&lt;br /&gt;but for now this tree is now broken&lt;br /&gt;i've planted the seeds&lt;br /&gt;and its time to rebegin&lt;br /&gt;I'm simply starting over again.....&lt;br /&gt;With My Friends Me , Myself &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;Can u prove to be worthy of them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-3334371182136901268?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/3334371182136901268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=3334371182136901268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/3334371182136901268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/3334371182136901268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-venting-when-i-wrote-this-this-is.html' title='i was venting when i wrote this... this is old..'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-474617406760742713</id><published>2008-11-04T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:28:41.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Love??</title><content type='html'>what is love? it is not what the other can do for you or what u can do for them... love is being able to love someone unconditionaly and accept the fact whether they would rather be your friend or your partner in this so called world and loving them unconditionaly ether or way....&lt;br /&gt;i personaly would rather die knowing i had loved my best friend for life respecting they never wanted a intimate moment with me than to never loved at all....&lt;br /&gt;to me that is the ability to love completely with no shame...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-474617406760742713?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/474617406760742713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=474617406760742713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/474617406760742713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/474617406760742713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-love.html' title='What Is Love??'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-8786943655436405877</id><published>2008-11-04T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:19:55.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not for Those who aren't Into BDSM LOL  You've been warned</title><content type='html'>Life As A Slave.....My Story....* Fantasy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello My name Is Jewel I Live Inside My Night Club The Crows Nest In New Mexico.... My  Mistress Jade and i have lived together now for over 7 years. We run the crows nest together . The crows nest is a small underground club where people like us can mingle with others who love bondage and the BDSM lifestyle.... Jade and I are both bisexual woman who are committed to each other but bring in other partners into our household now and again for sheer entertainment.... I am a slave to Mistress Jade but now and again when we bring men into our home and we both play the dom. role for sheer reason i refuse to be a slave or servant to any man . Though here are a few exeptions to that. But i'll explain that much later. Jade and i work as a team when men come into play. However woman just make me week to my knees and i need a strong woman preferably dominate because i don't mind being told what to do by a woman . in fact i love it . it gives me direction now and again and sometimes i need that... Now your probably asking why we live in our club... well truth is we live above it... on the outside you just see what appears to be your typical 2 story New Mexico home.... below it is where we created space underneath you'd think there was nothing there but a dirt road... but look very carefully to the back of the building... Do You see the skeleton over to the right? He has a sign in his hands saying enter at your own risk with an arrow pointing to what looks like a old pipe stair handle...go over to it and look below whare the stone walls are &amp;amp; u will find a doorway that leads to the club.... its a trick of the eye really.... but if you know the area well that's the entry way to the crows nest..... now let us begin the journey and i will introduce you to my home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a thurday night and at the crows nest tonight there is alot of activity tonight.... Tonight my mistress assigned me to be in the cage which i dont mind. It's one of my favorit spots in the club to be... course there will be nights i may be sitting there for hours before anyone has the balls to come into the cage with me. as my mistress is very picky about who comes into the cage when i'm in there. For good reason mind you. she doesnt like people doing things to me she didnt give them permision to do in the first place. so whoever comes into the cage must know the rules well and follow them or there is a big price to pay.... like loosing out on club privlidges maybe? ah its more than that but let us go on.... this cage is so sexy.... it was built by some friends of ours back in the day when she and i had just met...the cage is maybe as large as a king size bed and about 7'5 feet tall... not very big to some to big for others maybe.... but this cage was perfict... it had bars u could sit on, chains and velvet rope all around it.... chains heavy enough whare someone could easyily tie your hands and feet and pull u to the top of the cage if they wanted too.... or just tie your hands to the posts and chain your feet to the ground... to some this may be horifying... but to me it was awsome...... now that cage is in our club mind you.... and i have been sent to it tonight... this man who has come into the cage tonight knows my mistress and i well. His name is Silverwolf. one of the natives down here in  New Mexico... He knows the rules and knows what the punishments are if my mistress finds out hes not followed them. as i've seen him get brutaly beeten for not listioning to her before.... he's got a scar on his back from when he was hit to hard one day by misstress jade... she didnt feel sorry for him though. but he was in pain for days after that.... So he knows not to misbehave now that she and i are the owners of the nest... Tonight i notice he's brought in some rope....some very fine silk rope.. at first glance you'd think it was the type of rope sailors use to dock there boats.... but this is a very fine white silk rope strong enough to do whatever he desires.... but i know his routine all to well... he has me stare him right in the eye and he leans over and kisses me i put my hands together and hand them out for him to tie my wrists together and then he ties me up to the bar handle and runs his fingers all over me.... rubs my skin with baby oil and uses just his hands..... he runs them all over me and gets on his kness like hes worshiping the ground i'm on.there are tears in his eyes .you can tell he wants to do more to me than just rub lotion on me and tie me up. But u see he's very much afraid..don't get me wrong when he and i are intimate with each other its a rather deep sensual kinda sex. But it drives him crazy knowing he cant nearly drive me as crazy as my mistress can.. The way she touches me sends shivers through me... i can orgasim just with her biteing me alone.... i dont know what it is.... but it makes silverwolf very jelous.... so he trys his very best to drive me crazy.... for the moment silver is just massaging me which is nice.... But It looks like hes in trouble again.. Jade is coming over to the cage now . silver trembles and leans back against the wall... Silver how many times do i have to tell u this girl doesnt want you.... She belongs to me.... Stand back &amp;amp; step aside and let me show you what this girl realy needs..........&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-8786943655436405877?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/8786943655436405877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=8786943655436405877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/8786943655436405877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/8786943655436405877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-for-those-who-arent-into-bdsm-lol.html' title='Not for Those who aren&apos;t Into BDSM LOL  You&apos;ve been warned'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-845467440794789954</id><published>2008-10-31T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:02:39.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just random poetry</title><content type='html'>The first time we met,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had a friend.&lt;br /&gt;The thing I did not know is&lt;br /&gt;that I would want to&lt;br /&gt;love you until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;Your precious love&lt;br /&gt; has turned my life completely around,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm walking,&lt;br /&gt;but my feet don't seem to touch the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you seem to be&lt;br /&gt;my shinning light&lt;br /&gt;guiding me through the long, dark night.&lt;br /&gt;As I lie alone in bed&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you and yet&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you think of me too&lt;br /&gt;as one more night slowly drags by.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were there with you,&lt;br /&gt;kissing your sweet lips&lt;br /&gt;under the pale moon light,&lt;br /&gt;and holding you, so very tight.&lt;br /&gt;You really are the woman of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and I can't wait to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I know our time away seems like an eternity,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll wait forever to be in your life.&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I need you,&lt;br /&gt;I want you,&lt;br /&gt;and I will for all my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-845467440794789954?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/845467440794789954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=845467440794789954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/845467440794789954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/845467440794789954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-random-poetry.html' title='just random poetry'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-6056850213183866152</id><published>2008-10-31T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:40:58.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful</title><content type='html'>Today, I am thankful to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;Thankful that I have four silly animals&lt;br /&gt;That love me unconditionally...&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;That I am not paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;Though I am paralyzed emotionally still in some ways&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful it is no longer a physical issue...&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;That I have learned once again&lt;br /&gt;To remain strong when people&lt;br /&gt;Around me try to hurt me with hate&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy and anger&lt;br /&gt;I no longer let them&lt;br /&gt;Paralyze me with fear&lt;br /&gt;Or paralyze me with sadness&lt;br /&gt;Instead&lt;br /&gt;I mute them out with my ears&lt;br /&gt;And just walk on by&lt;br /&gt;Though in there eyes I am being selfish&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart I am being strong&lt;br /&gt;By keeping positive thoughts in mind&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;That the goddess has sent me here on this land&lt;br /&gt;Not only to learn new things&lt;br /&gt; And remember things from my past&lt;br /&gt;But to teach others the ways of the old&lt;br /&gt;And to have them remember the one important thing&lt;br /&gt;That the only person we need to be true to is ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go&lt;br /&gt;Family eventually passes on&lt;br /&gt;Lovers don't always remain faithful&lt;br /&gt;And don't always stay with us forever&lt;br /&gt;As temptation and lust usually always&lt;br /&gt;Take them away&lt;br /&gt;If the trust itself hasn't been already broken&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;That my life has changed&lt;br /&gt;I have met new people&lt;br /&gt;Learned new things&lt;br /&gt;Become more spiritual&lt;br /&gt;And have achieved some&lt;br /&gt;Impossible dreams&lt;br /&gt;Today I will set new goals for myself&lt;br /&gt;And once again&lt;br /&gt;Try to achieve the impossible&lt;br /&gt;So today I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;To just be living&lt;br /&gt;And to simply be me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-6056850213183866152?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/6056850213183866152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=6056850213183866152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/6056850213183866152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/6056850213183866152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/thankful.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-4683371459721906249</id><published>2008-10-31T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:24:35.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woman of her own words</title><content type='html'>As i stand upon these tall rocks&lt;br /&gt; along the shore of the sea&lt;br /&gt;I stretch my arms like wings&lt;br /&gt;and let the wind come beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;i take pride as i gaze up into the sun&lt;br /&gt;and see the beauty of its light&lt;br /&gt;I love how the rays of light&lt;br /&gt;touch the water of this giant mysterious sea&lt;br /&gt;thank you god for letting the spirit of the earth&lt;br /&gt;be apart of my whole world&lt;br /&gt;for i love it so&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for giving me&lt;br /&gt; the strength and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;to live my life the way i should&lt;br /&gt;i relise i am not like many other people&lt;br /&gt;for this is a unique gift&lt;br /&gt;i may not be smart at everything&lt;br /&gt;but i am wise&lt;br /&gt;i may not appear to be as old as my words&lt;br /&gt;but let that knowledge and wisdom I speak&lt;br /&gt;that i love and care for&lt;br /&gt; become stronger and wiser&lt;br /&gt; when people need guidance&lt;br /&gt;i may not be as beautiful as the moon and stars&lt;br /&gt; in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;but i am beautiful in my own special way&lt;br /&gt;ether through my words&lt;br /&gt;wisdom&lt;br /&gt;strength&lt;br /&gt;knowladge&lt;br /&gt;or just the way i am&lt;br /&gt;i am my own unique person&lt;br /&gt;and that shall never change&lt;br /&gt;even as i grow old&lt;br /&gt;but i do not wish to be rememberd for being a writer&lt;br /&gt;or an artist&lt;br /&gt;i do not wish to be rememberd for my beauty&lt;br /&gt;or my health&lt;br /&gt;i want to be remembered as a woman of her own words&lt;br /&gt;nothing less &amp;amp; nothing more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-4683371459721906249?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/4683371459721906249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=4683371459721906249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/4683371459721906249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/4683371459721906249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/woman-of-her-own-words.html' title='woman of her own words'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-737686006335093770</id><published>2008-10-31T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:10:22.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oneness</title><content type='html'>Spring turns into Summer&lt;br /&gt;Summer into Fall&lt;br /&gt;Fall Into Winter&lt;br /&gt;And Winter Into Spring.&lt;br /&gt;And So is the way of life.&lt;br /&gt;Things Are Always Changing&lt;br /&gt;It's up to us to accept them&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they are&lt;br /&gt;And go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;Because with change comes&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Fights that we've won&lt;br /&gt;Battles we've lost&lt;br /&gt;For with each change that comes&lt;br /&gt;We ourselves grow&lt;br /&gt;So accept change&lt;br /&gt;Know matter what fears you may have&lt;br /&gt;Because friends come and go&lt;br /&gt;Are family ushally parts ways&lt;br /&gt;We need to allow ourselves to be&lt;br /&gt;Both teachers and studants&lt;br /&gt;When we can be both of these things&lt;br /&gt;We go far beyond&lt;br /&gt;What we poosibly think&lt;br /&gt;We can accomplish in our lives&lt;br /&gt;So accept change&lt;br /&gt;And be one with yourself&lt;br /&gt;Do what is best for you&lt;br /&gt;And feel the oneness&lt;br /&gt;Withen yourself&lt;br /&gt;With a special friend&lt;br /&gt;With nature&lt;br /&gt;Be one with the oneness&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;And you will see&lt;br /&gt;What the oneness can do for you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-737686006335093770?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/737686006335093770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=737686006335093770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/737686006335093770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/737686006335093770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/oneness.html' title='Oneness'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-1239535595381538493</id><published>2008-10-30T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:46:46.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off With The Old.. In With The New...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the start of a new begining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its time to renew my soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and start my life in a new postive direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm giveing up this pointless job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and leaving this family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that ovbiously doesnt care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;try to understand me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off With the old in with the new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least when i start my life again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i will have someone who loves me for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my circle of friends will become more my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i can always count on those &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who have been there for me from the very start...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting rid of anything that reminds me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of sorrow and pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and keeping those few things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; that mean the world to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats all I can ask for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing less nothing more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-1239535595381538493?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/1239535595381538493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=1239535595381538493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/1239535595381538493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/1239535595381538493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/off-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Off With The Old.. In With The New...'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-1400720760377350674</id><published>2008-10-30T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:36:15.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today Dear Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to walk onto the war zone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up to the top of these hills whare the battle is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And surrender....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life in short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has been like a roller coaster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has many hillsTwists &amp;amp; Turns....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone in many circles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But today I am Surrendering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm putting down my sword&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Throwing down my shield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart has been shattered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like glass &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thrown and shatterd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Into millions of  little pieces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not know how long I can go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With this battle of mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in need of some real honisty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Loyal Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone I can give my heart to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not watch it be broken again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm surrendering my heart to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find me someone I can trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surrender my heart too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone who will protect me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love me for who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And be careful of this heart of mine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But until that dayI need you to take care of this heart of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I can be once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The warrior I am meant to be.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-1400720760377350674?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-2157532492858759938</id><published>2008-10-30T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:30:39.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Pedal</title><content type='html'>Perfect as a rose pedal&lt;br /&gt;Watch as it endures&lt;br /&gt;The blooms fight for their life&lt;br /&gt;As they are surrounded by knives&lt;br /&gt;For what they know best&lt;br /&gt;Is the blossom of their hearts&lt;br /&gt;They live in the moment they open&lt;br /&gt;Hopes to achieve, reside in their minds&lt;br /&gt;Pedals come and pedals go&lt;br /&gt;Stop to watch as they appear&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate the colors and smells&lt;br /&gt;Learn from them while they are here&lt;br /&gt;For they will disappear&lt;br /&gt;No more chances do they get&lt;br /&gt;They cannot be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;For they must open and if they don't&lt;br /&gt;It is the end&lt;br /&gt;Some will arise to the occasion&lt;br /&gt;They are beautiful in every way&lt;br /&gt;Every chance they get&lt;br /&gt;To send sweet aroma in the air&lt;br /&gt;To fill the days with colors so fair&lt;br /&gt;But the life is short&lt;br /&gt;Because they opened, they must fall&lt;br /&gt;The fall to death&lt;br /&gt;Conscious of the life they lived&lt;br /&gt;Are they successful or&lt;br /&gt;Do they suffer in agony&lt;br /&gt;as the last pedal falls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-2157532492858759938?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/2157532492858759938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=2157532492858759938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/2157532492858759938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/2157532492858759938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-pedal.html' title='Last Pedal'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-5893612877232836165</id><published>2008-10-30T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:12:44.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Of Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel Of Fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I See You Walking To Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In That Long Silk White Dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Dark Hair Dancing In The Wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Flames Around You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seem To Shine Through Your Hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've Come Into My Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With What To Gain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Can Give You My Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Can Give You Unconditional Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be Forever A Loyal Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Protect You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Respect The Beautiful Goddess That You Are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I Know You Don't Expect Much In Return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm Offering You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Promise You This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Will Walk Beside You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On This Long Road Ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Side By Side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wharever This Path May Take Us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell The Very End Of Time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-5893612877232836165?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/5893612877232836165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=5893612877232836165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/5893612877232836165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/5893612877232836165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/angel-of-fire.html' title='Angel Of Fire'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-8068883029810883478</id><published>2008-10-30T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:07:40.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise of the Goddess</title><content type='html'>I send out words in praise of the Goddess&lt;br /&gt;I send out words in praise of the Goddess,&lt;br /&gt;from whom all worlds flow.&lt;br /&gt;Mystery of mysteries, this continual creation,&lt;br /&gt;like a fountain forever bubbling up from the Earth's darkness,&lt;br /&gt;she is a cup that is never empty.&lt;br /&gt;Generous One, eternally giving gifts,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to you, I praise you,&lt;br /&gt;I remember you throughout my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ceisiwr Serith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-8068883029810883478?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/8068883029810883478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=8068883029810883478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/8068883029810883478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/8068883029810883478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/praise-of-goddess.html' title='Praise of the Goddess'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-2984984212478157498</id><published>2008-10-30T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:04:11.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Friends! :)</title><content type='html'>Today… I need a little lift&lt;br /&gt;Today… I need to shed some tears&lt;br /&gt;Today… I need a little encouragement&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself the friends I do have in my life&lt;br /&gt;Do indeed love me just the way I am…&lt;br /&gt;Today… I need to remind those people in my life&lt;br /&gt;That I do love just how much they mean to me..&lt;br /&gt;Today… I am telling you this I Love You….&lt;br /&gt;You Mean The World To Me…&lt;br /&gt;I value our friendship&lt;br /&gt;I value our special bond we’ve come to have&lt;br /&gt;I value the fact that you and I can tell each other anything&lt;br /&gt;And we tell each other like it is.&lt;br /&gt;I Value the fact that you and I are similar in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;But our differences seem to only help us become strong and wise…&lt;br /&gt;So I’m letting you know I’m going to be your friend for life.&lt;br /&gt;Whether we are near or far apart.&lt;br /&gt;I will always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever this path may take us.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to honor each moment we share.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope this bond we share will only deepen the more I get to know you…&lt;br /&gt;But I just thought I’d tell you in these small words&lt;br /&gt;How much you really do mean to me….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-2984984212478157498?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/2984984212478157498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=2984984212478157498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/2984984212478157498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/2984984212478157498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-my-friends.html' title='For My Friends! :)'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-8514007399690143891</id><published>2008-10-30T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:58:46.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Sun</title><content type='html'>Like Sun I watched the sun with its wings of gold&lt;br /&gt;paint the tops of the drying hills&lt;br /&gt;so that every grass was left in an orangy hue.&lt;br /&gt;I knew then what it was to pull out from within&lt;br /&gt;the will to create, for once to listen to the shouting&lt;br /&gt;of myself telling me to paint my life red,&lt;br /&gt;no longer hesitating to take that sudden stroke&lt;br /&gt;and make my world like sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-8514007399690143891?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/8514007399690143891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=8514007399690143891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/8514007399690143891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/8514007399690143891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-sun.html' title='Like Sun'/><author><name>Akasha 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There are specific acceptable ways within our families and communities that we are supposed to behave. We may not even think of these specific expectations consciously, but we know the rules, and most of us, at least publicly, play by them. One of my heroes is Henry David Thoreau (born 1817- died 1862). Thoreau always seemed to march to his own drummer, no matter how wildly unpopular he was. Most of us are frightened to death of being unpopular, maybe because we often interpret unpopular as unworthy and unlovable.Thoreau was jailed in the 1840s after refusing to pay taxes because he would not abide by the government's Indian Removal Act. "His observations were based not on some philosophy he had read or heard, but on his own direct experience of feeling the outrage of conformity, and seeing the horrors of how Native Americans were being treated by the white man. He knew that the popular practice of removing Indians from their lands was our very own Holocaust." (Wisdom of the Ages: 60 Days to Enlightenment by Dr. W. Dyer, 113)It is said that Ralph Waldo Emerson, a great friend of Thoreau's, went to visit him in jail. Emerson asked Thoreau, "What are you doing in there?" Thoreau retorted "More importantly, what are you doing OUT THERE?" Thoreau was challenging his friend to be more courageous and to stand up for what he knew to be right. In today's vernacular, Thoreau might tell Emerson to "grow a pair!"In the movie Annie Hall, the character Annie ponders how she would stand up against the Nazis. Woody's character laughed and said "Are you kidding? They would take your credit cards and you'd cave." How do we as a society and individuals stand up to support others? I humbly challenge all of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(especially myself) to do at least one courageous and loving thing that you know you must do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love and Courage To All of You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;www.simplydivinesolutions.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-468387077127613964?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/468387077127613964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=468387077127613964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/468387077127613964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/468387077127613964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/tapping-into-courage.html' title='Tapping Into Courage'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-3342188593246615349</id><published>2008-10-29T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:14:40.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes For Today!</title><content type='html'>Do not brood over your past mistakes and failures as this will only fill your mind wiht grief, regret, and depression. Do not repeat them in the future.--Swami Sivananda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding can come only at the appropriate time, and no one can say when. All that can be said is that the understanding cannot come so long as there is expectation, so long as there is a "me" wanting it.&lt;br /&gt;Balsekar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a common characteristic of human nature that a man sees the faults of others more easily than he sees his own. At the same time on the path of self-study he learns that he himself possesses all the faults that he finds in others. In order to see himself in other people's faults and not merely to see the faults of others, a man must be very sincere with himself.&lt;br /&gt;G. Gurdjieff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is best if you stay in your intuition - if you rely on what you feel and, even though it may not make logical sense, operate with trust. Impatience is a trap for many of you because you feel you need to move somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Marciniak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A Mother is neither cocky nor proud, because she knows the high school principal may call at any minute to report that her child has just driven a motorcycle through the gymnasium."&lt;br /&gt;Mary Kay Blakely"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll not listen to reason.... reason always means what someone else has got to say."&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Gaskell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want your life to be more rewarding, you have to change the way you think.&lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real power behind whatever success I have now was something I found within myself - something that's in all of us, I think, a little piece of God just waiting to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;Tina Turner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.&lt;br /&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.&lt;br /&gt;Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong positive mental attitude will create more miracles than any wonder drug.&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Neal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination is more important than knowledge...&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not protect yourself by a fence, but rather by your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Czech Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;Dale Carnegie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain.&lt;br /&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My philosophy is that not only are you responsible for your life, but doing the best at this moment puts you in the best place for the next moment.&lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your time is too precious to be sacrificed in wasted days combating the menial forces of hate, jealously, and envy. Guard your fragile life carefully. Only God can shape a flower, but any foolish child can pull it to pieces.--Og Mandino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-3342188593246615349?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/3342188593246615349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=3342188593246615349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/3342188593246615349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/3342188593246615349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-for-today.html' title='Quotes For Today!'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-4412855486613262313</id><published>2008-10-25T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:28:39.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Yet To Be United States</title><content type='html'>These Yet To Be United States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremors of your network cause kings to disappear.&lt;br /&gt; Your open mouth in angermakes nations bow in fear.&lt;br /&gt;Your bombs can change the seasons, obliterate the spring.&lt;br /&gt;What more do you long for ? Why are you suffering ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You control the human lives in Rome and Timbuktu.&lt;br /&gt;Lonely nomads wandering owe Telstar to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seas shift at your bidding, your mushrooms fill the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you unhappy ? Why do your children cry ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kneel alone in terror with dread in every glance.&lt;br /&gt;Their nights ["rights" ? - Schrift nicht lesbar] are threatened daily&lt;br /&gt;by a grim inheritance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dwell in whitened castles with deep and poisoned moats&lt;br /&gt;and cannot hear the curses which fill your children's throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Maya Angelou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-4412855486613262313?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/4412855486613262313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=4412855486613262313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/4412855486613262313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/4412855486613262313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-yet-to-be-united-states.html' title='These Yet To Be United States'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-7836914490749763940</id><published>2008-10-25T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:22:06.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECOVER YOUR HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>RECOVER YOUR HAPPINESS A-Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A--Accept&lt;br /&gt;Accept others for who they are and for the choices they've made even if you have difficulty understanding theirbeliefs, motives, or actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B--Break Away&lt;br /&gt;Break away from everything that stands in the way of what you hope to accomplish with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C--Create&lt;br /&gt;Create a family of friends whom you can share your hopes, dreams, sorrows, and happiness with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D--Decide&lt;br /&gt;Decide that you'll be successful and happy come what may, and good things will find you. The roadblocks are only minor obstacles along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E--Explore&lt;br /&gt;Explore and experiment. The world has much to offer, and you have much to give. And every time you try something new, you'll learn more about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F--Forgive&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget. Grudges only weigh you down and inspire unhappiness and grief. Soar above it, and remember that everyone makes mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G--Grow&lt;br /&gt;Leave the childhood monsters behind. They can no longer hurt you or stand in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H--Hope&lt;br /&gt;Hope for the best and never forget that anything is possible as long as you remain dedicated to the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I--Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the negative voice inside your head. Focus instead on your goals and remember your accomplishments. Your past success is only a small inkling of what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J--Journey&lt;br /&gt;Journey to new worlds, new possibilities, by remaining open-minded. Try to learn something new every day, and you'll grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K--Know&lt;br /&gt;Know that no matter how bad things seem, they'll always get better. The warmth of spring always follows the harshest winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L--Love&lt;br /&gt;Let love fill your heart instead of hate. When hate is in your heart, there's room for nothing else, but when love is in your heart, there's room for endless happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M--Manage&lt;br /&gt;Manage your time and your expenses wisely, and you'll suffer less stress and worry. Then you'll be able to focus on the important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N--Notice&lt;br /&gt;Never ignore the poor, infirm, helpless, weak, or suffering. Offer your assistance when possible, and always your kindness and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O--Open&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and take in all the beauty around you. Even during the worst of times, there's still much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P--Play&lt;br /&gt;Never forget to have fun along the way. Success means nothing without happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q--Question&lt;br /&gt;Ask many questions, because you're here to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R--Relax&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to let worry and stress rule your life, and remember that things always have a way of working out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S--Share&lt;br /&gt;Share your talent, skills, knowledge, and time with others. Everything that you invest in others will return to you many times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T--Try&lt;br /&gt;Even when your dreams seem impossible to reach, try anyway. You'll be amazed by what you can accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U--Use&lt;br /&gt;Use your gifts to your best ability. Talent that's wasted has no value. Talent that's used will bring unexpected rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V--Value&lt;br /&gt;Value the friends and family members who've supported and encouraged you, and be there for them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W--Work&lt;br /&gt;Work hard every day to be the best person you can b e, but never feel guilty if you fall short of your goals. Every sunrise offers a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X--X-Ray&lt;br /&gt;Look deep inside the hearts of those around you and you'll see the goodness and beauty within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y--Yield&lt;br /&gt;Yield to commitment. If you stay on track and remain dedicated, you'll find success at the end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z--Zoom&lt;br /&gt;Zoom to a happy place when bad memories or sorrow rears its ugly head. Let nothing interfere with your goals. Instead, focus on your abilities, your dreams, and a brighter tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-7836914490749763940?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/7836914490749763940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=7836914490749763940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/7836914490749763940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/7836914490749763940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/recover-your-happiness.html' title='RECOVER YOUR HAPPINESS'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-1394359991866652220</id><published>2008-10-25T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:12:37.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem By. Helen Steiner Rice</title><content type='html'>How often we wish for another chance&lt;br /&gt;to make a fresh beginning.&lt;br /&gt;A chance to blot out our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And change failure into winning.&lt;br /&gt;It does not take a new day&lt;br /&gt;To make a brand new start,&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a deep desire&lt;br /&gt;To try with all our heart.&lt;br /&gt;To live a little better&lt;br /&gt;And to always be forgiving&lt;br /&gt;And to add a little sunshine&lt;br /&gt;To the world in which we're living.&lt;br /&gt;So never give up in despair&lt;br /&gt;And think that you are through,&lt;br /&gt;For there's always a tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And the hope of starting new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Poem By. Helen Steiner Rice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-1394359991866652220?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/1394359991866652220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=1394359991866652220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/1394359991866652220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/1394359991866652220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/poem-by-helen-steiner-rice.html' title='A Poem By. Helen Steiner Rice'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-277051589952707291</id><published>2008-10-25T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:35:17.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Life....</title><content type='html'>I am not here in this life to prove&lt;br /&gt;That I am rich or poor&lt;br /&gt;I am not here in this life&lt;br /&gt;To play games with foolish people&lt;br /&gt;Who think there better than thou..&lt;br /&gt; I am not on this planet to be&lt;br /&gt;Judged nor be judged.&lt;br /&gt;I am here to be both a studant &amp;amp; teacher.&lt;br /&gt;To love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt; Be the shining light that others seek&lt;br /&gt;When they need to get through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And need a partner in there life&lt;br /&gt;To get through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And shine into the light of eternal life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-277051589952707291?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/277051589952707291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=277051589952707291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/277051589952707291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/277051589952707291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-life.html' title='This Life....'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-5279053962385488416</id><published>2008-10-25T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:29:39.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten ( NEW) Commandments!</title><content type='html'>The Ten (New) Commandments!&lt;br /&gt;1- Thou shall not worry, for worry is the most unproductive of all human activities.&lt;br /&gt;2- Thou shall not be fearful, for most of the things we fear never come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;3- Thou shall not cross bridges before you come to them, for no one yet has succeeded in accomplishing this.&lt;br /&gt;4- Thou shall face each problem as it comes. You can only handle one at a time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;5- Thou shall not take problems to bed with you, for they make very poor bedfellows.&lt;br /&gt;6- Thou shall not borrow other people's problems. They can better care for them than you can.&lt;br /&gt;7- Thou shall not try to relive yesterday for good or ill, it is forever gone. Concentrate on what is happening in your life and be happy now!&lt;br /&gt;8- Thou shall be a good listener, for only when you listen do you hear ideas different from your own. It is hard to learn something new when you are talking, and some people do know more about certain things than you do.&lt;br /&gt;9- Thou shall not become "bogged down" by frustration, for 90% of it is rooted in self-pity and will only interfere with positive action.&lt;br /&gt;10- Thou shall count thy blessings, never overlooking the small ones, for a lot of small blessings add up to big ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-5279053962385488416?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/5279053962385488416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=5279053962385488416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/5279053962385488416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/5279053962385488416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/ten-new-commandments.html' title='The Ten ( NEW) Commandments!'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-5150539484919010759</id><published>2008-10-25T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:13:17.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong &amp; Wise</title><content type='html'>tis time for me to make a new change.&lt;br /&gt;change myself for the better&lt;br /&gt;I've decided in order to make myself a better person&lt;br /&gt;i need to be a mentor to others&lt;br /&gt;be a positive person and motivate others to be strong when they are week&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to be a inspiration&lt;br /&gt;and use my story of strength to help others become stronger themselves&lt;br /&gt;that is my goal now&lt;br /&gt;and i shall do that in my writing, speach, and even in my music&lt;br /&gt;and i pray that these words from my story will inspire others&lt;br /&gt;so now the story begins&lt;br /&gt;i must continue to be strong and wise....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-5150539484919010759?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/5150539484919010759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=5150539484919010759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/5150539484919010759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/5150539484919010759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/strong-wise.html' title='Strong &amp; Wise'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935969209972783566.post-5690202909102620165</id><published>2008-10-25T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:11:10.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>When eyes talk, no word is spoken&lt;br /&gt;Yet the heart understands&lt;br /&gt;The whisper of silent glances&lt;br /&gt;When eyes talk, no sonnet is written&lt;br /&gt;Yet the mind can read the invisable poem&lt;br /&gt;Scripted with tender care&lt;br /&gt;When eyes talk, no music plays&lt;br /&gt;Yet the body orchastrates to a symphony of passion&lt;br /&gt;When eyes talk, no dance is stepped&lt;br /&gt;Yet emotions swing to the soften beat of desire&lt;br /&gt;When eyes talk, no others hear&lt;br /&gt;Yet the message is audible to the one whose eyes were intended&lt;br /&gt;When eyes talk, magic fills the air&lt;br /&gt;For within a look, a world unfolds&lt;br /&gt;To quieten hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Only those with secret wishes&lt;br /&gt;Can understand the language&lt;br /&gt;When eyes talk, and hearts listen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935969209972783566-5690202909102620165?l=akasharose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/feeds/5690202909102620165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935969209972783566&amp;postID=5690202909102620165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/5690202909102620165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935969209972783566/posts/default/5690202909102620165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akasharose.blogspot.com/2008/10/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Akasha Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15575841736779129780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHrVL_C-0uA/Sg5QPIe4qRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h5Kc9PVIjJc/S220/me211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
