<?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-4238824799272675569</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:55:53.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Though There Are No Reasons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-1622757848853723515</id><published>2008-07-04T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:02:13.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life’s Fiery Glow</title><content type='html'>The day is as night when it's all alone&lt;br /&gt;With heart of the mingling way that gets lost&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration of love and compassion´s glossed&lt;br /&gt;A scripture on the life's rosette gray stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day that goes out in its cloudy drift skies&lt;br /&gt;Of feelings so azure darkish and deep&lt;br /&gt;Like dewdrops on flowers that fall to sleep&lt;br /&gt;When a nature to autumn passes and dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moods of the moments that come to sing&lt;br /&gt;And give you of love in its reddish burn&lt;br /&gt;When leaves fall and sallow to morning's wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hours of beauty that passes and turn&lt;br /&gt;Lights of flames that mortals learn to know&lt;br /&gt;When time comes to quench their fiery glow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-1622757848853723515?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1622757848853723515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=1622757848853723515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/1622757848853723515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/1622757848853723515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-fiery-glow.html' title='Life’s Fiery Glow'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-5139336960908710255</id><published>2008-07-02T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T02:27:26.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Dreams</title><content type='html'>Go on to the instance play&lt;br /&gt;Living dreams of true desire&lt;br /&gt;On the roads that come to stay&lt;br /&gt;Of the morning’s newly fire&lt;br /&gt;Where the hills have no name&lt;br /&gt;Only their rising to the sky&lt;br /&gt;With hope of its carrying flame&lt;br /&gt;That to evening again must fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any long way that rushes on&lt;br /&gt;Rise gush of illuminated dark&lt;br /&gt;Core of the routs never done&lt;br /&gt;Of giving beyond glowing spark&lt;br /&gt;Shells reaching to the ongoing&lt;br /&gt;Growing in reach we can't know&lt;br /&gt;The distance of infinite flowing&lt;br /&gt;That comes to contact and then go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like ascension of a daybreak&lt;br /&gt;In mist of foggy dreary night&lt;br /&gt;Where wink of life shall wake&lt;br /&gt;Before reaching powerful height&lt;br /&gt;Every deep of the ocean’s flow&lt;br /&gt;Through teem of spinnings through&lt;br /&gt;Cling near to nothing of its micro&lt;br /&gt;Always in trajectories to renew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-5139336960908710255?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5139336960908710255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=5139336960908710255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/5139336960908710255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/5139336960908710255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-dreams.html' title='Living Dreams'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-6422959682496522377</id><published>2008-07-01T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:19:34.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Drools On And On</title><content type='html'>The day drools on and on&lt;br /&gt;Through pace of splattered still&lt;br /&gt;The dreams that are now gone&lt;br /&gt;Old loneliness shall fill&lt;br /&gt;Of drifting thoughts in hours&lt;br /&gt;The heart beats out in time&lt;br /&gt;Like lost or done contours&lt;br /&gt;That gave their deck of prime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soldierly mood in line&lt;br /&gt;With painted veils to tile&lt;br /&gt;Morning gone in sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Of a pondering moment's while&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse of the evening to come&lt;br /&gt;In moods of tincture's plays&lt;br /&gt;Where fire in tomorrow is from&lt;br /&gt;Before the seas of dark laze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stolen heart shall react&lt;br /&gt;To every rumpled cloudy clods&lt;br /&gt;That the golden ways blacked&lt;br /&gt;With its misty and gray wads&lt;br /&gt;And made these seas to cease&lt;br /&gt;Into the dim deep space abyss&lt;br /&gt;Be only of memories timepiece&lt;br /&gt;In its remembered timeless bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-6422959682496522377?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6422959682496522377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=6422959682496522377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/6422959682496522377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/6422959682496522377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-drools-on-and-on.html' title='The Day Drools On And On'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-296470656438911470</id><published>2008-07-01T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:09:55.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Reverie and My Sprit Takes a Flight</title><content type='html'>The earth is my watery ways and tongue&lt;br /&gt;With my own moments to give and awake&lt;br /&gt;Elements of loving to share and take&lt;br /&gt;A heart of inside - intimate among&lt;br /&gt;The yesterdays going in its flowing streams&lt;br /&gt;Risings in morning that tomorrow gives&lt;br /&gt;Everything my blue atmosphere lives&lt;br /&gt;Hope of my yearnings and wish of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reverie and my sprit takes a flight&lt;br /&gt;To opportunity longings I need&lt;br /&gt;With pleasure full leaves of aroma sweet&lt;br /&gt;I'm of day but also of wishful night&lt;br /&gt;Spring in the rising and glow autumn's bleed&lt;br /&gt;That in these lines - you, your meaning shall greet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-296470656438911470?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/296470656438911470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=296470656438911470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/296470656438911470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/296470656438911470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-reverie-and-my-sprit-takes-flight.html' title='I Reverie and My Sprit Takes a Flight'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-3406256329736276770</id><published>2008-07-01T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:24:31.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Day – Of Love</title><content type='html'>Through the day in the talking&lt;br /&gt;Of love and filled desire&lt;br /&gt;The flicking flame of its fire&lt;br /&gt;When there is none sorrow stalking&lt;br /&gt;And colors rise in times higher&lt;br /&gt;Of love and morning's dyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day to bring a sweet love&lt;br /&gt;Every dream to make come true&lt;br /&gt;That is here all about you&lt;br /&gt;So many sweet affairs there of&lt;br /&gt;With passion that comes to give&lt;br /&gt;Our love of many ways to live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-3406256329736276770?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3406256329736276770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=3406256329736276770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/3406256329736276770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/3406256329736276770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/07/through-day-of-love.html' title='Through The Day – Of Love'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-1169338629421060395</id><published>2008-06-30T16:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:05:19.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Moods (A Lyric)</title><content type='html'>Daytimes and rain drops&lt;br /&gt;All time through&lt;br /&gt;Something that never stops&lt;br /&gt;Coming to you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet air and water ways&lt;br /&gt;Fragrances of air&lt;br /&gt;Summer moods these days&lt;br /&gt;Are so close and near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every occasion is going&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere like everything&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;In the leaves to sing&lt;br /&gt;Never stopping for an hour&lt;br /&gt;Or giving longings to fill&lt;br /&gt;Morning wakes a flower&lt;br /&gt;In its peaceful still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night times and dream plays&lt;br /&gt;Playing with sleep&lt;br /&gt;Colorful fantasy ways&lt;br /&gt;All yours always to keep&lt;br /&gt;Everything is flowing on&lt;br /&gt;With somewhere still to go&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is forever done&lt;br /&gt;Walking by fast and slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every occasion is going&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere like everything&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;In the leaves to sing&lt;br /&gt;Circling around in motion&lt;br /&gt;Summer freshness air&lt;br /&gt;To the shore and ocean&lt;br /&gt;And the distances everywhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-1169338629421060395?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1169338629421060395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=1169338629421060395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/1169338629421060395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/1169338629421060395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-moods-lyric.html' title='Summer Moods (A Lyric)'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-8051982446348083565</id><published>2008-06-30T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:04:35.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Time  (A Lyric)</title><content type='html'>There is time for everyone&lt;br /&gt;For their dreams to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Every day will soon be gone&lt;br /&gt;Over the past unknown hill&lt;br /&gt;Love songs sweet in dreams&lt;br /&gt;With their lifetime coming&lt;br /&gt;Watery ways in day streams&lt;br /&gt;Every growth new blooming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still lifetime to see&lt;br /&gt;Everything cached by a flame&lt;br /&gt;Inside from you and me&lt;br /&gt;Never for a moment the same&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays driven far apart&lt;br /&gt;Everything we thought mattered&lt;br /&gt;Driven to begin a new start&lt;br /&gt;Through every hour now scattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still love to know&lt;br /&gt;With every dream in the rise&lt;br /&gt;Filling the air in its blow&lt;br /&gt;Flame of each love and its ties&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that really was there&lt;br /&gt;Shall ever leave from a heart&lt;br /&gt;Still there is time everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Where you can again start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispering thoughts going by&lt;br /&gt;Into your prayers playing&lt;br /&gt;Like a new glow in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Only for a moment staying&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes to find out&lt;br /&gt;Giving their hours of youth&lt;br /&gt;Love songs from nowhere about&lt;br /&gt;Coming to pleasure and truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-8051982446348083565?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8051982446348083565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=8051982446348083565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/8051982446348083565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/8051982446348083565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is-time-lyric.html' title='There Is Time  (A Lyric)'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-4594173420239121643</id><published>2008-06-29T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:55:02.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Every Occasions</title><content type='html'>For every occasions &lt;br /&gt;There is something new&lt;br /&gt;Times cells intuitions&lt;br /&gt;Coming in perceptive through&lt;br /&gt;Tones that are found&lt;br /&gt;In rhythms of the near&lt;br /&gt;Soundings off all around&lt;br /&gt;From the past and year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flow of motions&lt;br /&gt;Slowing or fasting on&lt;br /&gt;Weaving thoughts erosions&lt;br /&gt;Till their pace is gone&lt;br /&gt;Rising to the inner chord&lt;br /&gt;Of every togetherness&lt;br /&gt;In the end of times toward &lt;br /&gt;Our own emotional cleverness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every turn of tides&lt;br /&gt;The song in time is rising&lt;br /&gt;Through deeps or barefields bides&lt;br /&gt;Its flavor exposure surmising&lt;br /&gt;To meet the unknown sky&lt;br /&gt;A tomorrow perhaps seeing&lt;br /&gt;With questions asking why&lt;br /&gt;Or only in time being&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-4594173420239121643?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/4594173420239121643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=4594173420239121643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/4594173420239121643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/4594173420239121643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-every-occasions.html' title='For Every Occasions'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-7961609600890142339</id><published>2008-06-29T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T05:46:06.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Bring You Hope</title><content type='html'>Let me bring you hope&lt;br /&gt;And a peaceful situation&lt;br /&gt;Walls and bridges slope&lt;br /&gt;In transferring occupation&lt;br /&gt;Love is at its very own peace&lt;br /&gt;Never again will it break&lt;br /&gt;Only you can truly release&lt;br /&gt;That is in your heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you there&lt;br /&gt;From where you have been living&lt;br /&gt;So much is in the air&lt;br /&gt;Of ways of tomorrow's giving&lt;br /&gt;Never leave it lonely&lt;br /&gt;That's climbing to the real good&lt;br /&gt;For no one's eyes-only&lt;br /&gt;Is a painful lost childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me bring you peace&lt;br /&gt;To your broken beating heart&lt;br /&gt;A friend indeed that frees&lt;br /&gt;All the secrets of its impart&lt;br /&gt;Love song that gives a smile&lt;br /&gt;Embraces who you really are &lt;br /&gt;Gives a strength to a fragile&lt;br /&gt;From near to the very afar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-7961609600890142339?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/7961609600890142339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=7961609600890142339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/7961609600890142339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/7961609600890142339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-me-bring-you-hope.html' title='Let Me Bring You Hope'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-6490980820919571134</id><published>2008-06-28T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:09:08.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Dream Is Coming Still</title><content type='html'>Every dream is coming still&lt;br /&gt;Into destiny to start&lt;br /&gt;Giving longings to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Through the beat of every heart&lt;br /&gt;Every day is catching billow&lt;br /&gt;Making reasons for a try&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of the breezing willow&lt;br /&gt;In the skies of low and high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does matter in a name?&lt;br /&gt;Every road so much ahead&lt;br /&gt;Trying ways and burning flame&lt;br /&gt;That in ruins of life is read&lt;br /&gt;Always feelings drift apart&lt;br /&gt;In the days that go by&lt;br /&gt;What to stop or start&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moods of lonely lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Contagious wind of flow&lt;br /&gt;Every beat in its prime&lt;br /&gt;On the ways to a somewhere go&lt;br /&gt;Lost pictures in the tray&lt;br /&gt;In stillness of black and white&lt;br /&gt;Beat of the screaming’s play&lt;br /&gt;Through the going of new flight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-6490980820919571134?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6490980820919571134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=6490980820919571134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/6490980820919571134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/6490980820919571134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/every-dream-is-coming-still.html' title='Every Dream Is Coming Still'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-2150928199552560351</id><published>2008-06-28T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T05:40:49.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song for a Season</title><content type='html'>A love song for a season&lt;br /&gt;Is to come to and shine&lt;br /&gt;With love and ways of reason&lt;br /&gt;Doing everything to combine&lt;br /&gt;In those things that give grain&lt;br /&gt;Filling moments of instance&lt;br /&gt;Traveling through catchy rain&lt;br /&gt;For its flow going trance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are new and moments on&lt;br /&gt;Finding destines to try&lt;br /&gt;Before rivers are dry and done&lt;br /&gt;In their flow of going by&lt;br /&gt;Summer moods are here to give&lt;br /&gt;What we know of pleasures&lt;br /&gt;Circle motions that will live&lt;br /&gt;Open ways of wild treasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love song to the nature wild&lt;br /&gt;With its many turning ways&lt;br /&gt;Like the cobble stones are tilde&lt;br /&gt;In their concrete colored grays&lt;br /&gt;Something there to build and turn&lt;br /&gt;From their starting point&lt;br /&gt;On gone bridges they will burn&lt;br /&gt;Those connect a joint to joint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-2150928199552560351?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2150928199552560351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=2150928199552560351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/2150928199552560351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/2150928199552560351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-song-for-season.html' title='A Love Song for a Season'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-2179026643221942952</id><published>2008-06-28T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:07:03.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fires of Flaming Made</title><content type='html'>Where is she going now?&lt;br /&gt;Love is of sweetness here&lt;br /&gt;Feeling there somehow&lt;br /&gt;Finding its ways to adhere&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of swiftly air&lt;br /&gt;Turning on and around&lt;br /&gt;Darlings of wild affair&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in sweetness found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fires of flaming made&lt;br /&gt;Steady and coming true&lt;br /&gt;Never to lonesome fade&lt;br /&gt;Each sparks again redo&lt;br /&gt;Answers for some one&lt;br /&gt;Finding a heart to hold&lt;br /&gt;Peacefully on and on&lt;br /&gt;Into trust manifold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day is a new gift&lt;br /&gt;Saved by the broken sleep&lt;br /&gt;Trials of contrast swift&lt;br /&gt;Colors for days to keep&lt;br /&gt;What they have and prayed&lt;br /&gt;Only time rising gives&lt;br /&gt;To every fate it’s laid&lt;br /&gt;And recollections that lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-2179026643221942952?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2179026643221942952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=2179026643221942952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/2179026643221942952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/2179026643221942952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/fires-of-flaming-made.html' title='Fires of Flaming Made'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-8986768814559533091</id><published>2008-06-28T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:06:14.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings Are Always For Us</title><content type='html'>Feelings are always for us&lt;br /&gt;Living and giving&lt;br /&gt;Coming clearly across&lt;br /&gt;Simply by believing&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had no one’s chance&lt;br /&gt;But now we have everything&lt;br /&gt;Passions like romance&lt;br /&gt;Of its liberty we now sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream ways ahead&lt;br /&gt;With much to live&lt;br /&gt;Quarrels’ of war is dead&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to give&lt;br /&gt;Summer full skies of blue&lt;br /&gt;Coming in to your reach&lt;br /&gt;Just be to them true&lt;br /&gt;Give from and someone teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are close and near&lt;br /&gt;Summer is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Give from your heart and care&lt;br /&gt;Into a soulful play&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Only of hope and try&lt;br /&gt;Love is the morning song&lt;br /&gt;Dispute has said its goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-8986768814559533091?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8986768814559533091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=8986768814559533091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/8986768814559533091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/8986768814559533091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/feelings-are-always-for-us.html' title='Feelings Are Always For Us'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-1733095020455965306</id><published>2008-06-28T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:04:27.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Impossible</title><content type='html'>It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;To live and let die&lt;br /&gt;You are responsible&lt;br /&gt;For the blueness of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Each day is like a love song&lt;br /&gt;With dreams going by&lt;br /&gt;We must just get along&lt;br /&gt;Without asking questions why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much going on&lt;br /&gt;From days of fresh air&lt;br /&gt;But this could soon be gone&lt;br /&gt;With dark clouds everywhere&lt;br /&gt;The days of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Is in our own destiny&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it be in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;For our own stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not impossible&lt;br /&gt;To give the world its peace&lt;br /&gt;We are so much in trouble&lt;br /&gt;With green fields and trees&lt;br /&gt;Leaves are withering&lt;br /&gt;From the poisons of earth&lt;br /&gt;All this unbalance slithering&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t the pennies worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;To live and let die&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;To ask not questions why&lt;br /&gt;Life is just going away&lt;br /&gt;Into the dark and deep&lt;br /&gt;Meeting its destiny day by day&lt;br /&gt;Hours for us to weep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-1733095020455965306?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1733095020455965306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=1733095020455965306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/1733095020455965306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/1733095020455965306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-impossible.html' title='It&apos;s Impossible'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-2209650458145179808</id><published>2008-06-28T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:31:07.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers of the Heart</title><content type='html'>Flowers of the heart coil&lt;br /&gt;Through the roots and leaves&lt;br /&gt;Many times they foil&lt;br /&gt;With the tides and weaves&lt;br /&gt;Deeply into earth ground&lt;br /&gt;Afflicted by the dark&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in shadows found&lt;br /&gt;Not again to spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is of ascending&lt;br /&gt;Through the roots of needing&lt;br /&gt;With the forces blending&lt;br /&gt;That their growth is speeding&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in the ventilate&lt;br /&gt;Of the difference stretch&lt;br /&gt;Finding the bouncing weight&lt;br /&gt;In the needs to catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day's opportunity&lt;br /&gt;With its laid protection&lt;br /&gt;Acquired sleep or immunity&lt;br /&gt;Through its times rejection&lt;br /&gt;Night's born of day to come&lt;br /&gt;Through sleep or unease&lt;br /&gt;Where chasm roots are from&lt;br /&gt;Under the shady trees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-2209650458145179808?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2209650458145179808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=2209650458145179808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/2209650458145179808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/2209650458145179808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/flowers-of-heart.html' title='Flowers of the Heart'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-2414137185838687070</id><published>2008-06-27T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:30:19.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strings Of Times</title><content type='html'>The strings of times in gone yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Winged once of energy and in delight&lt;br /&gt;From the days of burning bridges and flight&lt;br /&gt;To dark abysses of more deeper ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events that build on times going through&lt;br /&gt;And every occasion beyond their own&lt;br /&gt;The harshest of passing and coming too&lt;br /&gt;Just like the wind that has already blown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indescribable things that come to live&lt;br /&gt;In the patterns of space that grows to more&lt;br /&gt;Between two corners that stretches them out&lt;br /&gt;The ways and means that purely will give&lt;br /&gt;Their greatness of span where reasons are for&lt;br /&gt;And wonder of triumph to realize about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-2414137185838687070?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2414137185838687070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=2414137185838687070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/2414137185838687070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/2414137185838687070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/strings-of-times.html' title='The Strings Of Times'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-3399777023127087223</id><published>2008-06-27T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:31:03.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Here</title><content type='html'>Come here and love me&lt;br /&gt;Give me a stake of your pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Love songs forever free&lt;br /&gt;Of life statics to measure&lt;br /&gt;Light of the easy going&lt;br /&gt;Where day meets bliss&lt;br /&gt;Forward to remembering glowing&lt;br /&gt;Of its everyday kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here not to pretend&lt;br /&gt;But to live always through&lt;br /&gt;With tomorrow's coming trend&lt;br /&gt;That will be for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Moves of its wandering hope&lt;br /&gt;Into the skies of blue&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of it to elope&lt;br /&gt;Only to be clear and through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours we haven't found&lt;br /&gt;Or grasp a hold for&lt;br /&gt;Everyday’s weavings around&lt;br /&gt;That brings its moments for more&lt;br /&gt;Livings of easy coming&lt;br /&gt;Next stop to the future&lt;br /&gt;Into new touches summing&lt;br /&gt;With their lines and suture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-3399777023127087223?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/3399777023127087223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=3399777023127087223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/3399777023127087223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/3399777023127087223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/come-here-and-love-me.html' title='Come Here'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-726463304662978560</id><published>2008-06-27T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:46:58.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breath Of The Day</title><content type='html'>Silent ways of distances moments feel&lt;br /&gt;The breath of the day and all its spaces&lt;br /&gt;Presence of surroundings in touch and graces&lt;br /&gt;Something from last night of dreams unreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some yesterdays glowing that goes still on&lt;br /&gt;Trough transformations of its out and in&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps of the deepest ways and its spin&lt;br /&gt;Till chances have come through and once more gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious encounter of a magical ring&lt;br /&gt;Senses of rounds coming in breath of time&lt;br /&gt;With immeasurable sense that goes again&lt;br /&gt;The earth of each shadow that darkness’s bring&lt;br /&gt;And rises through times flowing on prime&lt;br /&gt;Like freshness water of mirroring den&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-726463304662978560?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/726463304662978560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=726463304662978560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/726463304662978560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/726463304662978560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/breath-of-day.html' title='The Breath Of The Day'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-1670778375063628182</id><published>2008-06-27T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T05:16:16.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Come and Go</title><content type='html'>Oh come and go with each sweet moment on&lt;br /&gt;Filling of figures like clouds in sky&lt;br /&gt;The wandering hours of every try&lt;br /&gt;That dances in sweetness and dull till gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers to keep of bouquets withering&lt;br /&gt;Totals of stirrings of the breezy sang&lt;br /&gt;Those are in our thoughts and wordings to long&lt;br /&gt;And nature through tides again shall sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step of every step through fulsome air&lt;br /&gt;Showing their places of dreaming unfold&lt;br /&gt;Center of moments in timeless plays&lt;br /&gt;Something from emotions coming near&lt;br /&gt;When given a touch of obsessive hold&lt;br /&gt;When dances from nature carve up its ways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-1670778375063628182?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/1670778375063628182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=1670778375063628182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/1670778375063628182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/1670778375063628182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-come-and-go.html' title='Oh Come and Go'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-2327272080301896218</id><published>2008-06-27T04:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T04:51:48.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every New Day Is Mine</title><content type='html'>Every new day is mine&lt;br /&gt;Filling daylight dreams on&lt;br /&gt;Holdings of fresh sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Of what shall come and be done&lt;br /&gt;Love skies of misty clouds&lt;br /&gt;Giving their moments too&lt;br /&gt;A summer of moving crowds&lt;br /&gt;Within every caress renew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing go here by&lt;br /&gt;That is all true inside&lt;br /&gt;Like the open bluish sky&lt;br /&gt;Those with its cloudlets glide&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to take and give&lt;br /&gt;Wandering movements’ roads&lt;br /&gt;Days ahead to again live&lt;br /&gt;With none of winter's loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day true in senses&lt;br /&gt;Letting it float here through&lt;br /&gt;Tasking each time and chances&lt;br /&gt;That comes to make and do&lt;br /&gt;Blissfully thoughts to rise&lt;br /&gt;Filling my hour of deep&lt;br /&gt;Showing its wings of surprise&lt;br /&gt;Later to cling to and keep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-2327272080301896218?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/2327272080301896218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=2327272080301896218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/2327272080301896218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/2327272080301896218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/every-new-day-is-mine.html' title='Every New Day Is Mine'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-8631269249759178669</id><published>2008-06-27T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T03:43:34.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Me a Summer Song</title><content type='html'>Play me a summer song&lt;br /&gt;With a sweet melody in&lt;br /&gt;Where spring blossoms belong&lt;br /&gt;Of summer means blooming&lt;br /&gt;Love so sweet in stillness&lt;br /&gt;Times moving in shade&lt;br /&gt;The hours of beauty fullness&lt;br /&gt;Everything to pleasure made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a day of openness&lt;br /&gt;Every hour for a walk&lt;br /&gt;Hope and peace to caress&lt;br /&gt;Babbling breezy talk&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to love and adore&lt;br /&gt;Finding a heart to share&lt;br /&gt;Fresh air for something more&lt;br /&gt;In its much loving care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play me a tune of beauty&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded around the new&lt;br /&gt;Songs that set life free&lt;br /&gt;With every romances true&lt;br /&gt;Holding the ways and chance&lt;br /&gt;Where it meets every day&lt;br /&gt;From its magic special blanch&lt;br /&gt;That comes to hold the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-8631269249759178669?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8631269249759178669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=8631269249759178669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/8631269249759178669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/8631269249759178669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/play-me-summer-song.html' title='Play Me a Summer Song'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-5349221664941757145</id><published>2008-06-26T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:20:59.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song into the Night</title><content type='html'>A love song into the night&lt;br /&gt;That started out an evening&lt;br /&gt;Playing with a fiery light&lt;br /&gt;Those that closeness’s bring&lt;br /&gt;The effect of each other&lt;br /&gt;Into the desiring fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Coming more closer together&lt;br /&gt;After each silence’s still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that feels so right&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in love true&lt;br /&gt;Every optical future’s flight&lt;br /&gt;That goes through to renew&lt;br /&gt;To remember the magical on&lt;br /&gt;The perfumed gardens of now&lt;br /&gt;When summer feelings are here&lt;br /&gt;Filling its wonderment’s endow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we both need&lt;br /&gt;In its together and feels&lt;br /&gt;This through these moments read&lt;br /&gt;And with every playing reveals&lt;br /&gt;Longings like songs in time&lt;br /&gt;Catching the nowhere stand&lt;br /&gt;From every sinuous prime&lt;br /&gt;In our own live and command&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-5349221664941757145?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/5349221664941757145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=5349221664941757145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/5349221664941757145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/5349221664941757145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-song-into-night.html' title='A Love Song into the Night'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-8542556332319216252</id><published>2008-06-25T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T04:09:27.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much</title><content type='html'>How much time is on?&lt;br /&gt;Every footstep you take&lt;br /&gt;Before it is gone&lt;br /&gt;To old yesterday's heartache&lt;br /&gt;How much do I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is dark&lt;br /&gt;How much is close and true&lt;br /&gt;In each its instance’s spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will true love give?&lt;br /&gt;If no one is there to receive&lt;br /&gt;Shall it go on and live&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't there to retrieve&lt;br /&gt;If ever we are lost apart&lt;br /&gt;With deep oceans between&lt;br /&gt;Can we again follow the heart?&lt;br /&gt;From where it once has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much is nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;When love is somewhere &lt;br /&gt;If you will again call&lt;br /&gt;And come on over to share&lt;br /&gt;For every time’s to get around &lt;br /&gt;To find out whom we are&lt;br /&gt;Much the same to be found&lt;br /&gt;If we have been from afar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-8542556332319216252?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8542556332319216252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=8542556332319216252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/8542556332319216252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/8542556332319216252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-much.html' title='How Much'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-6557834730804180534</id><published>2008-06-24T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:57:37.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Joy Oh Joy</title><content type='html'>Oh joy oh joy come here to me&lt;br /&gt;With a morning coming in a song&lt;br /&gt;And set my wings a little free&lt;br /&gt;In rising freedom to cherish among&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O love my love let me awake&lt;br /&gt;Where the water is crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;And find the breeze by the lake&lt;br /&gt;With the time of sweetness’s air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers give their blossoms sprung&lt;br /&gt;And bouquets of colors to shade&lt;br /&gt;In living green and seedlings young&lt;br /&gt;Each garden of joy in summers made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where love is freedom without haste&lt;br /&gt;A living art that gives its pleasure&lt;br /&gt;With every tincture of nature’s paste&lt;br /&gt;In every unfolding we must treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your freedom in summer's time&lt;br /&gt;Of colors fulsome and youngish look&lt;br /&gt;When growing is giving of its prime&lt;br /&gt;Each day a garden like an open book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing remains in the same&lt;br /&gt;Of joy to take from to give and bring&lt;br /&gt;Every new morning in its fresh flame&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to admire and by joy to sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-6557834730804180534?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/6557834730804180534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=6557834730804180534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/6557834730804180534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/6557834730804180534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-joy-oh-joy.html' title='Oh Joy Oh Joy'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238824799272675569.post-8862813573368333508</id><published>2008-06-24T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:12:05.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Though There Are No Reasons</title><content type='html'>Even though there are no reasons&lt;br /&gt;Except the sun moon and the stars&lt;br /&gt;Like flowing ways to every season&lt;br /&gt;In a hot tropical or with alike pars&lt;br /&gt;Love songs never ending stories&lt;br /&gt;Like everything that goes to get lost&lt;br /&gt;The accompanying assorted quarries&lt;br /&gt;Of feelings that never get crossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I taking apart our ways&lt;br /&gt;Drifting like clouds toward sun&lt;br /&gt;In their many tinctured interplays&lt;br /&gt;As they drift and scatter on the run&lt;br /&gt;Feelings to no one ever going by&lt;br /&gt;In days we thought we made something right&lt;br /&gt;Everything from questions asked why&lt;br /&gt;To give us some guiding light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we stand far apart&lt;br /&gt;With many ways still to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;Drifting in time with our beating heart&lt;br /&gt;Going through a reason and a wish&lt;br /&gt;Living but daydreaming still on&lt;br /&gt;Into the forgetfulness of a touch&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings that never seems done&lt;br /&gt;Because we were in love once so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238824799272675569-8862813573368333508?l=even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/feeds/8862813573368333508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4238824799272675569&amp;postID=8862813573368333508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/8862813573368333508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238824799272675569/posts/default/8862813573368333508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://even-though-there-are-no-reasons.blogspot.com/2008/06/even-though-there-are-no-reasons.html' title='Even Though There Are No Reasons'/><author><name>Peter S. 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