<?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-7967267</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:54:43.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenyatta's Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a window into my world, my thoughts and ideas about love, life and pain.  I have been writing poetry since the age of thirteen and I have used my poetry to help me with the joy and pain of life.  I hope you enjoy sharing my life story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-1322529465611453425</id><published>2008-08-05T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:43:56.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I forgive?</title><content type='html'>Can I forgive you for destroying my world&lt;br /&gt;turning it upside down&lt;br /&gt;to only turn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I forgive your sweet words or soft touch?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing to me that you meant so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I forgive you for the sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;or tearful days?&lt;br /&gt;When I recounted every interaction and&lt;br /&gt;email in twenty different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I forgive you for touching my heart&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I forgive you for being my perfect&lt;br /&gt;match that will never be?&lt;br /&gt;Because at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;you left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyatta D. Berry&lt;br /&gt;August 5, 2008&lt;br /&gt;* Inspired by "Wings of Forgiveness" by India Arie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-1322529465611453425?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1322529465611453425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=1322529465611453425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/1322529465611453425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/1322529465611453425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-i-forgive.html' title='Can I forgive?'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-1994136770374656173</id><published>2007-03-05T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T12:47:13.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Love</title><content type='html'>If I could sing, I would write a page&lt;br /&gt;full of melodies that remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my voice could hit an octave, I would share&lt;br /&gt;my love with you and only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my fingers could tickle the ivories, you would&lt;br /&gt;know how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, If I could sing I would tell you&lt;br /&gt;my innermost thoughts without hesitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, since my voice can't hit an octave&lt;br /&gt;and I can't tickle the ivories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall remain silenced, hoping, wishing and&lt;br /&gt;wanting you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyatta D. Berry&lt;br /&gt;January 31, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-1994136770374656173?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1994136770374656173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=1994136770374656173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/1994136770374656173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/1994136770374656173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-i-could-sing-silent-love.html' title='Silent Love'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505390174944970</id><published>2005-12-19T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:45:01.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pulse</title><content type='html'>I stand before you on the pulse,&lt;br /&gt;the pulse of Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingertips feel the beating of my future,&lt;br /&gt;my success, my Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the pulse of impact, of change&lt;br /&gt;I am on the pulse of Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes see the vision,&lt;br /&gt;the forest among the trees.&lt;br /&gt;the Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sound of success,&lt;br /&gt;rolling in like a tidal wave on the Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pulse of Greatness is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice quivers with excitement&lt;br /&gt;when I talk about you, my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the pulse,&lt;br /&gt;the pulse of Greatness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505390174944970?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505390174944970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505390174944970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505390174944970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505390174944970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/pulse.html' title='The Pulse'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505387704164098</id><published>2005-12-19T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:44:37.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock</title><content type='html'>I have a vision that I often see&lt;br /&gt;and it's a picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;Around me at my arms and feet,&lt;br /&gt;lie the hands of everyone I meet.&lt;br /&gt;Those who pull and push me in their direction&lt;br /&gt;or grab hold for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;Those whom I have helped pull from struggle and strife.&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock, a solid base to stand and&lt;br /&gt;one who is always willing to give a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;But when the rock begins to crumble and&lt;br /&gt;my feet are no longer strong enough to stand,&lt;br /&gt;whom will lend me,&lt;br /&gt;a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer understand or even see&lt;br /&gt;why I am a rock and&lt;br /&gt;everyone leans on me.&lt;br /&gt;I am strong but not stronger than any other woman or man&lt;br /&gt;yet around me lies a field of stronghold hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a vision that I often see and it's a picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;But I am no longer crumbling but standing alone,&lt;br /&gt;I not lending anyone's heart a temporary home.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to no more problems and no more fears,&lt;br /&gt;but I am living for Kenyatta and I have been for years.&lt;br /&gt;Yet this vision may never come to pass,&lt;br /&gt;because I have been the rock for at least ten years in the past.&lt;br /&gt;So as much I may try and wish that it came true,&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue to stand with the hands of old and new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505387704164098?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505387704164098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505387704164098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505387704164098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505387704164098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/rock.html' title='The Rock'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505384365435013</id><published>2005-12-19T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:44:03.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me a better person</title><content type='html'>Please bless me with the vision to see goodness in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;To not become judgmental when others judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the power of faith when a storm confronts me.&lt;br /&gt;Make me humble as I grow stronger each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you make me a new person, help me see.&lt;br /&gt;That I am no better than any other human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me the ability to hear the critics and dispel their words.&lt;br /&gt;To hear the cheers those are rarely heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to get through&lt;br /&gt;The cards of life dealt by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me a better person, stronger and wiser as the day becomes night.&lt;br /&gt;Standing by me as I put up this fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD please sustain me on the path towards you.&lt;br /&gt;Make me a better person by leading me to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505384365435013?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505384365435013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505384365435013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505384365435013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505384365435013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/make-me-better-person.html' title='Make me a better person'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505381790085470</id><published>2005-12-19T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:49:13.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faded memories</title><content type='html'>thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;drift through&lt;br /&gt;my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taste the remnants&lt;br /&gt;of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your hands&lt;br /&gt;on my waist&lt;br /&gt;like a ghost of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of us&lt;br /&gt;drift through&lt;br /&gt;my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking on the&lt;br /&gt;beach with the&lt;br /&gt;white sand at our feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sailing in the summertime&lt;br /&gt;with the blue sea&lt;br /&gt;basking beneath us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dining by candlelight&lt;br /&gt;almost every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faded memories&lt;br /&gt;of a jaded past&lt;br /&gt;slipping away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the sands&lt;br /&gt;of a hourglass&lt;br /&gt;of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a faded memory&lt;br /&gt;we are a faded memory&lt;br /&gt;my heart is faded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505381790085470?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505381790085470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505381790085470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505381790085470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505381790085470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/faded-memories.html' title='Faded memories'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505340190574542</id><published>2005-12-19T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:44:16.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could sing</title><content type='html'>if I could sing&lt;br /&gt;the songs I would write&lt;br /&gt;the melodies that&lt;br /&gt;would flow from&lt;br /&gt;my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I could sing&lt;br /&gt;the words I would speak&lt;br /&gt;would explode&lt;br /&gt;from my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I could sing&lt;br /&gt;the smiles I would bring&lt;br /&gt;my words would touch&lt;br /&gt;every woman and man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who knew love&lt;br /&gt;would know me&lt;br /&gt;know my music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could sing&lt;br /&gt;the hearts I could touch&lt;br /&gt;with just one verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could sing&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you&lt;br /&gt;how much I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505340190574542?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505340190574542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505340190574542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505340190574542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505340190574542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-i-could-sing.html' title='If I could sing'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505327268507856</id><published>2005-12-19T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:34:32.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Love</title><content type='html'>You caught me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;You made me love you&lt;br /&gt;And your simplicity&lt;br /&gt;Without my permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was in control&lt;br /&gt;Of my personal life&lt;br /&gt;I was the boss of me and decided&lt;br /&gt;Whom I would love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed me a different kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Love based on friendship&lt;br /&gt;Love based on tenderness&lt;br /&gt;And not race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed me a new way to love.&lt;br /&gt;A way I had never experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;I became a novice&lt;br /&gt;When I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to love differently&lt;br /&gt;Without even knowing&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you at the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505327268507856?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505327268507856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505327268507856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505327268507856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505327268507856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/different-love.html' title='Different Love'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505320314172563</id><published>2005-12-19T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:33:23.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your other lovers</title><content type='html'>I am not like any of your other lovers&lt;br /&gt;I am a different and unique in my own right.&lt;br /&gt;I will never falter and rarely do I fight.&lt;br /&gt;My plan is not to use you or cause you pain.&lt;br /&gt;I only want to fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I continue to be met with your doubts and your fears.&lt;br /&gt;That I will leave you or turn your happiness to tears.&lt;br /&gt;My heart belongs only to you and&lt;br /&gt;my soul does too.&lt;br /&gt;I am not like any of the others,&lt;br /&gt;I am unique and different&lt;br /&gt;as I am your perfect lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505320314172563?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505320314172563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505320314172563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505320314172563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505320314172563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-other-lovers.html' title='Your other lovers'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505312873370699</id><published>2005-12-19T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:32:08.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the Moonlight</title><content type='html'>Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I danced&lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;since you left me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I smiled&lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my favorite&lt;br /&gt;CD and loaded up&lt;br /&gt;my favorite MP3’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sipped on a&lt;br /&gt;smooth glass&lt;br /&gt;of Chianti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate Filet Mignon&lt;br /&gt;I nibbled on&lt;br /&gt;a mixed green salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I watched the&lt;br /&gt;sunset and&lt;br /&gt;the moon rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;br /&gt;my moments&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;drift away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I danced in the&lt;br /&gt;moonlight&lt;br /&gt;by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While releasing&lt;br /&gt;my heart from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505312873370699?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505312873370699/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505307729214965</id><published>2005-12-19T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:31:17.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursed</title><content type='html'>she sits on her couch&lt;br /&gt;sipping her favorite drink&lt;br /&gt;her cherry lips pout seductively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she strokes her hair&lt;br /&gt;her eyes sparkle when she smiles&lt;br /&gt;she is beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;she commands attention&lt;br /&gt;she is in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her words are like angels&lt;br /&gt;dancing on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;she is intellect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting down at a table&lt;br /&gt;with candlelight flickering&lt;br /&gt;at her fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she takes a sip of her&lt;br /&gt;best red wine&lt;br /&gt;She dines alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is beauty&lt;br /&gt;she is intellect&lt;br /&gt;she is cursed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505307729214965?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505307729214965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505307729214965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505307729214965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505307729214965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/cursed.html' title='Cursed'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505302443481910</id><published>2005-12-19T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:30:24.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Soul</title><content type='html'>Surrounded by gusty winds&lt;br /&gt;Ample trees&lt;br /&gt;Tall grass&lt;br /&gt;I wonder the field, lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a sign&lt;br /&gt;Something to hold onto&lt;br /&gt;To help me understand&lt;br /&gt;What I am going through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into the endless blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Searching for an image&lt;br /&gt;For a precursor of peace and tranquility&lt;br /&gt;I wonder the barren earth, lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I do?&lt;br /&gt;Where will I go?&lt;br /&gt;Who will I become?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder the world, a lost soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505302443481910?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505302443481910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505302443481910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505302443481910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505302443481910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/lost-soul.html' title='Lost Soul'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505297222580026</id><published>2005-12-19T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:29:32.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who walks behind me?</title><content type='html'>Who walks behind me, a vision I can not see?&lt;br /&gt;But a presence I feel with an ever-slight chill.&lt;br /&gt;Who walks behind me and follows in my days.&lt;br /&gt;Who whispers words of wisdom to mend my ways?&lt;br /&gt;I do not see a soul or even an outline of a body.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel the presence all around me.&lt;br /&gt;Who walks behind me as I accomplish my goals?&lt;br /&gt;And try to write a story that I have not told.&lt;br /&gt;Who sees me cry in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;Or holds my hand when I have lost sight&lt;br /&gt;Who walks behind me through this journey called life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my ancestors and my angels who help heal me from strife.&lt;br /&gt;They walk behind me, although them I can not see.&lt;br /&gt;I feel their love and presence around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walk behind me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505297222580026?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505297222580026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505297222580026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future that will become me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I revisit my heart with all its wombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my writing I show the healing of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes, I can now see, the new and exciting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom GOD has touched with talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my soul in the shadow of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the picture is now clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505291053405841?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505291053405841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505291053405841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505291053405841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505291053405841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/shadow.html' title='The Shadow'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505263156854641</id><published>2005-12-19T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:23:51.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking</title><content type='html'>Tree lined streets and the smell of fresh fruit&lt;br /&gt;The summer’s sun beams down on my skin and I want to realize the child within.&lt;br /&gt;I walk through the streets gazing at those who roam about.&lt;br /&gt;I stop at a bench to ponder, what is life all about?&lt;br /&gt;Is it about my debts that are high with no end in sight?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it about the taste of fresh strawberries that melt in my mouth with each bite?&lt;br /&gt;Is it about the music blaring from the car that just passed?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a true love I wish for and hope will last.&lt;br /&gt;As I walk back to my office and feel the breeze on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will make it through the next week.&lt;br /&gt;I have obligations, deadline and employees who stress me so.&lt;br /&gt;But in a society based on the corporate world I cannot let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will take my vision of the tree lined streets and fresh lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;And compare that to the money I have made.&lt;br /&gt;The result will be the same as it is everyday.&lt;br /&gt;A simple life will win out!&lt;br /&gt;Oh what, a luxury that would be.&lt;br /&gt;I know that my life is too settled and I do not have the courage to let go.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t start over not knowing where to go.&lt;br /&gt;I must have security because I have built a wall of material possessions around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the share consumes my path and the sunlight disappears.&lt;br /&gt;I hear my inner voice, but chose to let it fall on death ears.&lt;br /&gt;Then I raise my hands to the sky and pray for the strength to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will wake up and see, that a life of simplicity is the best for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505263156854641?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505263156854641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505263156854641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505263156854641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505263156854641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-113505231971144016</id><published>2005-12-19T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:08:28.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment</title><content type='html'>Will there be a moment when you do not cross my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my eyes won’t sparkle at the mere sight of you.&lt;br /&gt;When my body won’t shake at the remembrance of your touch.&lt;br /&gt;When my smile won’t gleam at the thought of your dimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be a moment when you do not cross my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my lips won’t part and speak the goodness of your name&lt;br /&gt;When my arms won’t reach out to hold you again.&lt;br /&gt;When my nose won’t smell your scent in my sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be a moment without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment where I won’t miss you and your naiveté.&lt;br /&gt;A moment when I won’t think of all the silly things you say.&lt;br /&gt;A moment where I won’t appreciate all the crazy things you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be a moment without you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-113505231971144016?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113505231971144016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=113505231971144016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505231971144016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/113505231971144016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/moment.html' title='A Moment'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112900297210216740</id><published>2005-10-10T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:56:12.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U Mystify Me</title><content type='html'>U mystify me&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7967267#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It’s your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s your smell&lt;br /&gt;It’s your aura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U mystify me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s your intellect&lt;br /&gt;Your skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do something to me.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me smile at the thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;In ways I didn’t know existed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am captivated by you.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath your spell, I reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mystify me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can hold a candle to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mystify me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[1] Inspiration, “You do something to me”, Lena Horne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112900297210216740?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112900297210216740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112900297210216740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900297210216740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900297210216740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/u-mystify-me.html' title='U Mystify Me'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112900257337998750</id><published>2005-10-10T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:49:33.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first person</title><content type='html'>I want to be the first person&lt;br /&gt;You see when you wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the first person&lt;br /&gt;To hear a child call you “dad”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the first person&lt;br /&gt;To hug you each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last person&lt;br /&gt;To kiss you each night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the first and only woman&lt;br /&gt;That you make your wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112900257337998750?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112900257337998750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112900257337998750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900257337998750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900257337998750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-person.html' title='The first person'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112900273029688673</id><published>2005-10-10T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:52:10.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Love</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in your life&lt;br /&gt;When you are ready for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want to hold someone&lt;br /&gt;As they sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to wake up to their smile&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when running the streets&lt;br /&gt;And partying every night runs dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want to spend candle lit nights&lt;br /&gt;With someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to open your heart&lt;br /&gt;To the feeling of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when your empty heart&lt;br /&gt;Wants to find a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want to share your tears of joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;With your soul mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when you are ready for love&lt;br /&gt;And my time is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112900273029688673?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112900273029688673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112900273029688673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900273029688673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900273029688673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/ready-for-love.html' title='Ready for Love'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112900239772205578</id><published>2005-10-10T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:46:37.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>I am restless with my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;My mind wonders to a place&lt;br /&gt;where we can be&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am restless with my desire for you&lt;br /&gt;My heart is lighten&lt;br /&gt;By the sight of&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am restless&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;And us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am restless to&lt;br /&gt;Become one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112900239772205578?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112900239772205578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112900239772205578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900239772205578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900239772205578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112900158872015344</id><published>2005-10-10T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:41:41.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stillness</title><content type='html'>You must be still, the Lord said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me control your thoughts, your heart and your possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you to the place, you need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make your life filled with the love of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wonder why there is pain in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take away the hurt and heal the lonely parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will touch your soul and let you know, that all that is you begins with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love each other, in your growth to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, you are still evolving in to my possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112900158872015344?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112900158872015344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112900158872015344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900158872015344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900158872015344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/stillness.html' title='Stillness'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112900137227362061</id><published>2005-10-10T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:29:32.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Lost</title><content type='html'>On my way&lt;br /&gt;to find myself&lt;br /&gt;I got lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot&lt;br /&gt;who was&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart&lt;br /&gt;I became blind&lt;br /&gt;I became deaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked along&lt;br /&gt;this journey&lt;br /&gt;with my own&lt;br /&gt;footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way&lt;br /&gt;to find Kenyatta&lt;br /&gt;I got lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost faith&lt;br /&gt;in myself&lt;br /&gt;in God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112900137227362061?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112900137227362061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112900137227362061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900137227362061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900137227362061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-got-lost.html' title='I Got Lost'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112900121840760340</id><published>2005-10-10T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:26:58.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Smiled</title><content type='html'>Walking down a lonely street&lt;br /&gt;Busy with cars&lt;br /&gt;Horns honking&lt;br /&gt;Music blaring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were weary&lt;br /&gt;My voice yelled “what are you doing?”&lt;br /&gt;As the car whizzed by me&lt;br /&gt;Honking my horn over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean Clothes on my back&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Shelter over my head&lt;br /&gt;All the luxuries of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks barefoot&lt;br /&gt;Torn clothes&lt;br /&gt;Empty stomach&lt;br /&gt;He is homeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He smiled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112900121840760340?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112900121840760340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112900121840760340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900121840760340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900121840760340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/he-smiled.html' title='He Smiled'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112900113540716993</id><published>2005-10-10T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:25:35.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Window</title><content type='html'>Outside my window I see, a world open to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window stands one single tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not supported by any friends or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It thrives on the sun warming its leaves and the slight summer breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window I see green grass and blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the clouds slowly move by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping its rays will rejuvenate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sounds of the world as they pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I step outside my window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the world of opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will I sit here in comfort watching the world move without me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112900113540716993?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112900113540716993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112900113540716993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900113540716993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900113540716993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-window.html' title='My Window'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112900007605562938</id><published>2005-10-10T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:07:56.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle</title><content type='html'>Battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fighting with myself&lt;br /&gt;learning how to walk again&lt;br /&gt;after you have broken my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to speak again&lt;br /&gt;after you have squelched my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to hear again&lt;br /&gt;after you have silenced my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fighting with myself&lt;br /&gt;Understanding the balance&lt;br /&gt;of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creativity and&lt;br /&gt;the logical side of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to see things for what they are&lt;br /&gt;and not what I want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to trust myself and&lt;br /&gt;truly be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to toss out fear&lt;br /&gt;and replace it with hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fighting with myself.&lt;br /&gt;To understand my heart and&lt;br /&gt;set it free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to love again&lt;br /&gt;how to trust again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning that pain is not&lt;br /&gt;the only part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fighting with myself&lt;br /&gt;in my quest&lt;br /&gt;for something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fighting a battle&lt;br /&gt;my heart and my mind&lt;br /&gt;to let go and get over you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112900007605562938?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112900007605562938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112900007605562938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900007605562938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112900007605562938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/battle.html' title='Battle'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112899998984029249</id><published>2005-10-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:06:29.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asylum</title><content type='html'>Today I walked outside to find green trees and bright skies.&lt;br /&gt;Finding a kind and caring world outside of your lies.&lt;br /&gt;I walked through the fields and out to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Where I stood in silence and let the air embrace me.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the beautiful blue sea so calm and full of tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;Before this was a weapon of death for me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to perish instead of live without you.&lt;br /&gt;But now I embrace happiness and toss out blue.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I left my asylum of pain, where my heart remained dying.&lt;br /&gt;And my soul was crying.&lt;br /&gt;I have opened up myself to the beauty around me.&lt;br /&gt;I have said GOODBYE to insanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112899998984029249?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112899998984029249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112899998984029249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112899998984029249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112899998984029249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/asylum.html' title='Asylum'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112899986790592995</id><published>2005-10-10T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:04:27.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivories</title><content type='html'>fingertips&lt;br /&gt;touching&lt;br /&gt;the ivories&lt;br /&gt;so lightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gentle breeze&lt;br /&gt;blows through&lt;br /&gt;the summer&lt;br /&gt;screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing&lt;br /&gt;in a voice&lt;br /&gt;gifted from&lt;br /&gt;heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching&lt;br /&gt;the souls of&lt;br /&gt;those that surround me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tickle the ivories&lt;br /&gt;with my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile&lt;br /&gt;when I hit that&lt;br /&gt;note, so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh&lt;br /&gt;and the family&lt;br /&gt;chimes in&lt;br /&gt;on a old tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tickle the ivories&lt;br /&gt;with my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry when&lt;br /&gt;I recite the pain&lt;br /&gt;I knew from love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I huddle closer&lt;br /&gt;when I remember&lt;br /&gt;the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I dance in the&lt;br /&gt;moonlight&lt;br /&gt;as I tickle&lt;br /&gt;the ivories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112899986790592995?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112899986790592995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112899986790592995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112899986790592995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112899986790592995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/ivories.html' title='Ivories'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112899980861703007</id><published>2005-10-10T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:03:28.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Moves Me</title><content type='html'>Fingers tapping on key&lt;br /&gt;Melody forms from my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;With every note&lt;br /&gt;A song drapes from my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music moves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple pleasures&lt;br /&gt;Heart felt emotion&lt;br /&gt;Swaying my hips&lt;br /&gt;Snapping my fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music moves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration greater than the sea&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing what will come out of me&lt;br /&gt;My voice carries&lt;br /&gt;Singing a song to sooth my worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music moves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing ever created&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a powerful voice&lt;br /&gt;The tip of a guitar&lt;br /&gt;The silhouette of musicians afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music moves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do strange things&lt;br /&gt;Like write poetry&lt;br /&gt;About how&lt;br /&gt;Music moves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112899980861703007?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112899980861703007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112899980861703007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112899980861703007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112899980861703007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/music-moves-me.html' title='Music Moves Me'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112899412340018236</id><published>2005-10-10T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:28:43.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>I stare into space wondering about me and my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is this journey taking  me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Detroit to DC to Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel lost with no direction in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times the path is clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a spirit, a clarity, a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is reflecting at mere age of 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112899412340018236?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112899412340018236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112899412340018236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112899412340018236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112899412340018236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112899401518553163</id><published>2005-10-10T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:26:55.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea</title><content type='html'>I prepare my boat for sailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack my items and board for my journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving the coast of Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to the Atlantic to see&lt;br /&gt;where the wind takes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifting my sails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrive to the point&lt;br /&gt;about 15 miles out to sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the sea&lt;br /&gt;is Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind me is a life unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my sails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And swim out to sea&lt;br /&gt;to see where my spirit takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112899401518553163?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112899401518553163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112899401518553163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112899401518553163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112899401518553163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/sea.html' title='Sea'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112847687039022244</id><published>2005-10-04T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:47:50.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to pursue a new me and open myself to the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes saw the blue sky with its wonderful wispy clouds.&lt;br /&gt;I voiced my freedom, aloud.&lt;br /&gt;My ears heard sounds that were once silent to me.&lt;br /&gt;And my heart felt the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;All the signs pointed too yes and the achievement of success.&lt;br /&gt;And in my mind, I know I am the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are changing times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recall when fear consumed me and stopped me from growing.&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside, I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Success would be imminent to me.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were shut to the glory of fame.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought, in lights I would see me name.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth spoke words of the positivist, but my heart had no faith in me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are changing times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fear no longer consumes my mind, I have found faith in me and I revel in my possibility.&lt;br /&gt;These are changing times and the growth of my brilliant mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112847687039022244?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112847687039022244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112847687039022244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847687039022244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847687039022244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/changing-times.html' title='Changing Times'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112847670986357160</id><published>2005-10-04T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:45:09.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakaway</title><content type='html'>running for blocks&lt;br /&gt;not knowing where I am&lt;br /&gt;or where I am going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from indecision&lt;br /&gt;from unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into darkness&lt;br /&gt;with no light to guide the way&lt;br /&gt;or no roadmap to lead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from poverty&lt;br /&gt;from fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into the sea&lt;br /&gt;to escape the life behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking away.&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving behind&lt;br /&gt;the ancient me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running&lt;br /&gt;into the darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112847670986357160?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112847670986357160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112847670986357160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847670986357160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847670986357160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/breakaway.html' title='Breakaway'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112847646880538973</id><published>2005-10-04T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:18:52.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once flamed, twice burned</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my shadow&lt;br /&gt;my piece de resistance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to be only with you&lt;br /&gt;and grow old with you.&lt;br /&gt;My flame you burned brightly in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Then you vanished from my sight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was as if I had walked through fire&lt;br /&gt;and felt the cinch of the flames.&lt;br /&gt;It ached my voice to whisper your name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw you again and felt the love that never departed.&lt;br /&gt;My goal was to get something new started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We met in a park on a cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;upon the coldest bench we sat&lt;br /&gt;to start our love affair again&lt;br /&gt;to embark on the road to happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You grasped my hand and promised me the world&lt;br /&gt;To be true this time and make me your only girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then someone walked by and caught the attention of you&lt;br /&gt;and I became twice burned&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;left by the ashes of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112847646880538973?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112847646880538973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112847646880538973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847646880538973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847646880538973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/once-flamed-twice-burned.html' title='Once flamed, twice burned'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112847627854121203</id><published>2005-10-04T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:37:58.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A wall of glass&lt;br /&gt;surrounds me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I run to escape&lt;br /&gt;the face staring back at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no way out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A tear flows from my arduous eyes&lt;br /&gt;and slides onto my lips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I quiver at the sight of me&lt;br /&gt;Alone I stand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no one to turn 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My body aches from the burdens it carries&lt;br /&gt;it grows weary each day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My voice cracks when I speak&lt;br /&gt;my words are monotonous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no turning back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I touch the mirror with my trodden fingertips&lt;br /&gt;and I realize there is no escaping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am the mirror image of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112847627854121203?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112847627854121203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112847627854121203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847627854121203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847627854121203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/mirror.html' title='The Mirror'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112847600562997545</id><published>2005-10-04T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:33:25.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Is Better</title><content type='html'>There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;Better than loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect spring day&lt;br /&gt;With bright green leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t compare to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sunny afternoon&lt;br /&gt;On a Caribbean beach&lt;br /&gt;With the perfect tan&lt;br /&gt;And seashells at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t compare to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;Better than loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet spring rain&lt;br /&gt;On that Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;When it’s ok to be inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t compare to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;Better than love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;Better in my life&lt;br /&gt;Than loving you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112847600562997545?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112847600562997545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112847600562997545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847600562997545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847600562997545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/nothing-is-better.html' title='Nothing Is Better'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112847576360101640</id><published>2005-10-04T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:29:23.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In 2 Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Drowning&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded&lt;br /&gt;No Escape&lt;br /&gt;I am in 2 deep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wishing&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wanting&lt;br /&gt;Hoping&lt;br /&gt;I am in 2 deep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Searching&lt;br /&gt;For love&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For my soul mate&lt;br /&gt;I am in 2 deep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Into the vision of love&lt;br /&gt;Into the romance of love&lt;br /&gt;Into the vulnerability of love&lt;br /&gt;Into the idea of being in love&lt;br /&gt;I am in 2 deep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112847576360101640?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112847576360101640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112847576360101640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847576360101640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847576360101640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-2-deep.html' title='In 2 Deep'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112847543153523376</id><published>2005-10-04T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:23:51.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibrant Blue</title><content type='html'>I stood before the canvas last night staring into its space, a soft pillow white.&lt;br /&gt;I rubbed my hands across it and closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Forming a vivid picture of you in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;My brush strokes the paper ever so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to wake you, so I must be discreet.&lt;br /&gt;I start with a soft and gentle touch painting the love in your face.&lt;br /&gt;I smile because I know with you my heart has found its place.&lt;br /&gt;As the picture becomes clear and I think more of my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;My colors change from pale roses to vibrant blue.&lt;br /&gt;The stroke of my brush quickens and with force I paint this picture of you.&lt;br /&gt;The harder and harder I paint, the more vibrant becomes my blue.&lt;br /&gt;What once represented love now represents pain.&lt;br /&gt;Where I was to write your name, I etch it in the same.&lt;br /&gt;I stood before the canvas last night to paint a gentle picture of you.&lt;br /&gt;But instead I painted a relationship with some love and pain of vibrant blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112847543153523376?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112847543153523376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112847543153523376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847543153523376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847543153523376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/vibrant-blue.html' title='Vibrant Blue'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112847533614909869</id><published>2005-10-04T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:22:16.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerously in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am dangerously in love&lt;br /&gt;With a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Something that will never&lt;br /&gt;Come true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am dangerously in love&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am in love with the&lt;br /&gt;Thought of&lt;br /&gt;Someone to take&lt;br /&gt;Care of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am dangerously in love&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am in love with the&lt;br /&gt;Tenderness of a kiss&lt;br /&gt;The subtle suggestion&lt;br /&gt;Of my sexiness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am dangerously in love&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am in love with hope&lt;br /&gt;That someone&lt;br /&gt;Will Rescue me&lt;br /&gt;From obscurity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am in dangerously in love&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;I know I can’t have you&lt;br /&gt;But I am &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am dangerously in love&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Not my reality&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect&lt;br /&gt;And you do not exist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I am dangerously&lt;br /&gt;In love with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112847533614909869?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112847533614909869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112847533614909869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847533614909869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847533614909869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/dangerously-in-love.html' title='Dangerously in Love'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112847520787024213</id><published>2005-10-04T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:20:07.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When we met it was a meant to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You touched my soul like sweet destiny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love smiled upon me when you looked into my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There I stood mesmerized.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your voice was so smooth and calm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I knew my heart you could not harm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt your hand and became numb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was reassured you were the one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day I met you, destiny engulfed me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are a treasure, my sweet angel sent to me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are my destiny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112847520787024213?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112847520787024213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112847520787024213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847520787024213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847520787024213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112847515531780155</id><published>2005-10-04T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:19:15.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Look</title><content type='html'>You stole my heart with one simple look.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped breathing and fell into love.&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe in everything,&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew that true love was not a dream.&lt;br /&gt;With one look you made my world change.&lt;br /&gt;You did not even say your name.&lt;br /&gt;It took no words to convey your message.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the warmth in my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Your look showed me what’s truly behind you.&lt;br /&gt;A man searching for love and it’s simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;A man searching for the only woman he will ever need.&lt;br /&gt;Your look let us know that for one moment&lt;br /&gt;We would hold on to each other forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112847515531780155?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112847515531780155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112847515531780155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847515531780155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112847515531780155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/look.html' title='The Look'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112165068213575491</id><published>2005-07-17T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:58:30.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me</title><content type='html'>In a field of daisies&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Imagining your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;I soak up the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of water beating against the rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the train station&lt;br /&gt;I take a seat upon a wooden bench&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the library&lt;br /&gt;I walk the aisles&lt;br /&gt;Caressing the books with my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a road once dangerous, jagged and crooked&lt;br /&gt;It takes a new turn&lt;br /&gt;And I enter a perfect world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112165068213575491?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112165068213575491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112165068213575491' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165068213575491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165068213575491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112165076898903237</id><published>2005-07-17T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:59:09.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Perfect World</title><content type='html'>In a perfect world your kiss would melt my lips&lt;br /&gt;Your hand would caress my hips&lt;br /&gt;Your touch would make me quiver&lt;br /&gt;And the thought of you would make me shiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world I could cross that line&lt;br /&gt;With no consequence in mind&lt;br /&gt;I could touch you, feel you and&lt;br /&gt;Make love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world, I wouldn’t need to write poetry&lt;br /&gt;Or hide my thoughts of ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if we lived in a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;I could enjoy you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112165076898903237?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112165076898903237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112165076898903237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165076898903237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165076898903237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-perfect-world.html' title='In a Perfect World'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112165176281714930</id><published>2005-07-17T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:34:56.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the darkness for a moment&lt;br /&gt;making sure this was the right move,&lt;br /&gt;am I ready? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned on the light after reassuring&lt;br /&gt;myself that the time had come.&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the closet and&lt;br /&gt;opened the heavy door. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A slight draft slipped through&lt;br /&gt;the crack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things were strewn on the shelves&lt;br /&gt;and clothes had no hangers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the top of the shelf&lt;br /&gt;was a dusty ruby red box&lt;br /&gt;with a silver ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;blew off the dust and&lt;br /&gt;walked into the living room,&lt;br /&gt;where I sat on the couch&lt;br /&gt;next to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I opened it with some nervousness&lt;br /&gt;this would be the night.&lt;br /&gt;It is a special thing to share&lt;br /&gt;so handle it with care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night, I took my heart off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;and gave it to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112165176281714930?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112165176281714930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112165176281714930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165176281714930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165176281714930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/shelf.html' title='The Shelf'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112165126014079875</id><published>2005-07-17T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:57:21.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I could smell you</title><content type='html'>I could smell you&lt;br /&gt;when I entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sense your presence&lt;br /&gt;When you were near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could taste your lips on mine.&lt;br /&gt;I could hold onto the image of you for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined you loving me and me loving you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I could smell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to taste the sensuality of your lips&lt;br /&gt;And feel your hands on my hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear your breathe on my neck&lt;br /&gt;As you stood near me on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could smell you before I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I wanted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile when I think about you&lt;br /&gt;And the smell of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I could smell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112165126014079875?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112165126014079875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112165126014079875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165126014079875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165126014079875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-could-smell-you.html' title='I could smell you'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112165124104031315</id><published>2005-07-17T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:47:21.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Better</title><content type='html'>there is a road&lt;br /&gt;that leads&lt;br /&gt;to something&lt;br /&gt;new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to something&lt;br /&gt;neither of us&lt;br /&gt;expected &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a valley&lt;br /&gt;that is either&lt;br /&gt;low or high&lt;br /&gt;depending on your view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a type&lt;br /&gt;of love that&lt;br /&gt;has led me&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have traveled&lt;br /&gt;many roads&lt;br /&gt;to get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a new place&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;to rest your head&lt;br /&gt;to shed your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to open your heart&lt;br /&gt;welcome to your&lt;br /&gt;new place&lt;br /&gt;my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112165124104031315?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112165124104031315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112165124104031315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165124104031315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165124104031315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/nothing-is-better.html' title='Nothing is Better'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112165088387135125</id><published>2005-07-17T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:41:23.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A work of art</title><content type='html'>Untouched&lt;br /&gt;Rare in form&lt;br /&gt;In beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A work of art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visually appealing&lt;br /&gt;A sight for sore eyes&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting the heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A work of art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still&lt;br /&gt;Precious&lt;br /&gt;Overpowering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A work of art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captivating&lt;br /&gt;Exquisite&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A work of art&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112165088387135125?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112165088387135125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112165088387135125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165088387135125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165088387135125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/work-of-art.html' title='A work of art'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-112165074373189635</id><published>2005-07-17T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:39:57.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait</title><content type='html'>If I could draw you&lt;br /&gt;what beauty the canvas would know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes would set the page on fire&lt;br /&gt;your smile would brighten any onlookers frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body radiates perfection&lt;br /&gt;Your aura is angelic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could draw you&lt;br /&gt;what beauty I would see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your image is light in a hall of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could draw you&lt;br /&gt;I would melt a thousand hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beauty&lt;br /&gt;You are happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intellect&lt;br /&gt;You are truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could draw you&lt;br /&gt;from the canvas beauty would speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The portrait of you&lt;br /&gt;at one sight makes many weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I could draw you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-112165074373189635?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112165074373189635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=112165074373189635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165074373189635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/112165074373189635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/portrait.html' title='Portrait'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365006934403360</id><published>2004-12-21T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T12:49:06.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiant like the sun she lights up the room&lt;br /&gt;She walks in Beauty as Lord Bryon wrote&lt;br /&gt;No one holds a candle to her sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;She is a genius like Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty lies in the keenness of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She struts through your life like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;She seems like an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;She has impeccable taste.&lt;br /&gt;She is a faithful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is unpretentious about her looks.&lt;br /&gt;She is humble in her intellect.&lt;br /&gt;There is no limit to what she can do.&lt;br /&gt;She can make any of your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Her potential is rarely seen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is a queen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365006934403360?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365006934403360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365006934403360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365006934403360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365006934403360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/queen.html' title='Queen'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364931204274757</id><published>2004-12-21T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:49:42.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shadow</title><content type='html'>I look at my soul in the shadow of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the past that has made me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present that is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future that will become me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I revisit my heart with all its wombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my writing I show the healing of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes, I can now see, the new and exciting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom GOD has touched with talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my soul in the shadow of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the picture is now clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364931204274757?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364931204274757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364931204274757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364931204274757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364931204274757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/shadow.html' title='The Shadow'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365078488507642</id><published>2004-12-19T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:49:13.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk with me</title><content type='html'>Take my hand and walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make this marriage a journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to the ocean so blue and crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand towards your heart, hold me near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower me with flowers that bloom after an April rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick with me through the field of thorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me when you are lost and torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revel in my beauty and wonderful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart on this journey with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me when the moon has lost it glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it no longer snows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to the land of destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the end of our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I will spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me for an eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365078488507642?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365078488507642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365078488507642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365078488507642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365078488507642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/walk-with-me.html' title='Walk with me'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365121356801996</id><published>2004-12-18T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:46:53.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagery</title><content type='html'>In my mind lives the perfect man; he is a figment of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shelters me from any heartache and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles at the mere mention of my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes stare into me and capture my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice calms me, although he is a part of my imagery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a figment of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the physical form he does not exist and without him I am amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind he helps me get through the day-to-day of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am his only woman, his number one girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind he appears to be, the perfect man for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a fantasy and he is my imagery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365121356801996?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365121356801996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365121356801996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365121356801996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365121356801996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/imagery.html' title='Imagery'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365127275449239</id><published>2004-12-18T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:54:06.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canvas of You</title><content type='html'>You inspire me with your charm and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your triumph and your spirit move me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stimulated by the canvas of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By your eyes so full promise and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile so loving and complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your muscles and slender physique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before the world painting a canvas of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my poems, you can find traces of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remnants of your memory tapping my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your keen ability to make feel as though I am one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t even know what you do that makes me spend my moments completing the canvas of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365127275449239?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365127275449239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365127275449239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365127275449239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365127275449239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/canvas-of-you.html' title='Canvas of You'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365045281914062</id><published>2004-12-17T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:34:12.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CENSORED SELF</title><content type='html'>I hide from myself.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding my tears from the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding the laughter to steal the joy.&lt;br /&gt;I hide from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the words that flow from my lips.&lt;br /&gt;Tossing them aside into the gray sky.&lt;br /&gt;Taking the wisdom that immerses my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Forsaking it for the freedom to be insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hide from myself.&lt;br /&gt;From my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;From my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;From my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have censored myself&lt;br /&gt;Through out the years.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Who is the woman inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hid from myself.&lt;br /&gt;To become what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;To become someone else&lt;br /&gt;I have censored myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365045281914062?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365045281914062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365045281914062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365045281914062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365045281914062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/censored-self.html' title='CENSORED SELF'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365093858435876</id><published>2004-12-16T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:56:17.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I smile</title><content type='html'>I smile whenever I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tremble at the thought of losing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried tears of joy when you said, “I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry tears of pain when I am mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I smile whenever I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I defend your name and honor in the presence of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touch you sometimes to make sure you are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan our life together everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I smile whenever I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travel the world to be near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk about you incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will love me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you share my smile when I think of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365093858435876?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365093858435876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365093858435876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365093858435876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365093858435876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-smile.html' title='I smile'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365054290650060</id><published>2004-12-15T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:35:42.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pulse</title><content type='html'>I stand before you on the pulse,&lt;br /&gt;the pulse of Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingertips feel the beating of my future,&lt;br /&gt;my success, my Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the pulse of impact, of change&lt;br /&gt;I am on the pulse of Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes see the vision,&lt;br /&gt;the forest among the trees.&lt;br /&gt;the Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sound of success,&lt;br /&gt;rolling in like a tidal wave on the Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pulse of Greatness is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice quivers with excitement&lt;br /&gt;when I talk about you, my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the pulse,&lt;br /&gt;the pulse of Greatness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365054290650060?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365054290650060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365054290650060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365054290650060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365054290650060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/pulse.html' title='The Pulse'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365026987253656</id><published>2004-12-15T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:31:09.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Me Softly</title><content type='html'>Your sexiness is killing me softly.&lt;br /&gt;I am melting away&lt;br /&gt;Tearing apart at the seams&lt;br /&gt;With desire for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is making me weak&lt;br /&gt;You dance across my mind&lt;br /&gt;Each night before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take looking at you&lt;br /&gt;Staring at you, wanting you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help myself I am lusting after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sexiness is killing me softly.&lt;br /&gt;With each breathe&lt;br /&gt;I think more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;I shall die in my desire for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are killing me softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365026987253656?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365026987253656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365026987253656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365026987253656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365026987253656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/killing-me-softly.html' title='Killing Me Softly'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365012998255881</id><published>2004-12-14T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:28:49.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have you been?</title><content type='html'>I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Imagining your smile&lt;br /&gt;I smell your cologne&lt;br /&gt;I touch your soft skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Where have U been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lick my lips&lt;br /&gt;Tasting your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Tugging at your heart&lt;br /&gt;Tapping your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lick my lips&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul cries happily&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for you&lt;br /&gt;For your eyes to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;I tingle at the thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul cries happily&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of heaven&lt;br /&gt;In the flesh&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365012998255881?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365012998255881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365012998255881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365012998255881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365012998255881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/where-have-you-been.html' title='Where have you been?'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365050937955654</id><published>2004-12-12T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:35:09.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>Dismantled&lt;br /&gt;I reached inside of me&lt;br /&gt;to search for my soul&lt;br /&gt;my true self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plunged into the depths of my existence&lt;br /&gt;asking myself who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I circled my heart time and time again&lt;br /&gt;to heal the pain of past relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I screamed their names one last time&lt;br /&gt;to release them from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed the circles under my eyes&lt;br /&gt;from the lonely nights crying.&lt;br /&gt;I lifted my bosom to the air and&lt;br /&gt;took a deep breathe to cleanse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled through my mind&lt;br /&gt;replacing fear with freedom.&lt;br /&gt;My soul burst through my chest&lt;br /&gt;like a beam of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amassing the new pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;from outside myself.&lt;br /&gt;I came to rest inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365050937955654?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365050937955654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365050937955654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365050937955654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365050937955654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365002167517828</id><published>2004-12-12T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:01:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oblivion</title><content type='html'>Here I sit my eyes blinded by the remnants of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair tousled atop my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms heavy from the weight of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut myself out to my oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where I will join a new world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where my arms are lighten from their load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where my vision is clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where my hair is neat and complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where reality does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my oblivion, I can be shielded from pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write for hours at a time and never go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can find myself, reclaim myself and repair myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take the real me off the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my oblivion I can be the one person that I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365002167517828?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365002167517828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365002167517828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365002167517828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365002167517828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-oblivion.html' title='My Oblivion'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365030377367652</id><published>2004-12-12T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:01:56.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scent of You</title><content type='html'>I could smell you&lt;br /&gt;when I entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sense your presence&lt;br /&gt;when you were near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could taste your lips on mine.&lt;br /&gt;I could hold onto the image of you for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined you loving me and me loving you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I could smell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to taste sensuality the of your lips&lt;br /&gt;and feel your hands on my hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear your breathe on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;As you stood near me on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could smell you before I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I wanted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile when I think about you&lt;br /&gt;and the smell of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I could smell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365030377367652?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365030377367652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365030377367652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365030377367652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365030377367652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/scent-of-you.html' title='The Scent of You'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365110933843969</id><published>2004-12-10T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:45:09.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elusive U</title><content type='html'>I am at my wits end with you; usually I know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual tactics give me no results there is no reading you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you say things waiting for me to jump on that train.&lt;br /&gt;Then other times you distance yourself and drive me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I should use something simple to approach you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something from my childhood years like, a note saying, do you like me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would get an answer and know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with you right now, I don’t have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not an open book to me; you escape me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to test the waters with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this rate, I will never really know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U will remain elusive U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365110933843969?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365110933843969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365110933843969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365110933843969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365110933843969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/elusive-u.html' title='Elusive U'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364960339453039</id><published>2004-12-10T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:20:03.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Bow</title><content type='html'>Lost and alone&lt;br /&gt;I wondered the world&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone&lt;br /&gt;To rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear stained face&lt;br /&gt;With fatigued eyes&lt;br /&gt;And clinched fist&lt;br /&gt;I searched for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeble limbs&lt;br /&gt;And tattered shoes&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled through&lt;br /&gt;Life waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun peaked through&lt;br /&gt;The clouds with a smile&lt;br /&gt;A path appeared&lt;br /&gt;In the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescuing me from myself&lt;br /&gt;Wiping my tears dry&lt;br /&gt;Strengthen my limbs&lt;br /&gt;Leading me with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me new hope&lt;br /&gt;New shoes to walk to you&lt;br /&gt;You gave me your heart&lt;br /&gt;Take a bow because you gave me you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364960339453039?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364960339453039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364960339453039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364960339453039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364960339453039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/take-bow.html' title='Take A Bow'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364957809456694</id><published>2004-12-10T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:04:56.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I See You</title><content type='html'>Averted glances&lt;br /&gt;Wondering eyes&lt;br /&gt;Simple kiss&lt;br /&gt;Daunting smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at you continuously&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto the image of you&lt;br /&gt;Grasping your invisible figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind’s eye&lt;br /&gt;You dance with the perfect grace&lt;br /&gt;You talk about me incessantly&lt;br /&gt;You love me for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;Where I can change you&lt;br /&gt;Where you can be&lt;br /&gt;Whomever I choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364957809456694?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364957809456694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364957809456694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364957809456694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364957809456694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-see-you.html' title='I See You'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364952819611976</id><published>2004-12-10T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:18:48.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>Sadness caresses my body&lt;br /&gt;like strong arms&lt;br /&gt;holding me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it binds me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tear drops are like rain&lt;br /&gt;flowing free without&lt;br /&gt;any form or frequency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadness controls me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to shake it away&lt;br /&gt;but the hold is tight&lt;br /&gt;my heart is getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it controls me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken by you&lt;br /&gt;in pieces and bits&lt;br /&gt;of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadness caresses me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364952819611976?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364952819611976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364952819611976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364952819611976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364952819611976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364948776737765</id><published>2004-12-10T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:18:07.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still remember</title><content type='html'>in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I remember every&lt;br /&gt;word you ever&lt;br /&gt;spoke to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;of your love&lt;br /&gt;lost in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;you see the remnants&lt;br /&gt;of a shattered dream&lt;br /&gt;from the love of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my arms&lt;br /&gt;you feel the weight&lt;br /&gt;of hands that have&lt;br /&gt;held together a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my smile has&lt;br /&gt;become a permanent&lt;br /&gt;frown and my love&lt;br /&gt;has run astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I still remember&lt;br /&gt;the day, you told me&lt;br /&gt;that you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember&lt;br /&gt;the day, you held me&lt;br /&gt;in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I still remember&lt;br /&gt;the day, you cheated on me&lt;br /&gt;and destroyed my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad, too bad&lt;br /&gt;that I still remember&lt;br /&gt;the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I thought you&lt;br /&gt;destroyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364948776737765?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364948776737765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364948776737765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364948776737765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364948776737765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-still-remember.html' title='I still remember'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365102821858377</id><published>2004-12-09T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:08:31.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution of Me</title><content type='html'>My eyes were once blinded by a tainted love.&lt;br /&gt;My ears closed to the sounds of infidelity.&lt;br /&gt;But before where I was blind, I can now see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free; I am an evolution of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard the voice of another man,&lt;br /&gt;where there were once deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;I have become happy and&lt;br /&gt;replaced my weary tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free; I am an evolution of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I find myself smiling for no reason at all and&lt;br /&gt;then I realize I am thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;We talk incessantly for hours at a time and&lt;br /&gt;images of you move through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am evolving, I am free, and I am an evolution of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile melts me like ice cream on a warm summer’s day.&lt;br /&gt;You stare at me with nothing particular nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you speak the language of freedom with your silence.&lt;br /&gt;My vision no longer cloudy, but clearly guided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am evolving into me, I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before you with an open heart once bound by chains.&lt;br /&gt;Asking you to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;We are free to become what is now to be.&lt;br /&gt;An evolution of you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365102821858377?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365102821858377/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364997734788841</id><published>2004-12-09T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:26:17.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Arms</title><content type='html'>I stand before you&lt;br /&gt;with open arms&lt;br /&gt;embracing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before your&lt;br /&gt;tall green trees&lt;br /&gt;smelling the scent of pine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before your&lt;br /&gt;vast oceans&lt;br /&gt;swimming into the depths of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before you&lt;br /&gt;with open arms&lt;br /&gt;embracing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before myself&lt;br /&gt;with widen eyes&lt;br /&gt;and great expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before myself&lt;br /&gt;with a brilliant mind&lt;br /&gt;a Renaissance woman in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before myself&lt;br /&gt;with beauty and elegance&lt;br /&gt;in a mirror of happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before me&lt;br /&gt;with open arms&lt;br /&gt;embracing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364997734788841?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364997734788841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364997734788841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364997734788841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364997734788841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/open-arms.html' title='Open Arms'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364994195291106</id><published>2004-12-08T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:25:41.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis</title><content type='html'>I walk the path&lt;br /&gt;and pass the doors&lt;br /&gt;of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, pain, and heartache&lt;br /&gt;form the doorway to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, laughter and tears&lt;br /&gt;form the doorway to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverness, astuteness and intellect&lt;br /&gt;form the doorway to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prodigious, spiritual, Renaissance&lt;br /&gt;Form the genesis of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364994195291106?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364994195291106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364994195291106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364994195291106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364994195291106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/genesis.html' title='Genesis'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365020272631737</id><published>2004-12-07T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:30:02.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her walk makes your head turn.&lt;br /&gt;Her voice is captivating&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes stare into your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands make your skin tingle.&lt;br /&gt;Her mind stuns you.&lt;br /&gt;Her body is enticing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She marks you in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;She flirts with you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;She begins to execute her plan&lt;br /&gt;Of getting her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circling like an eagle after his prey&lt;br /&gt;She seizes the moment and captures the day&lt;br /&gt;She takes you by surprise with her gentle kiss.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of her is heavenly bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream of her at night.&lt;br /&gt;She is never out of your sight.&lt;br /&gt;She entangles you in her web of mystery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until her taste is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tosses you aside like yesterday’s news.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving empty hearts singing the blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365020272631737?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365060317905738</id><published>2004-12-07T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:36:43.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of You</title><content type='html'>I want to see your face awaiting me at love’s door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your footsteps creak on my hardwood floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to smell your scent throughout my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your chest I want to rest my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the taste of you and the feeling of love you belong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to smile whenever you appear and have you miss me when I am not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hold me and say it will be ok; I want you to protect me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold your hand and feel destiny in your fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to taste the softness of your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the taste of you; let me begin by loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365060317905738?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365060317905738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365060317905738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365060317905738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365060317905738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/taste-of-you.html' title='A Taste of You'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365075854537576</id><published>2004-12-06T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:39:18.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lowest Point</title><content type='html'>I wake up with a tear streamed face,&lt;br /&gt;To find my clothes strewn about every place.&lt;br /&gt;I try to be strong for my mind’s sake.&lt;br /&gt;However,  I don’t know how much more pain I can take.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though you ripped out my heart with your bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;As though you never meant our vows taken as woman and man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to the mirror and take a long hard stare.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are blood-shot and I have tousled hair.&lt;br /&gt;I pick up this razor and hold it to my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;I want to end this existence with one sharp twist.&lt;br /&gt;Just then the phone rings and awakens me.&lt;br /&gt;It is you my dear saying you still love me.&lt;br /&gt;I realized what I have allowed you to do to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am at my lowest point and I can no longer fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting weeks and months for this very call.&lt;br /&gt;Now you are saying the things I have always wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;But it took my pain and attempted suicide to get here.&lt;br /&gt;What have I allowed you to do to me?&lt;br /&gt;I have given you too much credit and power over me.&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did I get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang up the phone and prepare for your visit.&lt;br /&gt;Upon your arrival I will let you know&lt;br /&gt;That it is time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer subject myself to your abuse.&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end  I always lose.&lt;br /&gt;So as I open the door and you smile back at me.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you not approach or even touch me.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cross the doorway for that is my line in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;I have realized you do not deserve to be my husband.&lt;br /&gt;So take your I’m sorry and all your lies and walk out that door.&lt;br /&gt;You have taken me to my lowest point and&lt;br /&gt;I am now rising from the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365075854537576?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365075854537576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365075854537576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365075854537576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365075854537576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/lowest-point.html' title='The Lowest Point'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364978836080724</id><published>2004-12-05T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:23:36.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Years</title><content type='html'>I think of the time before I met you.&lt;br /&gt;The days minutes, hours, I spent singing the blues.&lt;br /&gt;When my heart was broken by gigolos and playboys.&lt;br /&gt;The times when I allowed myself to be someone’s toy.&lt;br /&gt;There were moments when I wanted to stop myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To behave myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To respect myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the wasted years,&lt;br /&gt;the times when I shed so many tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I knew nothing about love.&lt;br /&gt;And I prayed to the heavens above.&lt;br /&gt;To take me out of my misery.&lt;br /&gt;To end the madness that had become me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the wasted years,&lt;br /&gt;when I shed so many tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I still cry but they are tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;I smile when I see your eyes in our baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Because I cannot believe you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;That started the day I met you.&lt;br /&gt;I reminiscence on the wasted years&lt;br /&gt;when I shed so many tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head at the time lost.&lt;br /&gt;To find you, I had to pay the cost.&lt;br /&gt;Of a broken heart and insurmountable pain.&lt;br /&gt;Although I lost some years it is you that I have gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that I had to shed so many tears&lt;br /&gt;To grow in our love,&lt;br /&gt;after those wasted years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364978836080724?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364978836080724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364978836080724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364978836080724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364978836080724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/wasted-years.html' title='Wasted Years'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364976511871740</id><published>2004-12-05T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:22:45.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow Moon</title><content type='html'>In the shadow of the moon, I roam about the streets searching for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my new love, my true love, life’s love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk the alleys looking for someone to replace you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet all I find is scum and the remnants of men, who are not equal to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emerge from the darkness into the new moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which guides me on my search of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search for love and hope its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to replace the emptiness in my heart left by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk the street passing the bars, restaurants and dance halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping at every door, listening for love’s call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet my ears hear no answer and my feet began to get weak.&lt;br /&gt;I continue to walk through the streets under the shadow of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching my world for the substitute of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364976511871740?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364976511871740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364976511871740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364976511871740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364976511871740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/shadow-moon.html' title='Shadow Moon'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365067079186296</id><published>2004-12-04T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:37:50.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>In the distance&lt;br /&gt;I hear you laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine your smile&lt;br /&gt;Captivating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine your strong arms&lt;br /&gt;Holding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of life&lt;br /&gt;Banishing the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance&lt;br /&gt;I see us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365067079186296?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365067079186296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365067079186296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365067079186296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365067079186296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110365033494924029</id><published>2004-12-03T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:32:14.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crave</title><content type='html'>My body tingles from the thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;The image of you dances through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I lick my lips to taste your last kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I smile because I know that without me you are amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body trembles at the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;Caressing, holding and loving me.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of us engaged in a melody&lt;br /&gt;so wild and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head spins with the dizziness of your sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you seem so unreal.&lt;br /&gt;I try to tame myself and stop me from envisioning you.&lt;br /&gt;I am mesmerized and I shake at the sight of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave the taste of you.&lt;br /&gt;The touch of you&lt;br /&gt;The smell of you&lt;br /&gt;I crave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110365033494924029?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110365033494924029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110365033494924029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110365033494924029'/><link 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which wisdom speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate my eyes through your soul I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is a day of rejoice because I celebrate me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate my blackness in a world based on hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate my womanhood in an uneven corporate place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate my heritage and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day,   I have celebrated me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364935718857247?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364935718857247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364935718857247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;I have sharpen my skills like a knife.&lt;br /&gt;I flow like the ocean when I speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took years of insecurity, heartache and pain.&lt;br /&gt;But I remained hopeful through it all.&lt;br /&gt;I kept faith in my heart, even when it was filled with pain.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I discovered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I walk with confidence and self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;I float on clouds, because I dream.&lt;br /&gt;Of a time when I can say, that love has found its way back into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love what I have become because of my discovery.&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord, that he has helped me discover me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364928618598140?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364922934909563</id><published>2004-12-02T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:13:49.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger</title><content type='html'>I became a stranger to myself the day I threw rocks at your door.&lt;br /&gt;When I tossed pebbles at your window, like jellybeans on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a stranger when I drove an hour to surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;And there was no sight of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a stranger to myself when I took you back.&lt;br /&gt;And remorse or forgiveness you lacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I could look you in the eyes and see through your lies.&lt;br /&gt;But never changed my feelings for you, the stranger and stranger I grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a stranger to myself the night I let you back into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;To break, kill and rip it apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know that woman crying at the foot of your bed.&lt;br /&gt;The woman who wished she was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know the woman, who believed it not to be true.&lt;br /&gt;That you loved someone else too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was outside myself the day I killed you.&lt;br /&gt;But inside my heart had already died as you had killed me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back to see, I had become a stranger to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364922934909563?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364922934909563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364922934909563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364922934909563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364922934909563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/stranger.html' title='Stranger'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364917992380850</id><published>2004-12-02T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:26:00.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warrior</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time I was a slayer of the dragons of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon of pain, which made my heart drip the reddest blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragons of disappointment and jealousy, those made me stop trusting anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon of fear that made me shield my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met a King who possessed more poison than a Cobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sucked the love from my heart like a leech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon reappeared and I was eaten alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was no longer the warrior I took years to train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a mangled mess inside a woman, insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined him to become his Queen but to him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a possession, a piece of property not a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left my King, I was a shy peasant girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting out into his Kingdom and the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the dragons of love each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I no longer have the strength to slay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman conquered, beaten and wounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a warrior, my rein has ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364917992380850?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364917992380850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364917992380850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364917992380850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364917992380850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/warrior.html' title='Warrior'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364912576707325</id><published>2004-12-02T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:12:05.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>? for me</title><content type='html'>How can I love someone who does not love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does not even know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I use your name in sentences like I know U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never even met U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I talk to U in my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality never hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I love something that is all in my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who has not materialized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can not touch me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I become this woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in my world of fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can your answer that ? for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364912576707325?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364912576707325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364912576707325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364912576707325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364912576707325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/for-me.html' title='? for me'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364904648481622</id><published>2004-12-02T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:10:46.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>I am hopelessly in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with the feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the red roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tender kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream at night of a new love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I can embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky seems dark everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see any light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There appears to be no end in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 to my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364904648481622?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364904648481622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364904648481622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364904648481622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364904648481622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364571858104492</id><published>2004-12-01T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T08:15:18.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found You</title><content type='html'>I thought there was nothing for me,&lt;br /&gt;no one to hold me, touch me or love me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would spend my life alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You provided me with security.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a reason to believe in love,&lt;br /&gt;a reason to live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day together, a life we will begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought there was nothing for me,&lt;br /&gt;no one to hold me, touch me or caress me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would never feel the passion&lt;br /&gt;of a kiss and true love I would miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stand here next to you,&lt;br /&gt;  embracing our love.&lt;br /&gt;I am committed to you and&lt;br /&gt;  thank the Lord that&lt;br /&gt;  I found you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364571858104492?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364571858104492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364571858104492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364571858104492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364571858104492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-found-you.html' title='I Found You'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364566649459152</id><published>2004-12-01T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:27:56.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remedy</title><content type='html'>Whenever my heart aches I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;You make my pain go away.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile brightens my everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I am your biggest fan.&lt;br /&gt;One day, you will be my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hang my head low, you hold me tight and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;You offer me more than just words.&lt;br /&gt;You listen to me and I am heard.&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel special and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I shed any tears.&lt;br /&gt;Your gentle touch wipes away my fears.&lt;br /&gt;Your arms hide me from the world.&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I feel as if I am your girl.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping you continue to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my remedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364566649459152?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364566649459152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364566649459152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364566649459152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364566649459152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/remedy.html' title='Remedy'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364560423994835</id><published>2004-12-01T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T08:13:52.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>When we met it was a meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touched my soul like sweet destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love smiled upon me when you looked into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I stood mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was so smooth and calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew my heart you could not harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt your hand and became numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reassured you were the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I met you, destiny engulfed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a treasure, my sweet angel sent to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364560423994835?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364560423994835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364560423994835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364560423994835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364560423994835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364557402472177</id><published>2004-12-01T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T08:12:54.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Look</title><content type='html'>You stole my heart with one simple look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped breathing and fell into love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe in everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew that true love was not a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one look you made my world change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did not even say your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took no words to convey your message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the warmth in my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your look showed me what’s truly behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man searching for love and it’s simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man searching for the only woman he will ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your look let us know that for one moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would hold on to each other forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364557402472177?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364557402472177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364557402472177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364557402472177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364557402472177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/look.html' title='The Look'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364552490176116</id><published>2004-12-01T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T08:12:04.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Mind</title><content type='html'>Everyday I open myself up&lt;br /&gt;for additional wombs and pain,&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I can never&lt;br /&gt;fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;Every night I cry myself to sleep and&lt;br /&gt;pray to the Lord for sanity to keep.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is weary and&lt;br /&gt;my body has been abused.&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt more used.&lt;br /&gt;You have drained my energy from me and&lt;br /&gt;my heart needs a new home and a family.&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer take the pain because&lt;br /&gt;I am going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the shakes when you are not around and&lt;br /&gt;in my body I can feel my heart pound.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than anything in the world, and&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was your only girl.&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise I was one of three and&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you could hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanted to kill you and&lt;br /&gt;other times I wanted to hold you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving you for all the misery and the harm.&lt;br /&gt;Yet my pride won’t let me call you,&lt;br /&gt;even though I can’t let you go.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is suffering&lt;br /&gt;more than you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am losing my mind over you,&lt;br /&gt;and there is not a damn thing&lt;br /&gt;I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364552490176116?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364545728949326</id><published>2004-12-01T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T08:10:57.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Words </title><content type='html'>You once told me that words were your weapons,&lt;br /&gt;  but I never thought you would use them   against me.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would feel the piercing in my   belly or the cut on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hateful&lt;br /&gt;So strong,&lt;br /&gt;Your WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were to love one another and&lt;br /&gt;  accept our faults and imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems as though your weapons&lt;br /&gt;  have caused you to not accept me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hateful&lt;br /&gt;So strong,&lt;br /&gt;Your WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could love you as much as I do,&lt;br /&gt;  yet my heart aches from your words.&lt;br /&gt;I try to get over it,&lt;br /&gt;  but in my mind I hear your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hateful&lt;br /&gt;So strong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364545728949326?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364545728949326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364545728949326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364545728949326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364545728949326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/your-words.html' title='Your Words '/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364542123754838</id><published>2004-12-01T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T08:10:21.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life is better without you </title><content type='html'>My life is better without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I had to leave you to understand this.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens it is you that I will miss.&lt;br /&gt;My life is better without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are shorter and my nights are longer,&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyday I am growing stronger.&lt;br /&gt;My life is better without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of eternal bliss and innocent kisses&lt;br /&gt;With handsome princes.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes curse when I think about you.&lt;br /&gt;My life is better without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are challenging, but&lt;br /&gt;I have the desire to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;There is no limit to how far I will go.&lt;br /&gt;My life is better without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy me materials things,&lt;br /&gt;like diamonds and furs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you truly love me?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you continue to run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize more and more each day&lt;br /&gt;My life is better without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364542123754838?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364539195264127</id><published>2004-12-01T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T08:09:51.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I to do?</title><content type='html'>What is a heart to do?&lt;br /&gt;When all that it has learned to love is gone&lt;br /&gt;When all the heart has are holes to fill&lt;br /&gt;And no more love to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a mind to do?&lt;br /&gt;When there are no more pleasant thoughts&lt;br /&gt;When all it knows is punishment and pain&lt;br /&gt;And nothing but fantasies provides some intellectual gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a body to do?&lt;br /&gt;When there is no one to caress it&lt;br /&gt;Or make it feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;And the echoes of yearning it can no longer hid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the hands to do?&lt;br /&gt;When they no longer have anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;and with each day they grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do&lt;br /&gt;without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364539195264127?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364539195264127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364539195264127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364539195264127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364539195264127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-am-i-to-do.html' title='What am I to do?'/><author><name>Kenyatta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00529384675899964226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967267.post-110364530749625403</id><published>2004-12-01T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T08:08:27.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>I miss you so much that words could never express my emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I stare into space, thinking tender thoughts of only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself you are only thinking of me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days seem so long and the nights are forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting the hours, minutes and seconds we will be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much love is expressed between us two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am without you, I do not know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time ticks away so slowly, that it seems as if the world has stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you my heart has dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days go by, I anticipate seeing your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in my heart you have forever found a space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364530749625403?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364530749625403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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heart</title><content type='html'>When I first saw you my heart begin to melt,&lt;br /&gt;then and there your special touch I felt.&lt;br /&gt;Like morning dew on fresh spring grass,&lt;br /&gt;you have captured my heart and I am falling fast.&lt;br /&gt;My mind wanders to the day when we can wed and&lt;br /&gt;I often reminiscence of you and I in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Your touch is like wild fire and&lt;br /&gt;your kisses cause much desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tremors in my heart whenever you are near and my feelings for you are oh so clear.&lt;br /&gt;I have never loved any man as much as I love you,&lt;br /&gt;and with you I only know of happiness and&lt;br /&gt;not feeling blue.&lt;br /&gt;You have given me the gift of joy and&lt;br /&gt;taken away my pain,&lt;br /&gt;and more love is all that I have to gain.&lt;br /&gt;When I am without you, I dream of you and&lt;br /&gt;thank God for sending me an angel&lt;br /&gt;in the form of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes light up when ever I hear your name and&lt;br /&gt;my voice quivered when&lt;br /&gt;I found out that you felt the same.&lt;br /&gt;These tremors in my heart will never leave&lt;br /&gt;because you cause after shock&lt;br /&gt;like you wouldn't believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364527047396076?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364527047396076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364527047396076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364527047396076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cloudy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is keen and your intellect strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words provide me with intellectual stimulation all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished for you and you appeared from my fountain of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my fantasy a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364522818037705?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364522818037705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967267&amp;postID=110364522818037705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967267/posts/default/110364522818037705'/><link 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much, yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is just to great to describe&lt;br /&gt;But yes my love is true.&lt;br /&gt;I care for you deeply, yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for the hours that I will meet you again.&lt;br /&gt;When my boat docks at the shore&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you there.&lt;br /&gt;To see your loving face awaiting my arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I arrive we will share&lt;br /&gt;the rest of our lives together,&lt;br /&gt;As man and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967267-110364519868640687?l=kenyattascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenyattascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110364519868640687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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