<?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-8753392974970353400</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:42:08.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many words, so little time.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-1300593577421480231</id><published>2009-07-15T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:36:51.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's so many ways to die,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's so many ways to die, she smiles in your face but is slowly dying insideThe bruises on her skin she hides the fact that there from him.He used to tell her she was a  gem, Her friends say "Girl why you with him?" We all know its hard to let go but pain only causes you to grow, build yourself up like Lego. There's so many ways to die, trapped in excuses hanging from self made nooses. Everyday stress builds walls, you want to give up on it all.You never take time to breathe look at what you achieved and admire it slowly.Your in a rush but good things go to those who wait. Don't debate the minor stuff equate time to success enjoy every moment, every step, with less stress. Invest time in people who move forward toward their goals. Dreams only last threw the night, achievement lasts a lifetime. Lifeline the fetus is no longer breathing, heart no longer beating. Product of false love. She thought having baby would keep them together. Just a moment is all it takes, your un-built heart breaks. Reaching out to thin air just to show you care. There's so many ways to die, but I'd rather not see you cry. See I, truly love you and place your happiness before mine. I know it takes time to understand even though you find me interesting some moments I'll be just a man, who cant understand our differences. I don't want to be the one who finishes your sentences. I'm still lost in your city and if I ever find my way I might get bored.Rewarded on my journey by your love and our experiences. There's so many ways to die, so when the last song is over promise me you'll say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-1300593577421480231?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1300593577421480231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=1300593577421480231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/1300593577421480231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/1300593577421480231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-so-many-ways-to-die.html' title='There&apos;s so many ways to die,'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-4680429724150956481</id><published>2008-04-29T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:02:21.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog&amp;amp;pop=1&amp;amp;indicate=1"&gt;Come here, because I may never come back here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-4680429724150956481?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4680429724150956481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=4680429724150956481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/4680429724150956481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/4680429724150956481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/come-around.html' title='Come Around'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-919111863430150815</id><published>2008-03-26T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:24:39.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnetic Bonds</title><content type='html'>Oh you'll see&lt;br /&gt;Magnetic visions&lt;br /&gt;Written about life missions&lt;br /&gt;as I float on a cloud threw&lt;br /&gt;Your reality&lt;br /&gt;Actually your the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Can be your pot of gold?&lt;br /&gt;and if our story is told&lt;br /&gt;We could laugh as we grow old&lt;br /&gt;Unedited&lt;br /&gt;But respected&lt;br /&gt;For holding unto life and not the knife&lt;br /&gt;The flow of life and soul&lt;br /&gt;Come so easily&lt;br /&gt;With imagination&lt;br /&gt;Mixed with Cortez’s&lt;br /&gt;And turtles&lt;br /&gt;We jump off walls&lt;br /&gt;And over every hurdle&lt;br /&gt;My friends shine light&lt;br /&gt;Like ravers dancing threw the night&lt;br /&gt;Right ways&lt;br /&gt;Go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stand strong&lt;br /&gt;And find my way at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;G says “check mine out by the end of the day”&lt;br /&gt;M “says you know I’m right next to g”&lt;br /&gt;off ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;whether its you or her&lt;br /&gt;Her and me&lt;br /&gt;The magnetic bond&lt;br /&gt;Of unity&lt;br /&gt;Bleed threw our family tree&lt;br /&gt;We back in the days&lt;br /&gt;Like hippies&lt;br /&gt;And the 70s&lt;br /&gt;We back in the day&lt;br /&gt;Like love peace and family&lt;br /&gt;We hot like a summer day in&lt;br /&gt;Miami&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I’m just talking about my family&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;You two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-919111863430150815?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/919111863430150815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=919111863430150815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/919111863430150815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/919111863430150815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/magnetic-bonds.html' title='Magnetic Bonds'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-8534287229770376879</id><published>2008-03-21T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:28:48.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Separated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has changed&lt;br /&gt;Thrifty’s have shut down&lt;br /&gt;We move poetically and symmetrically into adulthood&lt;br /&gt;We work 9-5 and the song no longer plays&lt;br /&gt;How do we get the music the back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days we used to go the mall after school&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you thought I was hip-hop&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and put my dress shirt on, iron my Docker khakis&lt;br /&gt;When will this all stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reclaiming life hard is especially when the world is marching to a different drummer&lt;br /&gt;All I can see is the past, and I remember smiling laughing being a friend&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know how to get that back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be able to sit and talk for a while&lt;br /&gt;Relax and not worry about paying bills&lt;br /&gt;I want a new cd&lt;br /&gt;I need something to listen to, the music is so far gone&lt;br /&gt;I collect classic's and go threw classical loves pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love strains me&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks and creates a brand new one&lt;br /&gt;My heart sheds it's skin and I don't know whether it's a butterfly or a steel reinforced wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise my burnt soul that I will bring the words back,&lt;br /&gt;That will stop crying but I can't&lt;br /&gt;I float threw life like a ghost alone and confused&lt;br /&gt;I used to have someone lying next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Now my little apartment has turned huge&lt;br /&gt;Desolate and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Its just me&lt;br /&gt;Or is it her song&lt;br /&gt;That plays every time I close my drunken eyes&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I share my world, my dreams, or any emotional things.&lt;br /&gt;I lie on my bed and cry&lt;br /&gt;Myself to sleep or stare at the wall until al my tears dry.&lt;br /&gt;See you learn many things being alone with your self&lt;br /&gt;I speak to god hoping his ears are open, I wonder how she is doing&lt;br /&gt;Pull my self out of bed and keep moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-8534287229770376879?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8534287229770376879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=8534287229770376879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8534287229770376879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8534287229770376879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-5102612337080952061</id><published>2008-03-17T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:11:39.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G+R= My thoughts M+G+R= World domination</title><content type='html'>I used to want to be so fake&lt;br /&gt;That everyone would think I was great&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just go for a stroll&lt;br /&gt;And end up somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I just want some brand new kicks&lt;br /&gt;And your dreams to come true&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry about your period and hormones&lt;br /&gt;Be you around me!&lt;br /&gt;I mean who else could you be?&lt;br /&gt;You succeeded be proud&lt;br /&gt;It’s ok to scream out loud&lt;br /&gt;When no one is around I listen to water&lt;br /&gt;Use you imagination we could all be best friends forever&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you’re sad we can slap you and make you smile&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us are so clever&lt;br /&gt;With our magic magic tricks&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I want a sidekick&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t even do a back flip&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to bother you with four letter words&lt;br /&gt;And quick poetry&lt;br /&gt;You want your skin burned&lt;br /&gt;I just want to learn&lt;br /&gt;And to continue&lt;br /&gt;To be me and you&lt;br /&gt;I’m so in love with us&lt;br /&gt;And all the finite mathematical equations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-5102612337080952061?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5102612337080952061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=5102612337080952061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5102612337080952061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5102612337080952061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/gr-my-thoughts-mgr-world-domination.html' title='G+R= My thoughts M+G+R= World domination'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-7851956580348329079</id><published>2008-03-17T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:41:32.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a Champion, Just ask him.</title><content type='html'>Don’t underestimate her&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t need to say a word to kill you&lt;br /&gt;It’s her touch that makes your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;She stumbles and bleeds sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Only to learn a new path success&lt;br /&gt;She smiles like the sun on October 3rd&lt;br /&gt;Processing every element before she strikes&lt;br /&gt;I stand next to her&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why anyone could cause her pain&lt;br /&gt;She give’s so much&lt;br /&gt;That it became her only crutch&lt;br /&gt;I told her I believe in her&lt;br /&gt;But first she had to believe in herself&lt;br /&gt;One day she jumped off the cliff&lt;br /&gt;And found out she could fly&lt;br /&gt;And when I looked up into the sky she became the apple of my eye&lt;br /&gt;She’s my girl&lt;br /&gt;And together we can bring happiness to our world&lt;br /&gt;She says what’s on her mind&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day she became a poet&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to rehearse and then become a nurse&lt;br /&gt;She can do anything she wants too&lt;br /&gt;My queen&lt;br /&gt;My gleam&lt;br /&gt;The most integral part of my team&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-7851956580348329079?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7851956580348329079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=7851956580348329079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7851956580348329079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7851956580348329079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-champion-just-ask-him.html' title='She&apos;s a Champion, Just ask him.'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-7501254338604679350</id><published>2008-03-13T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:47:13.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my Michelle Yulo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You can’t leave &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your starting to be apart of my tree&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Girl I know you want to branch out&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But why can’t I help out?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m still getting to know you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But you’ve become more than a friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone that makes me happy despite the rainy weather&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just want you to succeed , because every time you smile I smile, then we smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re my girl’s bestfriend and she love’s you too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But with you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s like I have 3-D glasses on&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because I can see so much in you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything you been threw just makes you more you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Something crossed between an angel and a girl with stinky feet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Something like a genius but girl who’s incomplete.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to shelter to you, so sister live life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But wherever G and I go you can come too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We promise to make you the front wheel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And make your comfortable in situations they aren’t ideal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know life is real&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just know that my words are always true&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mind and my door will always be open to you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clapping my hands when I see every little piece of your dream come true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-7501254338604679350?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7501254338604679350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=7501254338604679350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7501254338604679350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7501254338604679350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-my-michelle-yulo.html' title='For my Michelle Yulo!'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-5663481284654685025</id><published>2008-02-29T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:01:14.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day she'll come around</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;People come and then they go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A secret we share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No one will know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;please fill this empty space&lt;br /&gt;that we once shared&lt;br /&gt;we used to tell  secrets&lt;br /&gt;but your not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do is be patient&lt;br /&gt;and you'll come around&lt;br /&gt;you'll come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day she'll come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;its seems my world&lt;br /&gt;has changed&lt;br /&gt;I know the nothing stays the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days pass by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and you dont call&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;oh no no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;all i have to do is be patient&lt;br /&gt;and she'll come around&lt;br /&gt;she'll come around&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do is be patient&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;one day she'll come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;your all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;picturing what we used to be e e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;just know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;that even though were far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;you always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;my best friend (dramatically sung)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;all i have to do is be patient&lt;br /&gt;and she'll come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day she'll come around&lt;br /&gt;one day she'll come around&lt;br /&gt; one day she'll come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You my best friend e end e end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and you believe in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;why don't you come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;so things can be the way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;your un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;replaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;so I just had to let know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;how i love you so eo eo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe one day you'll come around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-5663481284654685025?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5663481284654685025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=5663481284654685025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5663481284654685025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5663481284654685025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-day-shell-come-around.html' title='One day she&apos;ll come around'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-6099597145980705676</id><published>2008-02-27T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:57:15.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girlfriend can write better than you.</title><content type='html'>You're a champion.I live under your moon and sun.I look at the shelf of all the trophies you've won.The veteran.But sometimes you have PTS.Post-traumatic syndrome, with your flashbacks.What's up with that?Saying that I'm caught up with my past.But on your most honest moments, when you empty that glass,You talk about your great last.And I don't say nothing, because I'm not that girl.I want you to speak your mind to me, like LL said, let our love unfurl.But it seems like we started so quick and so greatAnd all we can come up with is this, and we can't get past it.Yes, you're a good man-- but I too am greatI'm almost at your level with my young age.You're the veteran, I'm new schoolWith my old school ways, I'm no young fool.I've tripped on different rocks as you,And we all know that I have my faults with you.But I man up to the responsibility,I admit I wronged you, is there something I can do to make it up to you baby?Because it seems like there isn't, the way you hold things against me.Don't get it twisted baby boy, you're not a saint either.But I'm not one to hold it above your head, it's not in me, mister.But sometimes I wish the pain was physical, but it's not.It's in here, where my passion for you still burns hot,But you forgot.Because the things you say to me makes me wonderWhy do I want to stay with you and become your baby's mother?You're so cleverWith your words that break my heartI have no tears, but you tear me apart.But I'm still here, still reaching out my handTrying to work things out because you're my manAnd I understand.You have your demands.I try to live up to them, but if this ever endsI hope we can still be friends.Because our love for each other is like the one in 'On Bended Knee'It just pisses me off that it's enough for you to be you, and not enough for me to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-6099597145980705676?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6099597145980705676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=6099597145980705676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/6099597145980705676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/6099597145980705676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-girlfriend-can-write-better-than-you.html' title='My Girlfriend can write better than you.'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-6680358142736535409</id><published>2008-02-26T22:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:32:49.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m selfish &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want someone to care about me at the speed of light&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We never really have time to really care about something do we?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unless it effect us in our own personal world or bubble…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My feelings think they are important&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need to find back up listeners&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want attention&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to be nit picked&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then left in the ally feeling dirty&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to be able to wash off the feeling&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could give you attention too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just want to talk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And sometimes just walk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to stare at you because your beautiful&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In ways that only I notice&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-6680358142736535409?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6680358142736535409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=6680358142736535409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/6680358142736535409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/6680358142736535409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-selfish-i-want-someone-to-care-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-8590936718440470657</id><published>2008-02-26T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:20:51.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe my Grandma will love me.</title><content type='html'>Even if no one is reading, I would just like to thank all of you  who do read my stories and who will do so in the future. I just think its magical the way words can flow sometimes. I feel butterflies in my stomach and let the voice just speak threw me. I love writing in the warm darkness using the computer screen as my light and only focus. I love being able to build a cave of just words. I want to cry because it feels good. I'll let you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Afreshnerdwithwords.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-8590936718440470657?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8590936718440470657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=8590936718440470657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8590936718440470657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8590936718440470657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/maybe-my-grandma-will-love-me.html' title='Maybe my Grandma will love me.'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-7878731816906895032</id><published>2008-02-26T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:11:42.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want anyone to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R8T_Chd1ojI/AAAAAAAAADE/OfT1ALcvNFQ/s1600-h/secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R8T_Chd1ojI/AAAAAAAAADE/OfT1ALcvNFQ/s320/secret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171538690936513074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I told you a secret would you tell anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-7878731816906895032?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7878731816906895032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=7878731816906895032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7878731816906895032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7878731816906895032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-want-anyone-to-know.html' title='I don&apos;t want anyone to know.'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R8T_Chd1ojI/AAAAAAAAADE/OfT1ALcvNFQ/s72-c/secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-2754556661013343021</id><published>2008-02-26T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:51:08.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Waterfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R8T-Yxd1oiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DpFsvzmZMV4/s1600-h/602418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171537973676974626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R8T-Yxd1oiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DpFsvzmZMV4/s320/602418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sung&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me Mr. Waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Some say that I don't care at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I just want you&lt;br /&gt;yes I really want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;VERSE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think love might not come my way&lt;br /&gt;so just lay with me today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to me &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;tell me you you'll never go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stay&lt;br /&gt;girl just stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me Mr. Waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Some say that I don't care at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I just want you&lt;br /&gt;yes I really want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;VERSE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is not our friend&lt;br /&gt;a few more chapters till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make up a story about who you are&lt;br /&gt;for tonight you'll be my star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a secret mission&lt;br /&gt;to discover who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me Mr. Waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Some say that I don't care at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I just want you&lt;br /&gt;yes I really want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bridge&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;bridge&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things we do&lt;br /&gt;To find out who we really are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on my own&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I’ve grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night the stars might shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night I might change my mind&lt;br /&gt;So be happy with time we share&lt;br /&gt;People come and then they go&lt;br /&gt;but you know I'll always care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even&lt;br /&gt;If it was for&lt;br /&gt;Just a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me Mrs Waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Some say that I don't care at all&lt;br /&gt;but I just want you&lt;br /&gt;yes I really want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Russell Maceo Duckett&lt;/sung&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-2754556661013343021?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2754556661013343021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=2754556661013343021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2754556661013343021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2754556661013343021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/chorus-they-call-me-mr.html' title='Mr. Waterfall'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R8T-Yxd1oiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DpFsvzmZMV4/s72-c/602418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-8682602052350154337</id><published>2008-02-25T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:57:59.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that all there is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R8OAIxd1ohI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L3r-W4QmnfE/s1600-h/61954_aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R8OAIxd1ohI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L3r-W4QmnfE/s320/61954_aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171117685357257234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;IS THAT ALL THERE IS?&lt;br /&gt;Peggy Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOKEN:&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up&lt;br /&gt;in his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames.&lt;br /&gt;And when it was all over I said to myself, "Is that all there is to a fire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNG:&lt;br /&gt;Is that all there is, is that all there is&lt;br /&gt;If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing&lt;br /&gt;Let's break out the booze and have a ball&lt;br /&gt;If that's all there is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOKEN:&lt;br /&gt;And when I was 12 years old, my father took me to a circus, the greatest show on earth.&lt;br /&gt;There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears.&lt;br /&gt;And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads.&lt;br /&gt;And so I sat there watching the marvelous spectacle.&lt;br /&gt;I had the feeling that something was missing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what, but when it was over,&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself, "is that all there is to a circus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNG:&lt;br /&gt;Is that all there is, is that all there is&lt;br /&gt;If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing&lt;br /&gt;Let's break out the booze and have a ball&lt;br /&gt;If that's all there is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOKEN:&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell in love, head over heels in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;We were so very much in love.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day he went away and I thought I'd die, but I didn't,&lt;br /&gt;and when I didn't I said to myself, "is that all there is to love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNG:&lt;br /&gt;Is that all there is, is that all there is&lt;br /&gt;If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOKEN:&lt;br /&gt;I know what you must be saying to yourselves,&lt;br /&gt;if that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, not me. I'm in no hurry for that final disappointment,&lt;br /&gt;for I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you,&lt;br /&gt;when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my lst breath, I'll be saying to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNG:&lt;br /&gt;Is that all there is, is that all there is&lt;br /&gt;If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing&lt;br /&gt;Let's break out the booze and have a ball&lt;br /&gt;If that's all there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-8682602052350154337?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8682602052350154337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=8682602052350154337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8682602052350154337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8682602052350154337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-that-all-there-is.html' title='Is that all there is?'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R8OAIxd1ohI/AAAAAAAAAC0/L3r-W4QmnfE/s72-c/61954_aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-5035051173792452168</id><published>2008-02-21T15:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:59:44.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Champion</title><content type='html'>48365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought you could catch me off balance&lt;br /&gt;With your misplaced lies like a wobbly rope&lt;br /&gt;But I’m the veteran acrobat&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have fallen down before&lt;br /&gt;But I have seen it all&lt;br /&gt;So before I perform next verbal stunt&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for the rope to stop shaking&lt;br /&gt;Or for you to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;You told me you’d catch me if I fell&lt;br /&gt;But I’d never thought you’d be the one to push me down&lt;br /&gt;With your fancy pride&lt;br /&gt;Or that fact that you’re past&lt;br /&gt;May have blinded you to who I am&lt;br /&gt;So despite the fact that I am a bitch&lt;br /&gt;And that there is no way you would ever check my email&lt;br /&gt;I still stand strong&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the next plunge&lt;br /&gt;Or my last sky dive&lt;br /&gt;I have been hurt and broken&lt;br /&gt;Yet I strive like champion and stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Your lies bind you&lt;br /&gt;With the magical rope you and I used to share&lt;br /&gt;Your special so I will give you a chance&lt;br /&gt;To come back into my world&lt;br /&gt;Were you are my only girl&lt;br /&gt;But don’t get me wrong I know there are more in this world&lt;br /&gt;And despite what you think I know I’m special&lt;br /&gt;I can make the sunrise and set&lt;br /&gt;Just by being me&lt;br /&gt;And telling the next “1” my real-life story&lt;br /&gt;Right now I embrace you&lt;br /&gt;So reach out for me too&lt;br /&gt;Or our next step could be fatal&lt;br /&gt;And we might lose me and you.&lt;br /&gt;Delete the past and learn to be the brand new you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-5035051173792452168?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5035051173792452168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=5035051173792452168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5035051173792452168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5035051173792452168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-champion.html' title='I&apos;m a Champion'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-400276368594637831</id><published>2008-02-20T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:53:28.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More ish for yo ass</title><content type='html'>I want to drown deep inside a circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;Until I cant breathe&lt;br /&gt;With no magic tricks up my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And fall in love with darkness&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me so we can cut each other with our sharp words&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me in languages that only we can understand&lt;br /&gt;Lets just go threw the motions&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that one day we just float out to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;You're off beat, but on my rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Sharing with me your soul and vision&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me and I promise to listen&lt;br /&gt;Until my flash drive is full&lt;br /&gt;Delete my preset notions of who you are&lt;br /&gt;More than just a beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;More than just a skin tone&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even have to be you and me alone&lt;br /&gt;We can tell the world we are just friends&lt;br /&gt;I can serenade you with thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And paint pictures of the future&lt;br /&gt;We can burn a fire in the woods&lt;br /&gt;And watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;You can have my heart too&lt;br /&gt;If I knew how to put it back together&lt;br /&gt;And even if it rains I'm down to chill&lt;br /&gt;With you held tightly into my cold brain&lt;br /&gt;Until you become apart of me&lt;br /&gt;We can laugh at everything else&lt;br /&gt;We could love the world and everyone else&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand who you are&lt;br /&gt;Shining bright like my north star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g-and-r.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://g-and-r.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-400276368594637831?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/400276368594637831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=400276368594637831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/400276368594637831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/400276368594637831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-ish-for-yo-ass.html' title='More ish for yo ass'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-2667730582972315215</id><published>2008-02-20T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:06:31.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my favorite alien..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I'm just a spaceman floating in the universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Swimming in what the greater force chose to disperse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I land from planet to planet, hoping to converse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Waiting for my love to be reimbursed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Then I found a home away from my own home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I laid in the sunlight, resting from my roam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Hoping one day, we'll build a dome of our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;And we can both contribute half our chromosomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Though I have  fears and walls I've built upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I'll break them down because I see you're the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I just have to make sure before I jump in the mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;That our world won't explode like planet Krypton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The blue sun would set into our eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I'll promise that I will tell no more lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I'll be your daily pleasant surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;And you will be my heaven in the silver skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The silver seas engulf us in the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;But we're at peace, no need for us to be saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;We'll float along, I swear you're all I crave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Please don't deprive me from your sweet embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The purple grass will cushion our fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dandelions are made from fireballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;And we'll make a wish, one that we'll always recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;To our little planet, nothing catastrophic will befall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;This universe is vast and will break us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;But on our rock, you and I are well-renowned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Little green people who think that we're profound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;You're a king, you're worthy to be crowned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;You're the paradise I have finally found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-2667730582972315215?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2667730582972315215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=2667730582972315215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2667730582972315215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2667730582972315215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-my-favorite-alien.html' title='To my favorite alien..'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1B80UeVqus/SldmKSYAG1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/X4QrSi0Tiq4/S220/123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-5835438009413288204</id><published>2008-02-14T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:12:26.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm free</title><content type='html'>you could be the girl of my ice cream dreams&lt;br /&gt;instead we will ll take it slow and you can be my queen&lt;br /&gt;of the river&lt;br /&gt;and every night when im alone&lt;br /&gt;ill remember&lt;br /&gt;how I use to shiver&lt;br /&gt;so now when I walk about the city I smile&lt;br /&gt;and when I talk it out I don't stop&lt;br /&gt;I go on and on&lt;br /&gt;Until the people yawn&lt;br /&gt;But it's all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day's I reflect&lt;br /&gt;And wonder what comes next&lt;br /&gt;I always want more but I know&lt;br /&gt;No one's perfect&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as cute as I used to be&lt;br /&gt;One day I might tell you it's because I'm a MAN&lt;br /&gt;To help you understand&lt;br /&gt;That I really don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I'm cool&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I won't play you like a fool&lt;br /&gt;And even if I stare into you eyes&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I won't do thing to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;And like it&lt;br /&gt;Even if I try to accept you&lt;br /&gt;I will never know what I might do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city called and wants all my unused dreams&lt;br /&gt;To give to another kid&lt;br /&gt;More than ever I just want to be regal&lt;br /&gt;Doing crazy shit and be legal&lt;br /&gt;2 legit quit&lt;br /&gt;Is what they used say&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a fragment of who I was from my younger day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if last night&lt;br /&gt;Could be a movie&lt;br /&gt;Then she could really move me&lt;br /&gt;More than love&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to use me&lt;br /&gt;My secret crush&lt;br /&gt;On the visible invisible woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be stronger than that&lt;br /&gt;Men are like play doh&lt;br /&gt;Though some come in nice packaging&lt;br /&gt;It's like we are all practicing&lt;br /&gt;For something that might never come to fruition&lt;br /&gt;If a star falls in outer space and no one's there to see it&lt;br /&gt;Did it really happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-5835438009413288204?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5835438009413288204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=5835438009413288204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5835438009413288204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5835438009413288204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-free.html' title='I&apos;m free'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-7330901432501565153</id><published>2008-02-04T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:54:02.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen master ish</title><content type='html'>gianong: don't be angry when i say this..&lt;br /&gt;8:25 AM but it's human nature to keep looking for something that they want and are not getting from someone&lt;br /&gt;  I'm not saying you'll go&lt;br /&gt;  and find someone else right now&lt;br /&gt;8:26 AM but what if i don't live up to the expectation&lt;br /&gt;  and one of these days you'll just be like&lt;br /&gt;  no, no this isn't gonna work&lt;br /&gt; me: thats could happen&lt;br /&gt;  any day&lt;br /&gt;  you could do the same to me&lt;br /&gt;  Im not going to live in fear of that&lt;br /&gt;  if you actually live in fear of that you got&lt;br /&gt;  problems&lt;br /&gt;  and you&lt;br /&gt;  you&lt;br /&gt;  shouldnt&lt;br /&gt;8:27 AM be in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;  you sound like Derrick&lt;br /&gt; gianong: how the hell do i sound like derek?&lt;br /&gt;  i don't control you&lt;br /&gt;  i can't be scared too?&lt;br /&gt; me: cuz my ex&lt;br /&gt;  cheated ony me&lt;br /&gt;  your going to cheat&lt;br /&gt;  lol&lt;br /&gt;8:28 AM Have I lied to you?&lt;br /&gt;  what other girls do I talk to&lt;br /&gt;  besides&lt;br /&gt;  meesh&lt;br /&gt;  lol&lt;br /&gt;  I dont even go on myspace&lt;br /&gt;  you see&lt;br /&gt;  im kinda ZEN masterish&lt;br /&gt;  about dating&lt;br /&gt;8:29 AM like if we break up&lt;br /&gt;  ill find another&lt;br /&gt;  so why do I need to look now&lt;br /&gt;  thats not giving you a fair chance&lt;br /&gt;  ill let you break down your on wal&lt;br /&gt;  or build one up&lt;br /&gt;  its your choice&lt;br /&gt;8:31 AM gianong: i don't know what to say about this.. i'm not going to give up on you like that. i fight for the people i care about, and if i lost you right now it would at the least affect me.&lt;br /&gt;  make me sad or something&lt;br /&gt;8:32 AM me: I would be sad&lt;br /&gt;  but not very sad Giselle&lt;br /&gt;  your not quantifying&lt;br /&gt;  the relationship&lt;br /&gt;  I would be sad&lt;br /&gt;  heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;  but I know life goes on&lt;br /&gt;  Trust&lt;br /&gt;  i know&lt;br /&gt;8:33 AM cuz Im not with the girl of my 1st dream&lt;br /&gt;  im with girl of my new dream&lt;br /&gt;  now&lt;br /&gt;  and your better&lt;br /&gt;  cuz I know what I want&lt;br /&gt;  after you&lt;br /&gt;8:34 AM I would have another dream&lt;br /&gt;  then anoter&lt;br /&gt;  then another&lt;br /&gt;  maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;  ill stop dreaming&lt;br /&gt;  relationships&lt;br /&gt;  like all dreams&lt;br /&gt;  when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;  they fade quickly&lt;br /&gt;  you can linger on&lt;br /&gt;  and try to remember&lt;br /&gt;  that one dream&lt;br /&gt;  and then turn it into a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;  or you can let go&lt;br /&gt;  and realize tonight youll dream again&lt;br /&gt;  maybe something fantastic&lt;br /&gt;8:35 AM or may something just ok&lt;br /&gt;8:36 AM gianong: ok&lt;br /&gt;8:37 AM sorry, i really don't know how to reply to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-7330901432501565153?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7330901432501565153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=7330901432501565153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7330901432501565153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7330901432501565153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/zen-master-ish.html' title='Zen master ish'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-8511937232638798289</id><published>2008-02-04T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:57:39.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers Block</title><content type='html'>blank words that have no meaning&lt;br /&gt;feeling like you cant you feel&lt;br /&gt;you make me happier&lt;br /&gt;my new friends make me feel special&lt;br /&gt;and comfortable&lt;br /&gt;I want to blackout&lt;br /&gt;having fun is so underated&lt;br /&gt;theres not enough hours in the day&lt;br /&gt;or money in the world&lt;br /&gt;to spend with special people&lt;br /&gt;If your poor we got you&lt;br /&gt;to be so young we are such good hosts&lt;br /&gt;just let go&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when we never talk&lt;br /&gt;I want to get to know all of you&lt;br /&gt;you guys are so weird&lt;br /&gt;she is so comfortable&lt;br /&gt;get to 32 so I can stroke your pet&lt;br /&gt;I love what she writes&lt;br /&gt;I feel special&lt;br /&gt;I have writers block&lt;br /&gt;in case you didnt notice&lt;br /&gt;I like Naruto&lt;br /&gt;Chowder makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;super ads werent funny&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy the lakers got Pau Gasol!&lt;br /&gt;I want a hug&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold everyone&lt;br /&gt;and not feel weirded out&lt;br /&gt;why cant we give out love and not be sexual&lt;br /&gt;why are we so scared&lt;br /&gt;that someone will leave&lt;br /&gt;why cant we trust every liar?&lt;br /&gt;I'm numb and have writers block&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-8511937232638798289?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8511937232638798289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=8511937232638798289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8511937232638798289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8511937232638798289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/writers-block.html' title='Writers Block'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-794208672584192651</id><published>2008-02-02T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:29:09.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope you like this one - G</title><content type='html'>So she asks me&lt;br /&gt;"What is it that you like about him?"&lt;br /&gt;My mindsight grew dim&lt;br /&gt;Finding answers to the question&lt;br /&gt;That was previously mentioned&lt;br /&gt;"Why do I like him?"&lt;br /&gt;I could've sworn&lt;br /&gt;I made a poem about this before&lt;br /&gt;But just to be for real&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know the real deal&lt;br /&gt;About how I feel&lt;br /&gt;My first instinct was to run&lt;br /&gt;But I fought it, I wanted to watch the sun&lt;br /&gt;Set on his face&lt;br /&gt;Until the next day again&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty about the future&lt;br /&gt;But I won't torture&lt;br /&gt;Myself with the "what if this happens"&lt;br /&gt;"What if THAT happens"&lt;br /&gt;I spend more days a week&lt;br /&gt;In his presence&lt;br /&gt;Which is amazing in its essence&lt;br /&gt;I love his face and his mind&lt;br /&gt;How he wants to challenge me all the time&lt;br /&gt;And it's never dull&lt;br /&gt;Even our easy afternoons&lt;br /&gt;When we just lull&lt;br /&gt;We would watch LOST&lt;br /&gt;And get lost in each other's embrace&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like time and space&lt;br /&gt;Has no role to play&lt;br /&gt;Just me and him and his son sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Who I fell in love with quicker&lt;br /&gt;Than quicksand&lt;br /&gt;When has asks me to hold his hand&lt;br /&gt;When we cross the street to the laundrymat&lt;br /&gt;But anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Back to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, when I catch a whiff of his scent&lt;br /&gt;It's like pheromones&lt;br /&gt;Messing with my hormones&lt;br /&gt;I just want to-- *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;And when I go home&lt;br /&gt;The second I don't see his face anymore&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;br /&gt;And I call him to tell him I miss him&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly he doesn't think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;When I act like I'm a character made by Martin Scorsese&lt;br /&gt;Well he does, but still he tolerates me&lt;br /&gt;So why do I like him so much&lt;br /&gt;Is because his touch&lt;br /&gt;Makes me burn like kush&lt;br /&gt;And his attitude makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;His smile makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, he makes me smile, period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-794208672584192651?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/794208672584192651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=794208672584192651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/794208672584192651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/794208672584192651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/hope-you-like-this-one-g.html' title='Hope you like this one - G'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1B80UeVqus/SldmKSYAG1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/X4QrSi0Tiq4/S220/123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-4866103890509337502</id><published>2008-01-30T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:44:51.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hurt...</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=active&amp;amp;q=muscle+pain"&gt;I'm hurt.....&lt;/a&gt; I have been off of work for 2 days...... Strangely enought my leg has felt really good... Eddie has got me &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost_(season_1)"&gt;addicted to lost........&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take &lt;a href="http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=292"&gt;half a pill....&lt;/a&gt; if you do take to more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/playoffs07/columns/story?columnist=sando_mike&amp;amp;id=3209882"&gt;The Superbowl &lt;/a&gt;is this weekend! who do you want to win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maceo is sick....not good at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a blog but it's a tiny little blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Stephen has me wanting to try &lt;a href="http://www.absinthebuyersguide.com/faq.html#Anchor-11381"&gt;Absinthe......&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-4866103890509337502?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4866103890509337502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=4866103890509337502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/4866103890509337502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/4866103890509337502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-hurt.html' title='I&apos;m hurt...'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-6493828859073198063</id><published>2008-01-25T12:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:40:56.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me think of Giselle</title><content type='html'>"Nothin' Else"I was just walking that dayAimlessly(Oh, oh no)You picked a perfect dayTo bump into me(Perfect day, mmm)Probably should've watched the stars in the sky The night before(Heey, hey)But for some reasonWe still met at your store(You, baby)Your eyes have a story that they wish to tellAnd I have my whole lifeAnd I listen well(Hey)Look, I'll be your confidantTell me anythingBut please start it off with how you tuck your wings (Ohhh ooo ohh)There's nothing else that I have seenThere's no getting around itOr in betweenYou're out of this worldExcept you're not greenLookYou don't know what you meanTo meTo meAll my friends meet you and sayYou're the one(You're the one, you're the one... hey ooo)And all my meaningless friendships Should be done(I should just leave them alone, baby, eh heh)You had a friendBut he did you wrongBut I'm a God sent signThat readsPlease move onWith me(With me)You taught me to use my heart And forget my eyes(Use my heart... forget my eyes.. mmm)And that's the way To His kingdom of eternal life(ooh eh heh hehhh)Since you're an angel, babyYour job's never doneToo bad the world won't see youWhen they dial 9-1-1(That's why..)There's nothin' else that I have seenThere's no getting around itOr in betweenYou're out of this worldExcept you're not greenLookYou don't know what you meanTo me(To me, to me, to me)To meThere's nothin' else that I have seenThere's no getting around itOr in betweenYou're out of this worldExcept you're not greenLookYou don't know what you meanTo me(To me, to me, to me)To meThere's nothin' else in this world(Nothin' else)Like you(Yeah)So why is it so complicated?(So complicated)What are you afraid of?(Oooh, ooh)I've been asking everybody What they think(Yeah, yeah)But I don't know whyBecause they don't know you(Oooh, ooh)I'm even asking other guysWhat would they say(Yeah, yeah)But I don't know why'Cause they don't do what I do(Oooh, ooh)Girl, I say an ultimatums for you(Yeah-yeah, yeah)But you'd probably take thatAnd just run(Oooh, ooh)Now I gotta decide if I'mma help raise your mindSeems like the ultimatums or me That's no funI was just walking that day AimlesslyDa da da-dumDa da da-dumDa da da-dumDum dum dum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-6493828859073198063?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6493828859073198063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=6493828859073198063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/6493828859073198063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/6493828859073198063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/makes-me-think-of-giselle.html' title='Makes me think of Giselle'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-8285826293215432139</id><published>2008-01-24T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T08:27:44.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy but not fresh enough...</title><content type='html'>I have never been happy for this long in my life before and I really don't know what to do. You know when your happy you actually begin to care less about other things in your life that used to matter..... Call me materialistic but I like shopping and having new shit.... I like to feel fresh everytime I step out of the door.... NowI just contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met someone who makes me feel like everything is ok, and if it's not it will be. She makes me feel like I don't have to do anything to impress her accept continuing to be myself, which in all essence is wonderful. At the same time yesterday her friend told me that when you spend so much time together with one person you lose your individualism. I honestly have a great time with my girl and don't mind spending the time with her, what I do mind is that I lost interest in shoes, clothes, and comic books. The funny thing is I told her when we first met I thought she needed to get fresh, but she actually is making me feel like it doesnt matter... But hey it does matter to me, it matters a lot. I like to feel that when I go out on my two days off that I look good.. I like girls that take care of there self, I like to take care of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems like a simple issue but it is not. I don't think I am ready to say Nothing really matters anymore. I don't want to lose myself to find happiness. Maybe she will feel different, and disagree with me. But I really really like this girl........I want her to fly with me. Even though I'm 26 I'm on a mission to be the Coolest N****! Sorry I still am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-8285826293215432139?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lupefiasco.com' title='Happy but not fresh enough...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8285826293215432139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=8285826293215432139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8285826293215432139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8285826293215432139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-but-not-fresh-enough.html' title='Happy but not fresh enough...'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-2505368398186343828</id><published>2008-01-18T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:35:00.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;cuz girl you're right in front of&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;A huge what if&lt;br /&gt;is what we could be&lt;br /&gt;you're my uncomplicated complicated&lt;br /&gt;equation&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I understand you&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly&lt;br /&gt;see me&lt;br /&gt;for who I am&lt;br /&gt;a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;dreaming away on a pillow&lt;br /&gt;floating through your sky&lt;br /&gt;let me give you a balloon&lt;br /&gt;so you can fly with me&lt;br /&gt;here's one for your loved one too&lt;br /&gt;the road might get bumpy&lt;br /&gt;so let's build a foundation&lt;br /&gt;out of wolverine's adamantium claws&lt;br /&gt;and if we ever get track we can go into my space ship&lt;br /&gt;and press pause&lt;br /&gt;I never want to have to rewind back&lt;br /&gt;to the good days&lt;br /&gt;I just want to find ways&lt;br /&gt;to keep you smiling&lt;br /&gt;when it's so bright it's dark&lt;br /&gt;let the word of us spark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-2505368398186343828?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2505368398186343828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=2505368398186343828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2505368398186343828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2505368398186343828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/freestyle.html' title='Freestyle'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1B80UeVqus/SldmKSYAG1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/X4QrSi0Tiq4/S220/123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-1573799025942792609</id><published>2008-01-18T00:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:37:51.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fictional Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fictional girl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a smile like… wait let me think… as bright as the sun light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first danced on the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun came up, it got to hot and we melted into each other until the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait that doesn't sound right…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fictional girl when I first met her she was rocking a Mr. Rogers Sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said… "I know you're Mr. Poetry, but I'm Mrs. Independent so what do I get from you trying to talk to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said… "Queen I'm not about that… I want to get into you… Play a million games of scrabble. After that maybe just vibe with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No that's still not right…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fictional girl, come to me like a rose in the concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels will sing when we meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fictional girl, is beautiful but not conceded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know that when I look her, I see the woman I want to share my life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fictional girl, wants to hold me, chill sometimes and watch a DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows it's not all about sex, but they way we feel in each others arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fictional girl hold me close, tell me I'm the man you want the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fictional girl is different than the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She understands understand that to make it we have to be more than just lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fictional Girl the way you caught my eye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is like a ice cube running down your inner thigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fictional Girl I hope we never break up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not real but still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothings ever perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to never give up we could plan again and re work it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone to love me for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who calls me up because she wants to spend her time with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who recognizes I'm that I truly am a wonderful guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cook your food, I'll write you a poetry book,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss your lips no matter how you look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't brush teeth, I will still lay with you underneath.. The sheets, with our legs crossed, we can make beats..The music to my soul, the way you love me makes me lose all..control...But what can I do?..I want a fictional girl, but this is a real world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheets, with our legs crossed, we can make beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music to my soul, the way you love me makes me lose all control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a fictional girl, but this is a real world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-1573799025942792609?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1573799025942792609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6923616456621345257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=6923616456621345257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/6923616456621345257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/6923616456621345257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/unexpected_17.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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in a white dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess, the she would be my whole world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped inside one girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman to give my heart and soul to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever day I would tell you why I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world could crumble but I would be good, with just you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I would let her know how special she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining bright in my sight like star from up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love I know your out there waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll continue to dream of the prophecy of you me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love was written in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't even know each other passing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By I know she'll come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wonder what solar system she came from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alien from Venus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever be able to put out the fire between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like a spaceman I search for new unexplored love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And expect the unexpected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because love isn't always what it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I wait for my love riding down on a moon beam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-6093170782685426352?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6093170782685426352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=6093170782685426352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/6093170782685426352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/6093170782685426352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-6659388949182351733</id><published>2008-01-17T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:39:33.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go</title><content type='html'>Let go and dive into the ocean of emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles all around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The futures ahead you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you look back and wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't just GROOVE with the soulful tunes of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and just slow dance with yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves last melodic note &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't let go, you grab onto hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your soul moves with the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not the wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my black eyes, and dive into the moonlit darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free and captivated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy but sometimes motivated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love but not smothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be friend and lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all be nice to baby mothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-6659388949182351733?l=invisablekicks.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-8753392974970353400.post-7291408252028580179</id><published>2008-01-17T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:36:45.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>your mom</title><content type='html'>Love was lost at the liquor store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like his honorable, horrible, hands are the air she breaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly loses his weird cosmic, comical, control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he never really had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dives deeper into his abstract view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks she deserves every song, scream, sound, and all the evil expressions that the monster can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster comes out to play for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slaps her the way, his father did his mother, now he wants to hold her, and he screams out that he loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is knees bent bleeding blissfully crouched in the corner of the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't stop living, she doesn't stop yelling, she remembers all the times he's put his hands on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've made love, they've bruised her skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arms around her shoulders, she thinks this is the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sneaks silently sailing into the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabs the ending of story, sharp and shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He screams "I'm sorry! I love you so much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She runs to him across the field of sorrow, like two lovers in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds her tight, tears falling down his red remorseful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blade penetrates the unsuspecting skin, kind of like a slicing butter on a hot summers day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He falls to floor, and then to hell, or wherever else monsters go to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't remember the last time smiled, or the last time she felt free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood dripping gently from her hands. Her self esteem bruised more than her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs lonely and lost. It's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-7291408252028580179?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7291408252028580179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=7291408252028580179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7291408252028580179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7291408252028580179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-mom.html' title='your mom'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-935693059443642376</id><published>2008-01-16T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:42:21.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="164" height="164" id="naruto" align="middle" &gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://i.cartoonnetwork.com/toonjet/tools/swf/jetstream_viralvplayer.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="FlashVars" value="id=naruto&amp;imageBasePath=http://i.cartoonnetwork.com/toonjet/tools/img/flashplayer/"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque" /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://i.cartoonnetwork.com/toonjet/tools/swf/jetstream_viralvplayer.swf" FlashVars="id=naruto&amp;imageBasePath=http://i.cartoonnetwork.com/toonjet/tools/img/flashplayer/" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="164" height="164" name="naruto" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt; &lt;/object &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-935693059443642376?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/935693059443642376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=935693059443642376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/935693059443642376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/935693059443642376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/naruto.html' title='Naruto'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-216304415766221889</id><published>2008-01-16T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T08:06:20.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have met your match</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I just realized I still have your "freestyle" poems that you madewhile you and I were chatting like a month or two ago.. Agent 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I can be me&lt;br /&gt;I could just lay there and relax and you could be the sea&lt;br /&gt;Or the ocean&lt;br /&gt;We will lastor just drift away off this emotion&lt;br /&gt;talk to me give me all your words&lt;br /&gt;i won't let them go&lt;br /&gt;into the air&lt;br /&gt;and i promise to do things to show you i care&lt;br /&gt;you might not notice&lt;br /&gt;but i'm into you and your bad jokes&lt;br /&gt;i see you past the lights&lt;br /&gt;and the smoke screens&lt;br /&gt;wishing one day you could be in my good dreams&lt;br /&gt;i promise to let go of old thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and let you be brand new&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy i have walls around my heart&lt;br /&gt;I want so much in you girl&lt;br /&gt;that my soul mate has to be from another world&lt;br /&gt;so instead of jumping into the pool&lt;br /&gt;i stick my big toe in so hopefully you'll be there when i decide to get wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and you alone There's no description&lt;br /&gt;I can paint the perfect picture&lt;br /&gt;It's like your touch was written all across my skin&lt;br /&gt;Dive deeper into my soul&lt;br /&gt;Lay next to me&lt;br /&gt;As we float across the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;On ecstacy&lt;br /&gt;Or the planet Mars&lt;br /&gt;We could make time and space just ours&lt;br /&gt;I could kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;And caress you hips&lt;br /&gt;Slowly you'll see&lt;br /&gt;Or we could just chill and watch the OC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-216304415766221889?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/216304415766221889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=216304415766221889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/216304415766221889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/216304415766221889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-have-met-your-match.html' title='You have met your match'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-2812810163747027617</id><published>2008-01-15T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:14:13.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G's First Post (Bus Stop Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm on the Metro going home from school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16 years old, at that time it was cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How I acted out on impulse, like I'm invincible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trying to find myself, and believe in a principle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember too well how I loved as I lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get hurt by each guy, then get back on the wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brush the pain off with a couple of strokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Relax and take notes while I take tokes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A voice called out, small but not faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Excuse me young miss, but your bravery is feigned."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked shocked, but I still felt like I should listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stared in her eyes, although aged, they still glistened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You can't give up yourself for the sake of acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day you'll be wiser and you'll see what I'm saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because pleasing others will amount to nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When deep inside you're the one who's been aching."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remained still, my mind in a race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should have seen the look on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bus stops, and I get up to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll never see her again, but I'll always believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-2812810163747027617?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2812810163747027617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=2812810163747027617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2812810163747027617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2812810163747027617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/gs-first-post-bus-stop-part-2.html' title='G&apos;s First Post (Bus Stop Part 2)'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1B80UeVqus/SldmKSYAG1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/X4QrSi0Tiq4/S220/123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-178132214059084564</id><published>2008-01-15T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:08:24.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bus stop</title><content type='html'>She was old&lt;br /&gt;Yet still beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Her face focused on the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;With every facial expression you could look in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see her story&lt;br /&gt;She survived many wars with men&lt;br /&gt;Made it past the mountains of experience and sin&lt;br /&gt;Here she is now a walking melody, standing right next to me&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden she said&lt;br /&gt;“You seem troubled, remember to live for the moment, not tomorrow or yesterday.”&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was gray, and her words were strong&lt;br /&gt;I said “I lost myself a few years ago, sadness massages my soul and I can’t let it go”&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and put her hand upon my shoulder. “The more you hurt, the more you learn. I let go and just live, 100 years I’ve been here. Love comes and love goes, but if your Mind is strong yet your heart is weak, the world might walk right by you”&lt;br /&gt;The bus came and she disappeared amongst the other faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-178132214059084564?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/178132214059084564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=178132214059084564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/178132214059084564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/178132214059084564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/bus-stop.html' title='The bus stop'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-8096557349574615130</id><published>2008-01-14T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:58:14.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4vo5465U8I/AAAAAAAAABg/_zzB24QYplk/s1600-h/20253158197d_Main200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155470279685264322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4vo5465U8I/AAAAAAAAABg/_zzB24QYplk/s320/20253158197d_Main200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/litebrite/default.cfm?page=Products/Detail&amp;amp;product_id=17671#"&gt;I want 10 of these....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-8096557349574615130?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8096557349574615130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=8096557349574615130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8096557349574615130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8096557349574615130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-10-of-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4vo5465U8I/AAAAAAAAABg/_zzB24QYplk/s72-c/20253158197d_Main200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-2335195095842345010</id><published>2008-01-14T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:28:44.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4vgVY65U7I/AAAAAAAAABY/Qbdw1sj0YIw/s1600-h/naruto_gaara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155460856527016882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4vgVY65U7I/AAAAAAAAABY/Qbdw1sj0YIw/s320/naruto_gaara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend Recap.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was pretty fun.... I threw a little get together for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stephanovich's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. We all got drunk and &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_113128_remove-burn-marks.html"&gt;Stephen set my carpet on fire..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm loving the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naruto"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt; series... &lt;/a&gt;The only thing I hare is how &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sakura_Haruno"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt; acts to wife like.....&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gaara&lt;/span&gt; is the man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; won last night, but &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nba/news/story?id=3196420"&gt;Andrew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bynum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;was hurt and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On yeah I also got drunk... and dropped some skittles. Good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Turtlelover&lt;/span&gt;23 and Agent 2 slept all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; wasting their life away while I fixed #2's computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to post something creative later... if my brain can process life fast enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-2335195095842345010?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2335195095842345010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=2335195095842345010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2335195095842345010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2335195095842345010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekend-recap.html' title=''/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4vgVY65U7I/AAAAAAAAABY/Qbdw1sj0YIw/s72-c/naruto_gaara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-7044866198299509019</id><published>2008-01-11T06:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T06:18:55.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4d6lI65U6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/t-OrHEnjoYY/s1600-h/23039803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4d6lI65U6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/t-OrHEnjoYY/s320/23039803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154223077017080738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumm call me if you want some fat meat in your mouth tonight! Party time son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-7044866198299509019?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7044866198299509019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=7044866198299509019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7044866198299509019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7044866198299509019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/yumm-call-me-if-you-want-some-fat-meat.html' title=''/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4d6lI65U6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/t-OrHEnjoYY/s72-c/23039803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-8476160475724756310</id><published>2008-01-09T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:55:28.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russell's words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4VdDo65U5I/AAAAAAAAABE/2dqvkRXj-Mw/s1600-h/murakamiart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153627665700836242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4VdDo65U5I/AAAAAAAAABE/2dqvkRXj-Mw/s320/murakamiart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your day today? Good? Nice kid. Anyway I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of those easy breezy work days, I just chilled and made a super bowl quiz. Yes I get paid for that...anyway a strange and magical memory came into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night G, Michelle, and I were coming back from &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebridgecinema.com/"&gt;THE BRIDGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and as you guys know I kind of live in the hood... but we saw some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gangbanger&lt;/span&gt; riding horses up Imperial Hwy. That was some crazy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CUZ&lt;/span&gt; I'm the EXPERT or THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SEXPERT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday this mysterious guy let's just call him Stephen King was having girl problems. Not to be mean but seeing someone or how someone react to pain and loss is a wonderful thing. This guys was dating a girl that he just could not commit to (I don't blame him for that, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; had smelly armpits or something....), but he was acting like he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; let go. I always wonder if in fact you care about someone that much why don't you just make a commitment to the other person..... But that's what happens with nice guys....we let girls we don't like in our world because we are &lt;a href="http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nice_guy"&gt;nice and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;assholeish&lt;/span&gt; at the same time.&lt;/a&gt;Not a lot of people out there in this world know what they want from relationship. Please don't give a guy or girl shit who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; commit to you 16 months ago when you met him because he wont commit to you now. If you have low self esteem issues you need to deal with that. It was your choice to stay in the relationship so when you can no longer take it deal with it and move on or go &lt;a href="http://www.steadyhealth.com/mastabation_t69866.html"&gt;FUCK YOUR SELF&lt;/a&gt;. OK THAT IS MY UNEDITED RANT OF THE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;a href="http://www.takashimurakami.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Takashi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but his art costs to much......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Honestly&lt;/span&gt; he is just a cooler version of hello kitty.... More like Hello Kitty does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shrooms&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-8476160475724756310?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8476160475724756310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=8476160475724756310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8476160475724756310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8476160475724756310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/russells-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Russell&apos;s words of wisdom'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4VdDo65U5I/AAAAAAAAABE/2dqvkRXj-Mw/s72-c/murakamiart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-8692183494947422265</id><published>2008-01-08T15:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T15:16:31.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4QEM465UzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lFTaKAj0qdA/s1600-h/7652628_36_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4QEM465UzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lFTaKAj0qdA/s320/7652628_36_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153248493103043378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next shoes.............Sessy, I am going to make love to these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-8692183494947422265?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8692183494947422265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=8692183494947422265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8692183494947422265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8692183494947422265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-next-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFejSAxx0uI/R4QEM465UzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lFTaKAj0qdA/s72-c/7652628_36_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753392974970353400.post-3946540466988513409</id><published>2008-01-08T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:26:01.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so....</title><content type='html'>I posted my old work and some new work. I write. If you didn't know that, than you are retarded. Check out my stuff, read G's stuff and enjoy our brains. Read and be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the year so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mom bitch! Just kidding I love your mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made Famous by Drunken Johnna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-3946540466988513409?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3946540466988513409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=3946540466988513409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/3946540466988513409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/3946540466988513409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok-so.html' title='Ok so....'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-6111019297384915436</id><published>2008-01-08T09:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:23:14.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More old poetry, Old to me but new to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;My love story&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The girl next door&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Had my heart in a cup of sugar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We never knew the right questions to ask, see god doesn’t talk about these things he just keeps them to his self.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love her smile, and they way she felt like home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So now we just float through years and the tears&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I never wanted to cause her pain, I only wanted to chase her and tell her I love her in the falling rain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And for awhile she was mine, we lived life never focusing on time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never correcting the small big things, we were just in love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now time flies’, I neglected my best friend .I wasn’t a man; didn’t love her the way a queen was meant to be loved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She gave birth to my Sol; I swear my heart opened up with ocean of emotion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In my hands was my greatest love, and next to me was my truest love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amazing how you start to sink in the darkness, it was always me and her, now we have 3.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was jealous of my own creation, they way she loved him&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I must be crazy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now she’s gone and I can’t breathe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I call her begging, but she’s not giving in&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God chooses now to repay me for all my sin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love come back to me I can’t do this without you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I live with tears and everything involving her becomes sadness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So many things I did wrong, but girl I can make it up, I can make it up!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you! With all the pieces of my broken heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This must be dream, but it hurts to much be a dream&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can’t wake up and take back something you never had&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember appreciate all the people that come through your life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They can be gone so fast. Girl you left so fast,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But ill get her back, so we can be better than ever&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conquer the aliens and get back together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Call me crazy, but what’s wrong with being crazy 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/8753392974970353400-6111019297384915436?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6111019297384915436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=6111019297384915436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/6111019297384915436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/6111019297384915436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-old-poetry-old-to-me-but-new-to.html' title='More old poetry, Old to me but new to you'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-9097024891044916523</id><published>2008-01-08T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:22:35.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I WONDER WHY/WOMEN CRY/ WISE MEN TURN INTO DOPE FEINS/WHY DO I DREAM/USED TO WANT BE SOMETHING UNTIL YOU REALIZED EVERYTHING IS NOT HOW IT SEEMS/LIKE CLOCKWORK YOU WERE MEANT TO BE A GANGSTA SINCE YOUR PRETEENS/ WE LIVE IN THE JUNGLE ITS NATURAL TO HEAR SCREAMS/WE WERE MEANT TO HAVE BAD DREAMS/ FROM PAIN WE LEARN THINGS/ ITS REAL OR IS IT FAKE/ TAKE LOVE AND TURN IT INTO HATE/ THE HOOD IS TELEPATHIC/ THERE IS NO LOGIC WHEN YOUR SON GETS SHOT DOWN TRAGIC/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-9097024891044916523?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/9097024891044916523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=9097024891044916523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/9097024891044916523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/9097024891044916523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-2113775287536152289</id><published>2008-01-08T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:22:01.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We could Just chill</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could just chill for hours&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just me and you girl all dress downed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;no make up, smile on your face with your hair down&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;no one around so can just be you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;we could just chill&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;in our own world&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;we could be free&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;lounging on the couch with your favorite movie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;just chill&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;for a minute and talk to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to see what you see&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a life raft floating in the ocean &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m high off your love potion &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could just chill.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But since we’re all alone &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Could I kiss your skin tone?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No more talking on the phone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Face to face in the twilight zone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just chill&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me rub your back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Exhales then I take a step back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Smile look into your eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your are my star ship enterprise &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just chill on the bed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found the keys to my space ship&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Open your eyes let my kiss your lip&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can’t get into to much detail&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You look good in those sweats in our own private fairy tale&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-2113775287536152289?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2113775287536152289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=2113775287536152289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2113775287536152289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2113775287536152289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-could-just-chill.html' title='We could Just chill'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-5756385261485416404</id><published>2008-01-08T09:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:21:05.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xerox</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve written about you 1,000 times before&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is what happiness, sadness, and all that’s in-between can be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Living poetry, she is the strong woman, with the big heart. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She smells like what a woman should smell like.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her touch is so hot it makes you melt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She has the power to &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Make butterflies fly into your stomach&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She gives you so much love that you want to give the world to her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She takes care of business and cleans the house&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t have to worry about anything&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until she left &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need her back because I can’t breathe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She took your heart and put into a cute coach bag&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I never realized she gave her self to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But she’s so strong that she won’t come back to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is my greatest pain that I will ever feel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will take all her screams &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will love her unconditionally&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She’s worth fighting for&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We built this love and the foundation it’s to strong to crumble&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hate me and I’ll love her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is the mother of my love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I believe in her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll let her go for now, because I know she’ll make the right decision&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because she is the inspiration for every love poem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assistant &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-5756385261485416404?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5756385261485416404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=5756385261485416404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5756385261485416404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5756385261485416404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/xerox.html' title='Xerox'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-3206079000104686651</id><published>2008-01-08T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:20:17.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lost in love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fuck it I’m more than lost I must be addicted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Restricted by your lost love &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From your touch and voice&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What happened us love?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess you fell out, and I feel deeper in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How long has it been?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m drowning and you just won’t take my hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just wish I could love you and be your man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Type a guy to care for you, and let you be you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friends say I shouldn’t talk to you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But some reason my minds always about you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-3206079000104686651?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3206079000104686651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=3206079000104686651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/3206079000104686651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/3206079000104686651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/lost-in-love.html' title='Lost in love'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-4821927571610643615</id><published>2008-01-08T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:19:51.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>touch my paper it's hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought you were just another girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until I found out you were from another world&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You caught my eye/ and it took me by surprise&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I realize we just met&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But can we talk past the sunset?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know other guys have broke your heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But can I help you fix it piece by piece, part by part.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;I want to stop the world and be in love with just you,&lt;br /&gt;To bathe in the glow of your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Journey a thousand miles to the land of your conversations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop the wind and listen to you,&lt;br /&gt;sing songs and whisper your thoughts,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;I’d close my eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;And release all the butterflies from inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to paint the moon red and sleep in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;We could dream together, sleep in and turn off the alarms.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me in you in the ocean of us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;Don’t know whether its emotion or lust&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;Now, that's a whole different story,&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss is like swimming in a heaven of milk, butterscotch, honey and white chocolate&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;Queen I'm crazy about you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stop the world for a while and make a beautiful moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-4821927571610643615?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4821927571610643615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=4821927571610643615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/4821927571610643615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/4821927571610643615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/touch-my-paper-its-hard.html' title='touch my paper it&apos;s hard.'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-1825083176180915021</id><published>2008-01-08T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:18:50.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know I’ve been busy girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But you been on my mind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s time to make time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For just me and you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your always in style&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I just want your smile&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So let your hair down&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And just be with me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes I look at you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But you don’t see me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Girl I want to be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apart of everything you do &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until it’s just me you……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me and you….. you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me and you .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me and you…. you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me and you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No more talking on telephone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now were all alone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just me and you… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Girl just close you eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to taste your lips&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Exploring your body…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With my finger tips…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could make love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or you could just lay my arms&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re my angel &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From the sky above&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s just all about me and you….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me and you….. you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me and you .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me and you…. you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me and you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-1825083176180915021?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1825083176180915021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=1825083176180915021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/1825083176180915021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/1825083176180915021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-and-you.html' title='Me and you'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-152875413792561730</id><published>2008-01-08T09:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:12:40.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont edit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It feels good to feel good &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let go and dive into the ocean of emotion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Smiles all around you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love in your heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The futures ahead you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight you cry&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day you look back and wonder why&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You couldn’t just GROOVE with the soulful tunes of tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Close your eyes and just slow dance with yourself&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Loves last melodic note &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You won’t let go, you grab onto hope&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And your soul moves with the rhythm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But not the wisdom&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I close my black eyes, and dive into the moonlit darkness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of my life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to be free and captivated&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lazy but sometimes motivated&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love but not smothered&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be friend and lovers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;But most of all be nice to baby mothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-152875413792561730?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/152875413792561730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=152875413792561730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/152875413792561730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/152875413792561730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-edit.html' title='I dont edit'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-5329278999420598928</id><published>2008-01-08T09:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:12:11.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;LIKE YOU,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I AM WHAT I AM, I DO WHAT I DO &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I AM MY OWN DESTINY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;AT THE SAME TIME MY GREATEST ENEMY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;AND JUST AS MY VICTORY, MY DEFEAT LIES IN MY OWN INITIATIVE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;BUT IM ONLY HUMAN AND LIFE TAKES TIME TO LIVE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;LIKE BROKEN HEARTS TAKE TIME TO HEAL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;BUT LIFE PASSES BY SO QUICKLY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;YOU GOTTA COP A FEEL WHEN YOU'RE IN THE MOMENT AND WHEN IT'S REAL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;SEE &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;MEMORY LANE&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; ONLY TAKES YOU SO FAR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;AND YOU TRY SO HARD TO HIDE THE SCARS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;YOUR LANE BECOMES A CUL DE SAC&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;CUZ YOU DON'T WANNA GO BACK AND RELIVE THE SHIT YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;SO YOU BUST A U-turn /AND TRY TO FORGET THE HURT THE PAIN THE ANGER and the rug burn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;script&gt; &lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cspan class\u003dq\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;DAMN LIFE HAS CHANGED SINCE I WAS YOUNGER\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;WHEN YOUTH INVOKES YOU AND CURIOSITY PROVOKES YOU\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;10 YEARS FLASH PAST WITHOUT YOU KNOWIN WHERE YOUR TIME WAS SPENT OR WHAT IT MEANT\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;BUT IM SICK OF TAKING MY TIME FOR GRANTED\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;LIFE CERTAINLY AIN&amp;#39;T ENCHANTED IT ISNT THAT FAIRYTALE I THOUGHT IT&amp;#39;D TURN OUT TO BE\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;THEREFORE I REPEAT\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;I AM MY OWN DESTINY - SAY IT WITH ME - I AM MY OWN DESTINY!\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;SO DO WHAT YOU WANNA DO \u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;GO WHEREVER YOUR HEART MIND SOUL AND DRIVE TAKE YOU\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY ALWAYS STAY TRUE TO YOU.\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","\u003cspan class\u003dq\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\n      \u003chr size\u003d\"1\"\&gt;You snooze, you lose. \u003ca href\u003d\"http://us.rd.yahoo.com/evt\u003d47959/*http://advision.webevents.yahoo.com/mailbeta/newmail_html.html\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;Get messages ASAP with AutoCheck\n\u003c/a\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt; \nin the all-new Yahoo! 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I AM MY OWN DESTINY - SAY IT WITH ME - I AM MY OWN DESTINY!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;SO DO WHAT YOU WANNA DO &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;GO WHEREVER YOUR HEART MIND SOUL AND DRIVE TAKE YOU&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY ALWAYS STAY TRUE TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;BY THE HOME RACHEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-5329278999420598928?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5329278999420598928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=5329278999420598928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5329278999420598928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5329278999420598928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/like-you-i-am-what-i-am-i-do-what-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-2291874777441574560</id><published>2008-01-08T09:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:11:36.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont wast time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t waste time on hate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My people oppressed, depressed cant wait&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For they welfare check&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just to put clothes on their baby’s neck&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could move quiet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But one day it’s going to be a riot&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I never thought I’d be saying this but ignorance is truly bliss&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some cat’s live without knowing what the real is&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hear this rhyme and be like what’s the deal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look at this world and ask myself why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some days I wonder why I try&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s why I say fuck this country&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Building nuclear weapons while people live hungry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-2291874777441574560?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2291874777441574560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=2291874777441574560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2291874777441574560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2291874777441574560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-wast-time.html' title='I dont wast time'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-1681687905613840561</id><published>2008-01-08T09:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:11:02.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My young people&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love how you do what you do&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acting wild at parties, when police come you act like you never knew&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Going bout life like it isn’t a white mans world&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t get me wrong be yourself&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But stop being so ignorant&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We kill each other, beat mothers, raise our daughters&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without fathers,selling drugs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuz you cant live off bread and water&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But im thirsty and I want you to open your minds to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Open your minds to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But you worring about red or blue&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Always wanting to take shit&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take the government not your block&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then well have more power&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t move so fast be patient&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You think I want you to stuggle&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tears from our ancestors fall out my eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of the young and wise wont listen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thinking im preaching&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The music we listen to affects society&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wether we believe it or not&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Female mc’s got 14 years old trying to find they g spot&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yoall like me cuz I say things&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You don’t understand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or label me cuz I speak a certain way&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All I do is speak the truth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuz the only we we changing is threw our youth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-1681687905613840561?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1681687905613840561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=1681687905613840561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/1681687905613840561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/1681687905613840561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/youth.html' title='The youth'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-2490351093174631007</id><published>2008-01-08T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:10:26.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THEY SAY IM JUST LIKE MY DADDY&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MY MOMS WISH SHE NEVER HAD ME&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deep concepts I see threw lost souls&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Close my eyes and meditate on the bullet holes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I emancipate my mind and stay of focus to create my own destiny&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So many shoot out like desperados&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I walk threw wars, enlightened mind, while I hear the sound of semi-autos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-2490351093174631007?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2490351093174631007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=2490351093174631007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2490351093174631007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/2490351093174631007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-like-daddy.html' title='Just like Daddy'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-3559984413100077575</id><published>2008-01-08T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:09:27.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where’s my girl?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be lost in love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want her to sneak up from behind &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kiss my cheek and become my daily surprise. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could rise just like the sun and the moon, and melt into each &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other in the afternoon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to close my eyes and see her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Multicolored skin tone,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And taste her ethnic lips&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to be the one that comes threw, when she needs me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My girl looks like an angel in a white dress&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I must confess, the she would be my whole world&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trapped inside one girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One woman to give my heart and soul to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ever day I would tell you why I love you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The world could crumble but I would be good, with just you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyday I would let her know how special she is&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shining bright in my sight like star from up above&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love I know your out there waiting for me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until then, I’ll continue to dream of the prophecy of you me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our love was written in the sky&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We wouldn’t even know each other passing by&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By I know she’ll come&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I’ll wonder what solar system she came from&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My alien from Venus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No one will ever be able to put out the fire between us&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So like a spaceman I search for new unexplored love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And expect the unexpected&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because love isn’t always what it seems&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until then I wait for my love riding down on a moon beam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-3559984413100077575?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3559984413100077575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=3559984413100077575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/3559984413100077575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/3559984413100077575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/where.html' title='Where?'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-8142005941148900803</id><published>2008-01-08T09:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:08:57.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lost in the blank sea of white&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dripping ink over the clouds like hot chocolate and vanilla ice cream&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I dream of free freedom but that gets to complicated&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to drift inside the world of you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But still fall into conversations with my imagination&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And say things that aren’t true&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to be loved but not ruled by you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Set me free&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To walk suburban streets&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To close my eyes and move my head with the beats&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s more than what happens beneath sheets&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me and the whole world in rhythm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m spinning with your brain in my hands&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I lay with her in the sand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s sad but love I don’t need you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just want you next to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m glad that you came into my life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I selfishly want more &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothings enough&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When your not who they think you are&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you’ve fallen in love and try hide it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My love must be a clumsy ninja that fell off the tree&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sit watch and anticipate her next movement&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I even try to write poetry in secret code&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe she’ll understand &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That we could be a love movement&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love has educated me more than school books&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Captivated by the words and looks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heart break hope&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m so strong and sensitive&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I take a knife and cut my throat &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just to feel how real this is &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m bleeding but now my words just want to stay alive&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But is there ever really a good reason to hold on?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isn’t every love song just another song?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love can be only written so many ways&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is no promise of forever or always&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So why don’t you take a chance and tell me what you feel?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I promise I won’t tell anyone but the world&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I have the most magnificent pearl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No one can understand but us&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The difference between love and lust&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Say what you want to say &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because our time together might miss the bus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And we could be left with what we could be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So let’s make it happen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-8142005941148900803?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8142005941148900803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=8142005941148900803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8142005941148900803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8142005941148900803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/drowning.html' title='Drowning'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-8315699998460206880</id><published>2008-01-08T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:08:22.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You! Yes you! Your a Star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I BET YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SHINING BRIGHT LIKE A STAR&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BABY GIRL YOU MY CUTIE PIE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I WONDER WHY&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SOMETIMES YOU FROWN&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;DID THE WORLD PUT YOU DOWN?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;QUEENS&lt;/st1:place&gt; OF THE EARTH IN ALL ESSENCE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ITS LIKE I'M SURROUNDED BY DIVINE PRESENCE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;IF NO ONE TELLS YOU YOU'RE WORTH MORE &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;YOU DON'T HAVE TO CRY BEHIND THE DOOR&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;WHETHER YOU THICK, SKINNY, PURPLE, OR BLUE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;GOD CREATED AN ANGEL WHEN HE MADE YOU&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I LIKE TO EXPLORE LIKE GALILEO &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;MAPPING OUT THE GALAXY OF WOMEN &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;LET'S START IN THE GHETTO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BLACK/BROWN/YELLOW SKIN&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OH GIRL YOU SUN GLOW&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;LOUD AND OUT SPOKEN/EVERY NIGGA HOPING&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BUT IT'S A &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;MARATHON&lt;/st1:place&gt; NOT A TRACK MEET&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;THE BRIGHT RED ROSE FROM THE CONCRETE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;WANNA LOVE YOU GIRL FROM YOUR HEAD TO YOUR FEET&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;DO YOUR THING. YOU'RE SPECIAL&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;STROLLING THREW THE HOOD WITH AN ATTITUDE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NOT FALLING FOR DUDES WHO BE ACTING RUDE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;JUST REMEMBER ME THE POET WHO TOLD YOU, YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;YOU ALREADY KNOW I LIKE A GIRL WHO ROCK A SB DUNK&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I LIKE A GIRL WHO'S INTO ROCK AND ROLL, HIP HOP, SOUL, AND FUNK&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I LIKE A GIRL WITH A BIG FAT… BRAIN&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I WANT A GIRL WHO WOULD KISS ME IN THE RAIN&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I WANT A GIRL THAT CAN DO HER OWN THING&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I WANT A GIRL WHO CAN BEAT ME AT SCRABBLE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I LIKE A GIRL WHO CAN TALK AND NOT GRAPPLE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I NEED A GIRL WHO CAN COMMUNICATE IN WORDS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I LIKE NEED A GIRL WHO CAN CONJUGATE A VERB&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A NEED A GIRL WHO WANTS TO FALL FOR A NERD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;THAT NIGHT SHE TOOK HER CLOTHES OFF&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HE SAID, "BABY GET DRESSED LETS TALK"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;WHAT WOULD DO IF I SAID I WANTED TO DIVE INTO YOU&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I BET YOU NEVER HAD A GUY THAT WAS SO INTO YOU&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ETHNIC PRINCESS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;YOU TOUCH MY SOUL&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE COMFORTABLE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;RELAX WE IN THE FOCUS NOT A CONVERTIBLE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;LET'S JUST MAKE A MOVIE ABOUT US&lt;script&gt; &lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;LOST IN THE OCEAN LOVE\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;SEARCHING FOR OUR OWN DEFINITION\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;IF YOU GOT A GIRL OR A DUDE THATS COOL\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;NOT REALLY INTO RELATIONSHIPS, GIRL I JUST WANT TO EXPLORE\nYOU\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;MAYBE YOU CAN BE THE ONE\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;AND WE CAN RUN TO SUN\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;I JUST WANT TO BE YOUR HERO\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;LIKE ROBERT DINERO IN CASINO\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;I KNOW HOW TO TREAT YOU RIGHT\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;AND YOU DREAM ABOUT ME NO MATTER WHO YOU SLEEP WITH AT NIGHT….\u003c/p\&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","\u003cspan class\u003dsg\&gt;\n\n\u003cbr clear\u003d\"all\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;-- \u003cbr\&gt;&lt;&gt;\n\u003c/span\&gt;",0] ); D(["mi",10,2,"114a4e192e3a0e11",0,"0",". .",". .","poeticsoulsis@hotmail.com",[[] ,[["me","russduck@gmail.com","114a4e192e3a0e11"] ] ,[] ] ,"Aug 26 (3 days ago)",["russduck@gmail.com"] ,[] ,[] ,[] ,"Aug 26, 2007 6:12 PM","RE: THE IMAGINARY WOMEN OR THE INVISABLE WOMAN","He came at me when I least expected Through the night he came like a shadow I...",[] ,1,,,"Sun Aug 26 2007_6:12 PM","On 8/26/07, . . \u003cpoeticsoulsis@hotmail.com\&gt; wrote:","On 8/26/07, \u003cb class\u003dgmail_sendername\&gt;. .\u003c/b\&gt; &lt;poeticsoulsis@hotmail.com&gt; wrote:","hotmail.com",,,"","",0,,"\u003cBAY103-F275D3C4A7623991F46B90BA7D20@phx.gbl\&gt;",0,,0,"In reply to \"THE IMAGINARY WOMEN OR THE INVISABLE WOMAN\"",0] );  //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;LOST IN THE OCEAN LOVE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SEARCHING FOR OUR OWN DEFINITION&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;IF YOU GOT A GIRL OR A DUDE THATS COOL&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NOT REALLY INTO RELATIONSHIPS, GIRL I JUST WANT TO EXPLORE YOU&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;MAYBE YOU CAN BE THE ONE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AND WE CAN RUN TO SUN&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I JUST WANT TO BE YOUR HERO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;LIKE ROBERT DINERO IN CASINO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I KNOW HOW TO TREAT YOU RIGHT&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AND YOU DREAM ABOUT ME NO MATTER WHO YOU SLEEP WITH AT NIGHT….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-8315699998460206880?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8315699998460206880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=8315699998460206880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8315699998460206880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8315699998460206880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-yes-you-your-star.html' title='You! Yes you! Your a Star!'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-5856167564150186869</id><published>2008-01-08T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:07:40.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro to art</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Intro to art&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was waiting like a blank canvas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She came in and splashed a spectrum of color on me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and tipped over my unsteady easel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My achromatic life was now filled with intensity &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And mysterious pastel colors&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With each electronic brush stroke she made me remember&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The symmetry we shared once before&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She said our abstract worlds were painted differently for a reason&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We needed to get our brushes broken so we could learn to finger paint&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So now we clean our past with turpentine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her work is vintage, you could search forever, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;it would still be hard to fine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;she was created from a mixture of surrealism and street art&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the modern moving vision of beauty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her magnetism draws me in&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t lie I have a crush on her new style&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m just hoping we can be friends&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I can view her each and every exhibit&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And never prohibit her art&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-5856167564150186869?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5856167564150186869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=5856167564150186869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5856167564150186869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5856167564150186869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/intro-to-art.html' title='Intro to art'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-3292907928865491568</id><published>2008-01-08T09:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:07:08.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Irony of Love is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The freedom to love another is a decision. One either chooses to be free in love or imprisoned behind the bars of passion love sometimes provides. To ignore that passion however, is an imprisonment within itself. There is no love without passion yet passion is not the fuel for love but lust. Irony is the standard by which love lives by. Love is as direct as the sun and as indirect as the oceans waves. There is no beat by which these waves obey. There is no precise direction these waves intend to follow. Love grows in the same way. Indirect, and Unknown. Love lives in mystery but strives in truth in honesty and openness. When thought of love can seem so simple. When lived, love is complicated. People are complex. What light shines on the heart in love symphonizes the beat by which the beautiful music of love is created. The beat of this heart is direct. Uncomplicated. Solid. So many contradictions, denials, pains, broken hearts, truths, and lies that exist because of love. But to deny any soul what is the music of love is to deny that soul what is the music of life. There is no happiness without pain. There is no peace without strain. There is no love without life. There is no life without love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So is there a true meaning to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always under the impression that you only added someone or allowed someone to be in your life because they made you happier. They do not complete you, you have to be whole to completely love. They say that no one is perfect, but once you say the word I love you shouldn't you get every single thing that you want and desire from that person? Love seems to turn into a form of control, they start nit picking about the little things you do, when supposedly they loved you for who you &lt;script&gt; &lt;!-- D(["mb","were.Oh and the Classic &amp;quot;I love you,\nbabe&amp;quot; then \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:13.5pt\"\&gt;theres\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:13.5pt\"\&gt; this silence and then person says &amp;quot;Babe, don&amp;#39;t you love me?&amp;quot;\njust because they didn&amp;#39;t hear it back. How can something so grand and special\nbe given away to those who don&amp;#39;t search or strive for the definition? Love is\nnot no,LOVE is a yes to being happy, and letting the other person be able to\ngrow inside of your garden of love. Alas I feel I will travel the galaxy and\nnever meet the person to share my on going plot to find the true definition of\na four letter word. I would much rather live and swim in a circle of friends\nthen be trapped in someones psychological retardation of love. \u003cbr\&gt;\nI know love is out there somewhere sitting behind a park bench in Ghana waiting\nfor me to find it. I want so much out of this world, that I hope I do not come\noff bitter in this email. I want to find and capture love that lets me be free\nand loved. Love that wants to build with my creative dreams. Love that wants to\nfuck \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:13.5pt\"\&gt;doggysytle\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:13.5pt\"\&gt; somewhere in the galaxy. \n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:13.5pt\"\&gt;Twillight\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:13.5pt\"\&gt; Zone love, is\nwaiting for someone, who is waiting I guess. I can never find someone that\nsatisfies my \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:13.5pt\"\&gt;thrist completely and\nif I do they are in a relationship or to motivated to be in a relationship. The\nirony of love is that I know how love but my true love is no where to be found.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;were. Oh and the Classic "I love you, babe" then there’s this silence and then person says "Babe, don't you love me?" just because they didn't hear it back. How can something so grand and special be given away to those who don't search or strive for the definition? Love is not no, LOVE is a yes to being happy, and letting the other person be able to grow inside of your garden of love. Alas I feel I will travel the galaxy and never meet the person to share my on going plot to find the true definition of a four letter word. I would much rather live and swim in a circle of friends then be trapped in someone’s psychological retardation of love.&lt;br /&gt;I know love is out there somewhere sitting behind a park bench in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ghana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; waiting for me to find it. I want so much out of this world, that I hope I do not come off bitter in this piece. I want to find and capture love that lets me be free and loved. Love that wants to build with my creative dreams. Love that wants to fuck doggysytle somewhere in the galaxy. Twillight Zone love, is waiting for someone, who is waiting I guess. I can never find someone that satisfies my thrist completely and if I do they are in a relationship or to motivated to be in a relationship. The irony of love is that I know how love but my true love is no where to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-3292907928865491568?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3292907928865491568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=3292907928865491568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/3292907928865491568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/3292907928865491568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/irony.html' title='The Irony'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-7851240492086800972</id><published>2008-01-08T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:06:35.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all my ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok to all the ladies out there I have a question for you! &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Respond back to me please!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I was wondering when and why do girls get that urge to dress sexy? I mean nowadays you have ten year olds trying to show off their stuff and it’s gross. I mean what make’s women feel like they have to show off there package? Not enough attention? What? This whole thing perplexes me and needs to be solved. I remember back in the day when a girl putting on make up was a big thing. Now it’s like everything goes. It’s funny how when that Destiny’s Child song “Independent Woman?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;came out young females wanted to come out and be equal whores like us guys are. I think there is so much pressure on American woman to have that typical coke bottle shape and look sexy, that most girls lose their childhood by think they have to fit a certain mold. I really don’t know this is just what I think. &lt;b style=""&gt;Please feel free to correct me&lt;/b&gt;. I believe that we are all equal, trust me I know some genius women. But please learn to value your self more. I mean I like a naked women, but the real prize is not in your body it is in your mind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Being serious.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok one thing that I find weird is that every girl I know has been molested or raped when they were younger! WTF is up with that? Why is it so fucking common? There needs to be a better way to get some type of communication going between young girls and the authorities. Most parents don’t even believe this is happening and just shush the girl aside! We need to get awareness on the whole child molestation thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-7851240492086800972?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7851240492086800972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=7851240492086800972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7851240492086800972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/7851240492086800972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-all-my-ladies.html' title='To all my ladies'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-8474151979397556718</id><published>2008-01-08T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:05:25.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I write a lot, your write a little.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Love is conditional?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok so you meet that special person, or you’re already with that person. When problems come up what do you do? Do you choose to stick it out and keep dealing with it? What happens if it comes up again and again? From what I have learned we all seem to latch on to relationships and the missing link is love for yourself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Is love supposed to make you feel like shit?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know about all my readers. But I have certainly been in a relationship in where I knew it was crashing faster than Lindsey Lohan into a stop sign. But you know what I chose not to let go! We are all so secretly co-dependent in that we will allow or put up with things until a person has drained all of our happiness. What is it? Do you feel like you can’t do any better? What is the person doing so good that you are willing to put up with someone checking your cell phone, some one asking where you are at all times, someone who doesn’t like your friends, someone who doesn’t like your family, someone who get’s mad over all the little things you do when you really weren’t trying to hurt them.&lt;b style=""&gt; (There’s more but this is all I could think of!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Love starved and searching for happiness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok so are we stuck in the desert and is love our water? Why is someone else’s love so important to us? I mean can’t you love your self? American society has given us this implanted false image that we can’t just depend on ourselves. That we need some one else to complete who we are. I am under the impression that none of us know what love is. I can’t even begin to say I know what it is. I have suffered threw many a bad relationship, ranging from abusive (physically and mentally), to just down right people who just want sex. What I have learned is that we have to learn to find our own slice of heaven in our inner selves. When you step out of that door know exactly what you want from this day and life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Take a step back, look at your support system!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why is it the most mileage we get out of our friend is when something is going wrong? I mean why don’t our friends fill that void or the gap that a relationship takes up? You have to learn that having someone there is the same as having someone there! Isn’t it? I mean do you feel the need to be held and loved? What is it that makes people not truly, truly, not feel completely loved by there friends? I know I myself whenever I get to hang out with my buddies, I just smile the whole time and know that it is great that we are having a Kodak moment together. With no pressure, no rules, just open ears, and minds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Get what you want out of love and life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In no way, shape or form am I trying to down play love. Fuck I know I am searching for it. I beg of you all to learn a way to complete your self, your life before taking on someone else’s luggage. To those of you in a relationship right now. I say don’t give up, but don’t let someone keep punching you in the stomach weekly. We are all beautiful amazing people. We need to figure out a way to get what we want out of this planet! If you figure it out let me know! For now I will sip on my Italian blood orange soda…sipppp.. AH! Delicious and let you cats get back to your life. I love you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;My best friend told me to be strong/ she said leave that girl alone/ and the right one will come along/ I want to give that back to you/ you used to turn my skies to blue/ now your searching for you/ inspiration comes when you just let go…/hold on to your friends and learn to let your emotion flow/ we all get weak/ we all get emotional/ but no matter what ill be here to help you through the dark clouds&lt;/i&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-8474151979397556718?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8474151979397556718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=8474151979397556718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8474151979397556718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/8474151979397556718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-write-lot-your-write-little.html' title='I write a lot, your write a little.'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-5087787355041476235</id><published>2008-01-08T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:03:44.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old stuff, that you still want to touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Agency FB&amp;quot;;"&gt;The miseducation of Russell Duckett.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I never realized until last night, how far off I was or am from knowing what love was or is. I used to be this co-dependent guy. You know the one who calls you on the phone to much? I wanted to know what my girl was doing, and when she was doing it. I made everything feel like it was my way or nothing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now here I am one year and ½ removed from my last real relationship (excuse me other girls) and I don’t even have any clue on how to like someone. I get scared that if I call too much, the girl will think I am all over them. I get scared that if I care about someone they will think I’m “Clingy”. I keep thinking over and over in my head that if someone likes me they will match my effort and reciprocate what I do, even though what I do is remain aloof, and just stay busy with work or life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t honestly want to be alone. But I don’t want to wait for someone to go to; the movies, museums, basketball games, comic book, and book stores with me. Honestly my friends have been horrible throughout this whole process of being single. Yes I have found a few new friends, and girls that intrigued me, but I honestly haven’t given my all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just want to be able to let go of all the negative feelings of inadequacy that I have inside. I want to be able to like someone, like have that feeling to show someone that I am a great guy! Like fuck it, I like you, so yeah I am going to bug you a little bit, to show you that I am interested, and want your attention. I don’t know I just have that feeling of insecurity… That I talk too much, that I am overbearing because I get really interested in other people, I am loud and outspoken some call it rude, I just want to find a girl who knows that’s just me. A girl who won’t put up with that shit but understands that’s me. I’m off in another world somedays, but I will always have my love’s back, and I will always be there to hold my “ONE” when needed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am a sweet, strong, intelligent, romantic, goal oriented, creative, nerd, comic book loving, ethnicity interested, and semi-cute guy. That’s me. I spoke to a friend last night and she said to just be you, and I agree. So from today after you my readers or friends, acknowledge this email or letter I will have changed. Take me for what I am because I know I am a wonderful person, I have made mistakes in the past like everyone else, but here I am now. I am not going to let anyone use and abuse me. Love me, and you will get that back 100 fold. Be my friend, and I’ll be there for you when you want to talk late at night. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t lie, I want to be held. I want a long kiss. My arms are forever open to the right kind of love. So right now I will throw away my urban pride. I don’t care if I meet the girl of my dreams and she doesn’t love me back or even like me. I am going to go after what I want, because I want it. If I get nothing in return, I will still have gotten education from my experiences.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To every person, girl or guy that I have come across in the path of light, I apologize for doing you wrong. Take that sentence because that’s all you’re ever going to get from me. The past is the past. Leave it there. I have become a more unique and genuine person. I find it unacceptable and I will not put up with people who are blind and don’t see me for what I am now. I don’t need you, you don’t need me either. But while we are in each others lives let’s have fun and do it right. Its sucks that some of you had to wait for my change, but here I am, accept me. See me for what I am, or don’t see me at all. YOU WILL LOVE ME! HOW CAN YOU NOT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-5087787355041476235?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5087787355041476235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=5087787355041476235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5087787355041476235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/5087787355041476235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-stuff-that-you-still-want-to-touch.html' title='Old stuff, that you still want to touch'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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-8753392974970353400.post-28921244249509484</id><published>2008-01-08T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T15:54:23.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship in Quicksand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;It looks like my life is changing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;I'm melting into someone new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;She said "I just want you to be you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;So we dove into the swimming pool of conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Talking about spaceships and the O.C. without sexual stimulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;The plane is crashing I tell her to hold on, and let go at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;I never tasted it but we must be like fine wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;She's my best friend and eventually all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;I gave up my shovel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;No more searching for mysterious buried treasure in the temple of doom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Just two people in a room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Filled with friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;And smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;I really like you but let's put our relationship in quick sand and see if it can make it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Two Mad Scientist both putting there heart at risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Willing to jump into the abyss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;It's funny but I was never good at math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;But I can see the equation when you make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;It's like you got a pencil and paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;And your touch is erasing all my past problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;My new lady is still there when I make mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Jumping off buildings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;She always stops my falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;When she's not strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;I build brick walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Were like Batman and Batman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;The unstoppable duo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;everything is always cool yo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;And I will never undermine you like Starscream and Megatron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;I will always find you no matter what planet you sitting on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;I write for happiness until the ink bleeds and the papers dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Your are my daily pleasant surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753392974970353400-28921244249509484?l=invisablekicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/feeds/28921244249509484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753392974970353400&amp;postID=28921244249509484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/28921244249509484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753392974970353400/posts/default/28921244249509484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisablekicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/relationship-in-quicksand.html' title='Relationship in Quicksand'/><author><name>Russell M Duckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15781549723877594681</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></feed>
