<?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-8943172700708099264</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:47:57.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without A Doubt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943172700708099264.post-8827193352774659611</id><published>2008-03-25T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T17:40:22.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thorns of Hopes</title><content type='html'>Thorns of hopes through the shattered shadows&lt;br /&gt;When the day to the evening comes&lt;br /&gt;And sleep waves of slumber in thoughts hums&lt;br /&gt;To sea of deep where everything goes&lt;br /&gt;Ongoing infinity motions that flows&lt;br /&gt;From this endless space of each living plumbs&lt;br /&gt;Where all contrast meets or becomes numbs&lt;br /&gt;To catch the wind of the high and the lows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's thick-shadowed ongoing darkness&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes like pearly dew&lt;br /&gt;Water like diamond in stillness of time&lt;br /&gt;Shred of peace in its crystal clear starkness&lt;br /&gt;Coming and going always propelling through&lt;br /&gt;In to forgetfulness from its high prime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8943172700708099264-8827193352774659611?l=without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/8827193352774659611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8943172700708099264&amp;postID=8827193352774659611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/8827193352774659611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/8827193352774659611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/2008/03/thorns-of-hopes.html' title='Thorns of Hopes'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943172700708099264.post-6987271427063327200</id><published>2008-03-25T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:06:40.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in the Woods - Dreamscapes</title><content type='html'>Day has spoken through the first glow&lt;br /&gt;With summer moods song from birds&lt;br /&gt;Now there's morning for a new day to flow&lt;br /&gt;Leaves with the breeze whispery flirts&lt;br /&gt;A day so sweet is coming on&lt;br /&gt;Full of new wonderments up to wake&lt;br /&gt;Let every its dream live our wishes on&lt;br /&gt;Making of colors for the eyes to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in the woods dark and deep&lt;br /&gt;Where every flower is growing its worth&lt;br /&gt;Dreamscapes of content ours to keep&lt;br /&gt;From freshly brown fragranced earth&lt;br /&gt;Day has spoken from its dawn's start&lt;br /&gt;Anything going in its completeness&lt;br /&gt;You and I living again from its heart&lt;br /&gt;Finding its softness in its caress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the rain is falling drop by drop&lt;br /&gt;Trailing the way to each new play&lt;br /&gt;And what goes down must come up&lt;br /&gt;Every of the new seeds in the beds lay&lt;br /&gt;Love is a whisper from morning breeze&lt;br /&gt;Giving its talk where it must pass&lt;br /&gt;Though the leaves up under the trees&lt;br /&gt;As spring comes in and autumn once was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8943172700708099264-6987271427063327200?l=without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/6987271427063327200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8943172700708099264&amp;postID=6987271427063327200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/6987271427063327200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/6987271427063327200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-in-woods-dreamscapes.html' title='Love in the Woods - Dreamscapes'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943172700708099264.post-8351320956367105826</id><published>2008-03-25T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:05:40.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything So Faraway</title><content type='html'>Everything so faraway&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems now close&lt;br /&gt;Evening is coming to the day&lt;br /&gt;Light to the dark it goes&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Finding new save roads&lt;br /&gt;When darkness comes be aware&lt;br /&gt;What thru the air floats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stillness in the air tonight&lt;br /&gt;Enough for each ones wishes&lt;br /&gt;When starry fallings bright&lt;br /&gt;Through the dark sky misses&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere dreams will go&lt;br /&gt;To the end of a nowhere&lt;br /&gt;There shall be an evening glow&lt;br /&gt;For each heart to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine somewhere so are you&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of all this&lt;br /&gt;Everything now to renew&lt;br /&gt;For another tomorrow’s bliss&lt;br /&gt;Come and go and turn to age&lt;br /&gt;Every burning thought to hold&lt;br /&gt;Times are rocking in their weight&lt;br /&gt;As they start to unfold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8943172700708099264-8351320956367105826?l=without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/8351320956367105826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8943172700708099264&amp;postID=8351320956367105826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/8351320956367105826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/8351320956367105826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/2008/03/everything-so-faraway.html' title='Everything So Faraway'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943172700708099264.post-7678262541611208520</id><published>2008-03-25T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:03:56.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams to Follow</title><content type='html'>There are so many ways that move&lt;br /&gt;And give you more to follow&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom words coming through&lt;br /&gt;When all reality is hollow&lt;br /&gt;In each darkness going hour&lt;br /&gt;When an evening is flowing out&lt;br /&gt;Like a yellow fire reddish flower&lt;br /&gt;In the skies near and high about&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to follow dreams to follow&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkish night shallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and people dream&lt;br /&gt;In a reality broken days&lt;br /&gt;Where the colors in grayness seem&lt;br /&gt;In its many ordinary ways&lt;br /&gt;Chances are that we will see&lt;br /&gt;What it is to become free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to follow dreams to follow&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary wisdoms on&lt;br /&gt;Days to dream in so slow&lt;br /&gt;Till the answers are won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to follow dreams to follow&lt;br /&gt;Everything is never done&lt;br /&gt;What will we ever know?&lt;br /&gt;Simple thoughts in and done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to follow dreams to follow&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary wisdoms on&lt;br /&gt;Days to dream in so slow&lt;br /&gt;Till the answers are won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and people dream&lt;br /&gt;Something shall becoming soon&lt;br /&gt;Yellow brownish earthly stream&lt;br /&gt;Coming months of May and June&lt;br /&gt;Chances are that there shall be&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere new summer for everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to follow dreams to follow&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary wisdoms on&lt;br /&gt;Days to dream in so slow&lt;br /&gt;Till the answers are won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to follow dreams to follow&lt;br /&gt;Everything is never done&lt;br /&gt;What will we ever know?&lt;br /&gt;Simple thoughts in and done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8943172700708099264-7678262541611208520?l=without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/7678262541611208520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8943172700708099264&amp;postID=7678262541611208520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/7678262541611208520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/7678262541611208520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreams-to-follow.html' title='Dreams to Follow'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943172700708099264.post-3617067324202657579</id><published>2008-03-25T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:31:50.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is There</title><content type='html'>New days feeling so fine&lt;br /&gt;Coming through to know&lt;br /&gt;Like beginning sunshine&lt;br /&gt;In the grass to glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boundaries there between&lt;br /&gt;To every two and two&lt;br /&gt;Something that can't be seen&lt;br /&gt;Except when love's there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the beginning of fresh spring&lt;br /&gt;The early sets coming on&lt;br /&gt;When a latest bird will sing&lt;br /&gt;For a tree in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is there to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Glowing shining bright&lt;br /&gt;Every error and their tries&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the fire light&lt;br /&gt;When the night is gone away&lt;br /&gt;And the morning's glowing &lt;br /&gt;Before a young summer’s day&lt;br /&gt;In the battles growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of each understanding&lt;br /&gt;What it is and what it is not&lt;br /&gt;New daydreams are landing&lt;br /&gt;To the ones you already got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flow flow to their direction&lt;br /&gt;Give to reverie´s start&lt;br /&gt;The old and gone deception&lt;br /&gt;Has bygone from your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8943172700708099264-3617067324202657579?l=without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/3617067324202657579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8943172700708099264&amp;postID=3617067324202657579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/3617067324202657579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/3617067324202657579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-is-there.html' title='Love Is There'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943172700708099264.post-7116372933177313113</id><published>2008-03-25T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:25:05.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's Love is Curving</title><content type='html'>Time's love is curving out to endless dreams&lt;br /&gt;Going on in to its highlighted evening&lt;br /&gt;Something of freshness to running streams&lt;br /&gt;That the high above coming rain shall bring&lt;br /&gt;Day and night to find the flowing river&lt;br /&gt;That will appear to sponge down aging stains&lt;br /&gt;Give of its twisting to again deliver&lt;br /&gt;Everything that conveys living pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I perhaps constantly intact&lt;br /&gt;Through every our existence quarrel&lt;br /&gt;That gives some reactions for what we are&lt;br /&gt;Nothing everlastingly stays the exact&lt;br /&gt;Or gets there close on its highest laurel&lt;br /&gt;We come and go like a reflecting dark star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8943172700708099264-7116372933177313113?l=without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/7116372933177313113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8943172700708099264&amp;postID=7116372933177313113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/7116372933177313113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/7116372933177313113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/2008/03/times-love-is-curving.html' title='Time&apos;s Love is Curving'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943172700708099264.post-7840746184981447610</id><published>2008-03-24T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:12:09.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes of the First Light</title><content type='html'>Strings of care for in summer's night&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful days of its glowing shades&lt;br /&gt;On to early cock-crow coming bright&lt;br /&gt;Every glistening start to muted fades&lt;br /&gt;Days and looks of the drifting clouds&lt;br /&gt;With flowers to touch and hours to feel&lt;br /&gt;Summer in misty and woody shrouds&lt;br /&gt;So much of reason and so much unreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky of the night here is glistening on&lt;br /&gt;Through going lights of the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;Carrying old dreams till they're gone&lt;br /&gt;In the rousing of a freshly instinctive day&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of the first light brightening high&lt;br /&gt;Through every rising opening new glow&lt;br /&gt;Every of life's footfall again will try&lt;br /&gt;To experience its existence and then go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day is so easy at dawn's early gleam&lt;br /&gt;When the daylight hour begins to show&lt;br /&gt;When veracity is nothing but a dream&lt;br /&gt;A torch of a morning increasing in slow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8943172700708099264-7840746184981447610?l=without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/7840746184981447610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8943172700708099264&amp;postID=7840746184981447610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/7840746184981447610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/7840746184981447610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/2008/03/eyes-of-first-light.html' title='Eyes of the First Light'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943172700708099264.post-2268909818707484941</id><published>2008-03-24T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T10:19:30.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Here In Tunes</title><content type='html'>Oh sweetest roses for every day&lt;br /&gt;As the coming summer walks with us through&lt;br /&gt;Green of green fields may it forever stay&lt;br /&gt;Along with clear deep sky and profound blue&lt;br /&gt;My love is in songs of the forest deep&lt;br /&gt;That comes now here so playfully singing&lt;br /&gt;With a heart and hours forever to keep&lt;br /&gt;And more of the fragrances in bringing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay here in tunes with playful young air&lt;br /&gt;That gives so much joy to every heart&lt;br /&gt;When the blossoms of purple-white yellow glow&lt;br /&gt;The moments of summer coming in here&lt;br /&gt;To shed away the old bitterly rampart&lt;br /&gt;Of night-time shadowy iciness snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8943172700708099264-2268909818707484941?l=without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/2268909818707484941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8943172700708099264&amp;postID=2268909818707484941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/2268909818707484941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/2268909818707484941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/2008/03/stay-here-in-tunes.html' title='Stay Here In Tunes'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943172700708099264.post-715565124064085636</id><published>2008-03-24T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:49:45.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Forest’s Aflame</title><content type='html'>Flowers of wild beauty appear to glow&lt;br /&gt;For new springtime is coming soon here in&lt;br /&gt;Old forest's aflame in going winter snow&lt;br /&gt;Whirling broken whispers of wintry spin&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of golden leaves from the old&lt;br /&gt;When autumn was with us in the gone year&lt;br /&gt;Now remembered in greenery unfold&lt;br /&gt;Which every murmur through now can hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads that where so hard once to follow&lt;br /&gt;Are clearing up into the deep dust earth&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere still are dreams of mournful plays&lt;br /&gt;Going away again in to the hollow&lt;br /&gt;Coming with the heights of summer time's birth&lt;br /&gt;Boundless fresh blossom in the breezing ways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8943172700708099264-715565124064085636?l=without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/715565124064085636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8943172700708099264&amp;postID=715565124064085636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/715565124064085636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/715565124064085636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/2008/03/old-forests-aflame.html' title='Old Forest’s Aflame'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943172700708099264.post-7642961755325076853</id><published>2008-03-19T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:49:19.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Hazes Away</title><content type='html'>Singing through every hour of late night&lt;br /&gt;Love songs that hot temperature are giving&lt;br /&gt;Like a fevered song peaking high and bright&lt;br /&gt;Every tone of the melody living&lt;br /&gt;We shall learn and we shall hopefully be&lt;br /&gt;With the moments of true love to arrive&lt;br /&gt;Like stretching wings fly through the air carefree&lt;br /&gt;And go with the course in their broad contrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning hazes away till morning's dawn&lt;br /&gt;With the look in the equation of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Before brightness comes freshly with its view&lt;br /&gt;I see the night moving away from dim lawn&lt;br /&gt;When the sunup ascends high with its gleam&lt;br /&gt;And the colors make the sky again blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8943172700708099264-7642961755325076853?l=without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/7642961755325076853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8943172700708099264&amp;postID=7642961755325076853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/7642961755325076853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/7642961755325076853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/2008/03/burning-hazes-away.html' title='Burning Hazes Away'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943172700708099264.post-8671834093887401310</id><published>2008-03-19T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:31:41.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Remember</title><content type='html'>Always remember the gone summer songs, &lt;br /&gt;Constantly consider the days that were sweet&lt;br /&gt;Into the instances of every young&lt;br /&gt;That courses has drift on after life's treat&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in the garden of shadows and light&lt;br /&gt;Bringing you colors of everything&lt;br /&gt;Moments of days and hours of the dim night&lt;br /&gt;What you in your heart strings always shall sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember the moments of worth&lt;br /&gt;They come very tenderly on their own&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find you in your misty round ways&lt;br /&gt;Seeds of left longings in roots of new birth&lt;br /&gt;Everything coming not clearly shown&lt;br /&gt;When hours so spotlessly in memory plays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8943172700708099264-8671834093887401310?l=without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/8671834093887401310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8943172700708099264&amp;postID=8671834093887401310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/8671834093887401310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/8671834093887401310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/2008/03/always-remember.html' title='Always Remember'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943172700708099264.post-9212760600957232114</id><published>2008-03-19T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:28:31.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without A Doubt</title><content type='html'>There is a turning&lt;br /&gt;Inside the other&lt;br /&gt;With dark out and light.&lt;br /&gt;Trickling fresh&lt;br /&gt;Deep and dark&lt;br /&gt;Filling the mind&lt;br /&gt;With its spark.&lt;br /&gt;Some seem too clear&lt;br /&gt;Where they are going&lt;br /&gt;Here and to there.&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming knowing&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Rowing and going&lt;br /&gt;To their about.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity away&lt;br /&gt;And on with their lives&lt;br /&gt;Word to word play&lt;br /&gt;For depth gist dives,&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s history&lt;br /&gt;Filling each chip&lt;br /&gt;With an inside story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8943172700708099264-9212760600957232114?l=without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/feeds/9212760600957232114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8943172700708099264&amp;postID=9212760600957232114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/9212760600957232114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8943172700708099264/posts/default/9212760600957232114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-doubt-into-its-own.blogspot.com/2008/03/without-doubt.html' title='Without A Doubt'/><author><name>Peter S. 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