<?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-5414200468648228804</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:20:27.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Upside Down'</title><subtitle type='html'>Occasional texts/poems/lyrics while I’m Upside Down, doing the upside down.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414200468648228804.post-4232321944310723469</id><published>2007-10-18T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:53:39.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Is Here Again</title><content type='html'>The night is here again for its awhile&lt;br /&gt;Moods laid out to give obscurity dark&lt;br /&gt;Deep within its dusk meditation style&lt;br /&gt;And on to the stars that come here to spark&lt;br /&gt;A love song in to evening that's gone&lt;br /&gt;Carried to distance habitation out there&lt;br /&gt;Always going parallax - and on and on&lt;br /&gt;From turning generation to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day's simple moods of pleasures&lt;br /&gt;Come to end of rotating invention&lt;br /&gt;Night dreaming with its many possessions&lt;br /&gt;Hidden meaning of compass treasures&lt;br /&gt;The indistinctness of its dimension&lt;br /&gt;That gives each dreaming more impressions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-4232321944310723469?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/4232321944310723469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=4232321944310723469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/4232321944310723469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/4232321944310723469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/night-is-here-again.html' title='The Night Is Here Again'/><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-5414200468648228804.post-5354512505584315674</id><published>2007-10-18T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:18:38.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like The Nectar My Love</title><content type='html'>Like the nectar my love has its flower&lt;br /&gt;That will long to the epoch and then fall&lt;br /&gt;With its flourish liberated avower&lt;br /&gt;The working-day light reaching and its brawl&lt;br /&gt;Buried weapons of people's choices to select&lt;br /&gt;Accustomed suffering happiness thought&lt;br /&gt;Extracting fire of centuries prospect&lt;br /&gt;Distances possessed in illusions caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive from the interior to perceive&lt;br /&gt;Heady scent from the amplest clarity&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in the take of pure repining&lt;br /&gt;Hours of lost in world of make-believe&lt;br /&gt;From the coldness outside austerity&lt;br /&gt;That now to existence is entwining&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-5354512505584315674?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/5354512505584315674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=5354512505584315674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/5354512505584315674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/5354512505584315674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/like-nectar-my-love.html' title='Like The Nectar My Love'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414200468648228804.post-7981510225375940486</id><published>2007-10-18T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:31:19.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Day That Will Start</title><content type='html'>Like a day that will start&lt;br /&gt;I will grow on to be&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere feelings counterpart&lt;br /&gt;To grow on and become free&lt;br /&gt;Love is like oceans away&lt;br /&gt;Coming and going in flows&lt;br /&gt;Just like when night meets day&lt;br /&gt;As hours tomorrow goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your are a reaction of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Rain falling clouds above&lt;br /&gt;Anything that's hard to define&lt;br /&gt;Just like your feelings and love&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps are going to go&lt;br /&gt;Out into their future destiny&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes like water it'll flow&lt;br /&gt;In to the ground to give and be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never try to understand passion&lt;br /&gt;It appears and goes to the deep&lt;br /&gt;It's deemed beyond every fashion&lt;br /&gt;Never for lovers to really keep&lt;br /&gt;Giving a purpose and its power&lt;br /&gt;With every turn out it knows&lt;br /&gt;A perfect relief for the hour&lt;br /&gt;As it comes in and again goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-7981510225375940486?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/7981510225375940486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=7981510225375940486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/7981510225375940486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/7981510225375940486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/like-day-that-will-start.html' title='Like A Day That Will Start'/><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-5414200468648228804.post-576116008082901068</id><published>2007-10-16T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:56:52.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantoms Shadows</title><content type='html'>Just like the sky blue&lt;br /&gt;And a world beyond&lt;br /&gt;What your eyes can do&lt;br /&gt;No where else found&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that stay or go&lt;br /&gt;With every mood's spin&lt;br /&gt;Letting your heart know&lt;br /&gt;What is from within?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the deepest I know&lt;br /&gt;Oceans of love songs&lt;br /&gt;Catching the night's glow&lt;br /&gt;Anything that to deep belongs&lt;br /&gt;Phantoms shadows creepy&lt;br /&gt;Flickering and turning&lt;br /&gt;With their doubt cast sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Forever in glum yearning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the ocean's wave&lt;br /&gt;Going from shore to shore&lt;br /&gt;Longings the heart crave&lt;br /&gt;When it needs love to assure&lt;br /&gt;Hours to escape and change&lt;br /&gt;Every path more and more&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings to disarrange&lt;br /&gt;From yesterday’s of our yore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-576116008082901068?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/576116008082901068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=576116008082901068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/576116008082901068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/576116008082901068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/phantoms-shadows.html' title='Phantoms Shadows'/><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-5414200468648228804.post-9000355625701122271</id><published>2007-10-16T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:01:00.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Say</title><content type='html'>Something to say&lt;br /&gt;And trying to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all&lt;br /&gt;With its content skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what the lines read&lt;br /&gt;In anything to show&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling ones way&lt;br /&gt;In their needs to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;All to share and light&lt;br /&gt;In picture you’ve seen&lt;br /&gt;Of what’s wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;And everything between&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of dim&lt;br /&gt;To the next of act&lt;br /&gt;With your ways and whim&lt;br /&gt;Of not being exact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you give or make&lt;br /&gt;Worthy it maybe&lt;br /&gt;But is it what you need&lt;br /&gt;In what you try to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossroads at you feet&lt;br /&gt;Of the ways to go&lt;br /&gt;Something there to ache&lt;br /&gt;In its forward flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-9000355625701122271?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/9000355625701122271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=9000355625701122271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/9000355625701122271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/9000355625701122271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-to-say.html' title='Something to Say'/><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-5414200468648228804.post-3539697582290146123</id><published>2007-10-16T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:31:16.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I'm Trying To Do</title><content type='html'>All I'm trying to do is find you&lt;br /&gt;With what you have to offer me&lt;br /&gt;Something that is true or untrue&lt;br /&gt;In the things you’re set out to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll know if our dreams be there&lt;br /&gt;Within this vast of everything&lt;br /&gt;Something that we both might share&lt;br /&gt;And outside to the world bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is from within&lt;br /&gt;Complete with your own&lt;br /&gt;Something we can give&lt;br /&gt;From our inside grown&lt;br /&gt;A love that has its way&lt;br /&gt;Even daydreams too&lt;br /&gt;What you say and live&lt;br /&gt;Inside by coming through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is from within&lt;br /&gt;Complete with your own&lt;br /&gt;Roads that meet your day&lt;br /&gt;From our within grown&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing just pass&lt;br /&gt;Give it each a try&lt;br /&gt;Living things to live&lt;br /&gt;In your heart and why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm trying to do is being me&lt;br /&gt;Wandering about to find&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my interior part that's free&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the skeptical behind&lt;br /&gt;And we will search on to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Every dream that isn't there&lt;br /&gt;Walk the row and climb the hill&lt;br /&gt;Trying to give take and share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-3539697582290146123?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/3539697582290146123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=3539697582290146123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/3539697582290146123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/3539697582290146123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-im-trying-to.html' title='All I&apos;m Trying To Do'/><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-5414200468648228804.post-2513165730333994038</id><published>2007-10-15T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T15:10:07.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreams from Nowhere</title><content type='html'>The dreams from nowhere that come here around&lt;br /&gt;In to the woe of the forgotten one&lt;br /&gt;Each love from the deep never to be found&lt;br /&gt;That comes to pour of feelings till gone&lt;br /&gt;The minds that know nothing only dark sky&lt;br /&gt;Of loneliness with passions to be&lt;br /&gt;The liberties of eyes that still time try&lt;br /&gt;Give their sense always set-off yet to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that is from the heart and impression&lt;br /&gt;Never to give up its searching touchstone&lt;br /&gt;Like continuity in murk recess spark&lt;br /&gt;Of each flowing thought and its digression&lt;br /&gt;When moments come in to you much alone&lt;br /&gt;The hours of dejection cynical cark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-2513165730333994038?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/2513165730333994038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=2513165730333994038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/2513165730333994038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/2513165730333994038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/dreams-from-nowhere.html' title='The Dreams from Nowhere'/><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-5414200468648228804.post-4504640576711491424</id><published>2007-10-14T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T15:21:45.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded By Within Walls</title><content type='html'>Only to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Never to find my heart&lt;br /&gt;The world is a stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;From the very first start&lt;br /&gt;You either come or go&lt;br /&gt;Never to be the same&lt;br /&gt;Letting the world know&lt;br /&gt;How you’d play your game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so much untrue&lt;br /&gt;Never to come to be&lt;br /&gt;Some is though up to you&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find and free&lt;br /&gt;Love that has everything&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by within walls&lt;br /&gt;To the daydreams bring&lt;br /&gt;Whatever to it falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right you are or wrong&lt;br /&gt;That just how it just is&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know and along&lt;br /&gt;All that comes with this&lt;br /&gt;Trying to activate a dream&lt;br /&gt;That you find is right&lt;br /&gt;We have our own ways theme&lt;br /&gt;Controlled by every plight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-4504640576711491424?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/4504640576711491424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=4504640576711491424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/4504640576711491424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/4504640576711491424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/surrounded-by-within-walls.html' title='Surrounded By Within Walls'/><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-5414200468648228804.post-8629513198099409113</id><published>2007-10-14T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T11:59:45.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Nothing to Hold On To</title><content type='html'>To the yesterdays gone&lt;br /&gt;Old flowers to cast&lt;br /&gt;Carry their dark drifting on&lt;br /&gt;The onset to each past&lt;br /&gt;Long ways of the deep&lt;br /&gt;What you didn't know before&lt;br /&gt;Inside yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;Like a faraway glimpse star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons we leave&lt;br /&gt;To reach our own in distance&lt;br /&gt;The occasions to interweave&lt;br /&gt;When ways become consistence&lt;br /&gt;The way we were once facing&lt;br /&gt;In trying to reach our goal&lt;br /&gt;And each our object placing&lt;br /&gt;To give and in render extol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the memories in days&lt;br /&gt;That never for long last&lt;br /&gt;Like on going flickering rays&lt;br /&gt;Bringing their outlined cast&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;Like drifting leaves on a street&lt;br /&gt;Where summer gust once blew&lt;br /&gt;And now here in autumn meet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-8629513198099409113?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8629513198099409113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=8629513198099409113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/8629513198099409113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/8629513198099409113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/with-nothing-to-hold-on-to.html' title='With Nothing to Hold On To'/><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-5414200468648228804.post-6650973897843340110</id><published>2007-10-14T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:40:14.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentative Marvels</title><content type='html'>Every day should be like an untouched&lt;br /&gt;To set its moods to each new occasions&lt;br /&gt;The rushing of fragrance and colors clutched&lt;br /&gt;Each tutored trace and tact of persuasion&lt;br /&gt;Tentative marvels of rapturous-eyes&lt;br /&gt;Thousands little believes so well apart&lt;br /&gt;Like morning aspect in winter's disguise&lt;br /&gt;With frozen drift in its conceptual art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to wholeness in late delights&lt;br /&gt;Delicately in freshness we meet&lt;br /&gt;When we learn and think to strive for anew&lt;br /&gt;Ongoing persistent in to their rites&lt;br /&gt;Air of nightfall total essence heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Only in knowledge to the very few&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-6650973897843340110?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6650973897843340110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=6650973897843340110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/6650973897843340110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/6650973897843340110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/tentative-marvels.html' title='Tentative Marvels'/><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-5414200468648228804.post-1396028006089876429</id><published>2007-10-12T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T19:29:04.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Is For Ever More</title><content type='html'>Nothing is for ever more&lt;br /&gt;Only to the hours made&lt;br /&gt;What days have inside store?&lt;br /&gt;In memories are later played&lt;br /&gt;You may feel this thought&lt;br /&gt;Not to be true at all&lt;br /&gt;Before to time it’s brought&lt;br /&gt;Through ever moments thrall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine is not like rain&lt;br /&gt;They are of a different kind&lt;br /&gt;Just like each singular reign&lt;br /&gt;Those lives sometimes find&lt;br /&gt;You are so much of you&lt;br /&gt;In the same way as I am me&lt;br /&gt;Giving your thoughts true&lt;br /&gt;And setting each target free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though please remember this&lt;br /&gt;Time is with few hours&lt;br /&gt;Old becomes each new wish&lt;br /&gt;Like the seeds from flowers&lt;br /&gt;Young we all start out&lt;br /&gt;In finding our true goals&lt;br /&gt;Life is so much this about&lt;br /&gt;Parts and our dissimilar roles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-1396028006089876429?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1396028006089876429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=1396028006089876429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/1396028006089876429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/1396028006089876429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/nothing-is-for-ever-more.html' title='Nothing Is For Ever More'/><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-5414200468648228804.post-2258881133738138502</id><published>2007-10-12T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T19:28:28.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Comes Clear Sky Once More</title><content type='html'>There comes this everything&lt;br /&gt;Inside the walls of a heart&lt;br /&gt;Compartment to complex bring&lt;br /&gt;Full of mind-sets from start&lt;br /&gt;Drifting like clouds afar&lt;br /&gt;Inside of every emotions flow&lt;br /&gt;The hour departing bar to bar&lt;br /&gt;Like melodies that you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drops in a peaceful rainfall&lt;br /&gt;Aspiring autumn bleaching paddle&lt;br /&gt;New to my hours now call&lt;br /&gt;Through each their bough straddle&lt;br /&gt;I have from nowhere found&lt;br /&gt;Shining on threads of a star shine&lt;br /&gt;No to this veracity bound&lt;br /&gt;Only of past reminiscences twine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes clear sky once more&lt;br /&gt;In to the open dream sky&lt;br /&gt;With distances billows and shore&lt;br /&gt;And without its reasons why&lt;br /&gt;Setting each wave to and fro&lt;br /&gt;Motions of unfathomable to learn&lt;br /&gt;Each one in its fast and slow&lt;br /&gt;In no way another time to return&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-2258881133738138502?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/2258881133738138502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=2258881133738138502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/2258881133738138502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/2258881133738138502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-comes-clear-sky-once-more.html' title='There Comes Clear Sky Once More'/><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-5414200468648228804.post-604560032465280574</id><published>2007-10-12T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:20:47.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Always Loved You</title><content type='html'>I have always loved you&lt;br /&gt;In every sense of that word&lt;br /&gt;From indoor it come trough&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes not to out heard&lt;br /&gt;The footsteps on their long way&lt;br /&gt;In handling the comings clear&lt;br /&gt;Of what is brought in to a day&lt;br /&gt;And always seems quite near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is tangled&lt;br /&gt;With words of mood to find&lt;br /&gt;To offshore they are mangled&lt;br /&gt;Each thread of dispute twined&lt;br /&gt;So much in our reality is easy&lt;br /&gt;To carry with us our lives load&lt;br /&gt;With timely on sayings breezy&lt;br /&gt;That from earth corners flowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always made this plain&lt;br /&gt;To where I was going too&lt;br /&gt;Because love is so much its bane&lt;br /&gt;To suffer from old or the new&lt;br /&gt;I knew of this before I started&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are of complex matter&lt;br /&gt;Often not for the fainthearted&lt;br /&gt;When things go rough and scatter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-604560032465280574?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/604560032465280574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=604560032465280574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/604560032465280574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/604560032465280574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-always-loved-you.html' title='I Have Always Loved You'/><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-5414200468648228804.post-8398458058661664996</id><published>2007-10-12T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:20:07.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel the Love - A Song</title><content type='html'>I feel the love within of this&lt;br /&gt;A truthful road to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Morning that comes in bliss&lt;br /&gt;With its warmth before it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Love and all the peaceful ways&lt;br /&gt;Of simple soothing feelings&lt;br /&gt;That with your heart inside plays&lt;br /&gt;To nurture from its seedlings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know love is each our try&lt;br /&gt;To find and reach the heart&lt;br /&gt;To catch a sense from its eye&lt;br /&gt;And mend together - when apart&lt;br /&gt;Each road lies to its inner root&lt;br /&gt;That only true care knows&lt;br /&gt;Its song is close - not absolute&lt;br /&gt;And with our emotions goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road of love is covered here&lt;br /&gt;Where deep understandings dwell&lt;br /&gt;They will turn tides to share&lt;br /&gt;And never become a dry well&lt;br /&gt;I feel love to know my pound&lt;br /&gt;Contained by vibrates confidence&lt;br /&gt;Though a love may go around&lt;br /&gt;It's always back with compliments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414200468648228804-8398458058661664996?l=the-upside-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8398458058661664996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5414200468648228804&amp;postID=8398458058661664996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/8398458058661664996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414200468648228804/posts/default/8398458058661664996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-upside-down.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-feel-love-song.html' title='I Feel the Love - A Song'/><author><name>Peter S. 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