<?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-6904387855026586376</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:35:56.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Phenomenal Woman</title><subtitle type='html'>on Life, Living, Who we really are</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-6545235847763412854</id><published>2011-01-15T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:06:35.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Musings 2</title><content type='html'>Imagine watching a series of depressing happenings, only in this case, the actor is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life deals one a serious blow, you either choose to get up or stay down flat on your face. &lt;br /&gt;Mid life crisis can leave one in a state of  PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go through different phases of disappointments, rejections, anxiety, restlessness, mood swings and all kinds of crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fellow on twitter once said "why do sad people enjoy making other people sad"..You know there is nothing more depressing and energy sapping than a sad or bitter company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year I met a lot of angry women, the "victims", the self destructive, the cynics and the man eaters. I am not exactly different from these women, we all have our fair share of hurt and pain but  I consciously resolved not to be in this position anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman is bitten every man becomes a victim, punished for the sins of another.&lt;br /&gt;Going through a mid life crisis is a harrowing experience, a loss of a job, relationship, loved one, heartbreaks and all kinds of stones and spanners thrown in the wheels of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the morning after a break up or being fired at the workplace, there are no right words of comfort for these experiences or explanations&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Really, its okay to be angry, its okay to rip those shirts, the pictures, letters and everything that reminds you but its not okay forever. You need to know when to cap it, when to exhale and let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry doesn't make good friends, sad people only attract sad people,the truth is no one really wants to be unhappy even if they do not exactly know what to do to be truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a man doesn't make happiness happier, its a beautiful experience to have someone to cuddle up with, a different sound of laughter something different from girly.&lt;br /&gt;Negative expressions and confessions have a very speedy way of manifesting before positive ones you know bad things just know how to be bad. &lt;br /&gt;So come on, buy a mirror and smile till your face aches and relaxes, when next you meet that guy don't be so angry, he may not have plans to ask you out but allow him some pleasantness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above everything, be pleasant to yourself, be true to yourself about what you got wrong or right, keep an open mind, keep your head up and do something beautiful for yourself. You deserve the world and her beauties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-6545235847763412854?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6545235847763412854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2011/01/midnight-musings-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/6545235847763412854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/6545235847763412854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2011/01/midnight-musings-2.html' title='Midnight Musings 2'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-3059060112054782070</id><published>2011-01-15T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:56:56.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Musings</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we look back at all the pain and complication and  cannot remember how it got so bad. All the mistakes, all the wrongs road, the disappointments, the tears and the lies and still cannot say how we traveled so far leaving a trail of bleeding feet in these sands we hope won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;We expect that our love will be reciprocated, but the only thing we get to hear is " I am sorry". How many more sorry would be sorry enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We expect that all our dreams will come true, but they don't quite come the way we dream, the unanswered prayers, the demands not met.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The point is we were missing something...missing understanding, freedom, clarity of vision above everything love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we find someone we love it is always about what we want and need, never a thought to what they want and if we fit into their plan. Love may love us but not in the way we want to be loved and that don't mean love don't love us.&lt;br /&gt;We may pray so hard with conviction that we deserve answers but not exactly, are we honestly ready for that which we pray? Have we pondered on what God says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quitting  is an option for some but the greatest healing is when we see God in ourselves, in others and in every situation. Everything is for a reason, and when we find that which we are missing, we may as well find faith in abundance and strength to consider quitting whenever we are faced with the option and say " I am sorry" but am no quitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-3059060112054782070?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3059060112054782070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2011/01/midnight-musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/3059060112054782070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/3059060112054782070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2011/01/midnight-musings.html' title='Midnight Musings'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-3760749890133550818</id><published>2010-05-20T16:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:21:01.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me Numb..</title><content type='html'>Today is one of the longest days, it was a journey through a long dark tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;Am so depressed and almost delusional and i have being that way since a time i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;I became a blogger because  this blog is one part of the world and my existence that doesn't judge me i can go yada yada on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave a mark behind and affect lives so i blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly sleep at night and these days i do not want to wake up, i wish i had more hours of night because the day scares me and the night is soothing and protective of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk so much and laugh so much sometimes people doubt if i hurt, i hurt and am squashed inside and the only help i want is numbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make all these go away,or can i wake up and be okay.&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge evangelist of survival but am amazingly the weakest of creations.A friend of mine doesnt quite agree.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can begin to tell you how i wish that my life was different.I once heard that intellect and success is a burden but i have never believed that. You know i thought if i made more friends i would be fine but alone is a better friend. When the night comes i crawl up at the center of the bed which was my idea of creating prescence on the bed but now i have returned to a corner so am aware am alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, am in the wrong place or with the wrong crowd or maybe i have got my entire life wrong wow that's scary what would i do if that is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who know me find it hard to believe am shy or scared of anything, the truth is am very shy and conscious of a lot of things but it will surprise you to know that eyes are what i find interesting in every human even if i cannot really look at anybody's eyes when am talking.I will do alot if you told me you were watching, i am most afraid of things and people than of happenings. Elevators scare me and i hate to prove a point really because i am not a big fan of baseless competition, i do not plan to conquer the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post will bore you because it is so much of me and about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the numbness so i do not have to feel the shackles that bills have put around my feet, so i do not have to feel that my heart is bleeding and the other part of the bed is cold.&lt;br /&gt;Make me numb because i have to live through these experiences and come out purified and sharpened to take my place among the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Make me numb so i do not have to feel the stings of the tongues of my nasty judgemental friends.&lt;br /&gt;Make me numb so i do not have to feel the chills of all this, so i do not have to take pills or count sheep to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour upon me a heavy dose of atmosphere and make see that God is there and has me in the hollow of his hands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me numb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-3760749890133550818?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3760749890133550818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/make-me-numb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/3760749890133550818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/3760749890133550818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/make-me-numb.html' title='Make me Numb..'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-646082131530119010</id><published>2010-05-14T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T12:43:43.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is for the Living</title><content type='html'>Waist deep in thoughts on how quickly life ends and how in a moment one becomes history.&lt;br /&gt;All the things we should have said, all the things we should have done. Then again i think of all the things that could have gotten in the way of our feelings and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;we all are not exposed to the exact same or magnitude of experiences,Yeah we ought to thank the Creator in every circumstance but did we really have to go through all that?&lt;br /&gt;When you look back at some experiences in the past, you may certainly well begin to question what values they brought to the table.&lt;br /&gt;Life tutors say Live life to the fullest, i think they are right. Its pretty obvious life is for the living but to what extent do you go to live life to the fullest? What defines a well lived life or a fully lived life? Could it be the wealth of experiences, a mix and match of the valued and non-valued, could it also be the queue of smiley faces or a bunch of touched lives either by words or just being there,could it be a catalogue of spontaneous moments, dots of laughter, the adventures and misadventures?&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of fun stuff to do every passing day, you could chase them all but our time here will be wasted living the one channeled life.&lt;br /&gt;Life should be a combo of everything not necessarily all the stuff at your disposal. Whose place is it to say really, what amounts to foolishness or what the limits should be, am only but a kindergarten in this school.&lt;br /&gt;Experience they say is the best teacher and the taste of the pudding is in the eating. You may very well then do all you may as much as your shoulders can carry, light up as many bulbs as you can to keep the monkeys on the ceiling away,whatever makes you dream of bunnies and daffodils.&lt;br /&gt;Just dust your shoes and hit the freeway, put your money where your mouth is and cash in, go skinny diving, life is for the living. The sun will rise in the morning and dispel the darkness of the night, be all you can be we only got one life.&lt;br /&gt;You do not take gold or silver to the six-feet-below, you only take with you everything etched in your soul, you leave behind all the diamonds, weeping eyes and a catalogue of treasured or hurtful memories.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the sky and be alive, life is for the living. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-646082131530119010?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/646082131530119010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-is-for-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/646082131530119010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/646082131530119010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-is-for-living.html' title='Life is for the Living'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-2782431808323139287</id><published>2010-02-24T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:48:14.365+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Beautiful I saw it on TV</title><content type='html'>A sales expert once said selling occurs in the spirit realm, man is body and spirit; the spirit is where the soul, mind and heart reside from where comes an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;When you tell people you have emotional problems or needs they undermine what and how you feel but I must tell you emotion is one of God’s strongest creations and was placed in man for very strong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is a salesman and however way you look at it we are all selling and buying something. For whatever it is you are selling or buying be it love, sex, power, lust, hate, anger, confusion etc you must be wondering if all these are saleable? The moment there is an exchange in kind or cash, sales has taken place, the moment there is a conviction or a buy in or conversion to a different form other than what was, a paradigm shift of any sort, sales has occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about logic and emotions, a stable being is one who knows where to use logic and emotion. Logic which resides in the brain supports our emotions and justifies our decision but emotion will remain the core ingredient to a more stable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we are and will ever be comes from our hearts; a major battlefield laden with the ghosts of our past and the angels of our today in the wars of lust, love, confusion, fear, hate and freedom to prepare us for our tomorrow. Half the time when we hurt, we build walls of fear around us, we deny our former beliefs or uphold vehemently beliefs that make us inaccessible and less vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up as a child, I must admit for the first time that I was the weird one. I never liked dolls or teddies, my mama bought me a bunny and everyday I played Doctor with it, I fed it real food, I always carried out surgery on it and bath it everyday till it started smelling terribly, I hated insects and starved a moth by tying it in a white nylon, I stored a mantis in a cup and fed it leaves till I killed it, I preferred jigsaws and Lego(building blocks), I loved incredible hulk, hammer house of horror, Dempsey &amp;amp; Makepeace and any movie with guns or war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 14 when i began to notice romantic movies, it got me thinking if the things i saw in them were real, friends who read Mills &amp;amp; Boom will cry and apply stuffs like that to their relationships but I saw love exactly how it saw me. I saw love as selfless and not calculative. I still don’t understand the miracle behind love at first sight or love without borders.&lt;br /&gt;People say they stop loving, I say I fall out of love with people but i really don't stop loving, i guess things just fly out of the window. I am one of those folks who claim perfect mastery of themselves but trust me when i say i have surprised myself countless times so i guess we all are capable of just about anything given the right motivation. We carry in us dormant or passive emotions like time bombs waiting to be triggered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once said to a friend there is no love in this country, I said everything is all so calculative; we have already created the ones we want to love so as soon as we see them we open the scripts and start acting. I may have been wrong or right, but I have come to know now that our brains are like giant computers that look for matches based on past experiences, our beliefs, the way we were raised or unmet needs.&lt;br /&gt;In most cases, people have brainwashed themselves to think that love is a solution or an escape from something just the way they saw it in Titanic. I tell you love the way you see it is the biggest trouble you can ever have and the most confusing thing you can experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bask in love one must realign their beliefs and begin to see love differently. Love is not beautiful like what we saw in Titanic or on TV, life is.&lt;br /&gt;Love is controlled by the mind, if you feed your soul, mind and heart with an information or paint to it the picture of whatever you want, like a robot it will identify subjects and will effectively launch an attack or make an approach. Some folks use love to cope with life problems, these folks need to fix their lives. Why for God’s sake do we fall in love? The answer is simple, we only fall in love with people who meet an unconscious criterion we have of course listed, so tell me how more calculative can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is beautiful but not like it was painted on TV screens, the beauty of love is not exactly in the lustful pleasures it is in those unprintable moments that words cannot describe, the bonds and ties that only the ones bound can understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-2782431808323139287?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2782431808323139287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-beautiful-i-saw-it-on-tv.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/2782431808323139287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/2782431808323139287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-beautiful-i-saw-it-on-tv.html' title='Love is Beautiful I saw it on TV'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-6511065884389902812</id><published>2010-01-26T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:29:32.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in Absentia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;In the course of my budding career, I have met all sorts of men &amp;amp; women with many worries and desires. I have in this time learnt that our needs as human are very complicated even to us the needy,sad to say these needs may never be met.As our careers and dreams take shape, our needs grow and our problems deepen,creating a balance within the imbalance then becomes a primary need. The need for love,sex,acceptance,security,freedom,companionship however remain almost constant. At this point we often almost forget that our lives will not be like this forever.In relationships, we begin to seek mates who will fit into our current life style or pattern;in 10years am not sure what our needs would be. If we were machines I would say let's pick mates to suit our changing life patterns but who says we cannot? If we can deal with the demands why not. The demands of a fast paced and budding career is weighty, at this stage we make mistakes that appear light but they are indeed our gravest mistakes. Unfortunately, am not one who is open to explanations for my absence or why I can't be that sort of woman. Amidst the chaos, the web and automated living have become a fancy. I have over time in between failed relationships re-evaluated what I wanted from a relationship. Some men in my past I do not remember the details of whatever we had that was intimate, for the ones that meant more, I must have loved them in the chaos but I guess am a better friend and a demanding lover-so we never dated. As a matter of principle sex should never get in the way of love, business or war. Sex is great with a good mate, if the feeling is mutual there will be fire works. Now, this is the part where I get irritated. I do not believe in the quick lay for sex sake..the only reason I will have sex once is if it was bad or if I find out am loving the dude. My friends think am crazy when I say " love by correspondence" or "marriage in absentia" because I plan to retire before my prime it means my life will be fast paced till then because even if a man writes me into his will his whole family will not let me be,until when will I even get this wealth. Then again I want to grow old with the man I love so before the will is read I will be grey. In my deepest conciousness I wish I had a civil union as opposed to marriage, live together unmarried and be great partners, a companion for all time. I can't stand a lying husband and a broken marriage I must say and I can't hope against odds that he won't cheat or I won't get up and disappear. Till such a time when love finds me it will be with my soul mate a man like me the one who would love me absentia, such a man who would cherish, simple things, such a man who would live inside my blackberry, love dinner or breakfast because that's what we may ever have, the one without a time table for sex or mood swings, the one that will sit calm and laugh silently as I tear down the roof because am angry, the one that will not start a phone talk with "where are you"..the man that will love my hustle and my need to have my own bread and not say am competing or being a man because you are still taking me to Taj Mahal no matter how much bread I have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-6511065884389902812?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6511065884389902812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-in-absentia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/6511065884389902812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/6511065884389902812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-in-absentia.html' title='Love in Absentia'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-6849749313337531821</id><published>2009-06-18T13:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:55:16.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices from the neighborhood.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In this neighborhood we live in, we are often scared of been labeled anything other than a good name, a man once said (i do not remember his name now) "you never know what burden reputation is until you loose it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been thinking since i am already wearing a reputation that could pass for bad in some locations and good in another location. I have decided to validate myself and ask myself what my reputation is, and i have come to the conclusion that everyone is right because of the nature of my being, i am only what you want to see but ultimately i will leave a legacy and touch lives. Apparently i have come to know that regardless of all the grammar we speak and how much we try to come up with favorable ideas about what our lives should be, God ultimately has the master plan and He is the originator of all we will be.....so this brings me to the part where i say stop freaking out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our lives are like open doors where we really do not have any control as to what have been programmed into our destinies, circumstances come and go, wealth, poverty, health, sickness, love, hate and all sorts make their exits and entrances into our lives at their own time and pace and all we can do is just wait for the times to change again. Sometimes we rave, rant, worry and are happy over what we get but it is appointed unto us that there is and will be a time for everything. So regardless of all our desperate efforts sometimes to change our circumstances, we may never in real sense do much except when it falls into the season's end of whatever phase we find ourselves. Now that takes me to the point where i ask again what prayers and thoughts do for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bottomline is as a man thinks so he is and ask and you shall receive and i guess they go hand in hand, think it, ask it and in your palms they shall arrive. So who are we to question what we have now? why do we then question the things we have, where we are, what we are now, who we love or even dislike....it is for a season but all directed towards ultimate goodness because the creator can never will that ill luck befall you but permission may be given to the originator of wickedness to try, so tears may come, pain may follow, heartbreaks may be a frequent guest but the sun will come in the morning and your morning will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the question now becomes.....what do you do with what you have in your hands? HE asked Moses what do you have in your hands? and it was with that rod that he saved and punished equally all who deserved it and even made him important amongst his people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do not be deterred by the voices from the neighborhood or be forced to misuse an opportunity, do the best you can and seek no compliments from no one because all man will be too himself on the journey of the dead, all men are alone with their conscience at night when they go to bed, so think it through before you throw that brother out because the voices in the neighborhood said he was no good and not your level, be mindful before you deny that sister the opportunity for that one chance of a life time because the voices said jeez she is crap and not worth your while.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad. People should not really say what you deserve or don't deserve.....when the Son of man came, they said to him all them neighborhood voices said what are you doing with a prostitute, the tax collector and all them low life people, sinners, adulterers and them all bad people.....if He had stopped loving for a single y'all be lost now.....our ultimate destinies may be fulfilled in the craziest and most undignifying of things......who can say anyway? we do not know the mind of the creator.....so if loosing sleep over me makes you happy and am responding positively and the neighborhood says am no good and even you, if you stopped it may not really hurt but if you do it in the purest of heart, you may be sun that will come in my morning, the real deal that my life needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love all you can, live life all the way that's possible, do all there is to do in the pureness of heart, if it makes you happy and it puts a smile on a face do it.......how we deal with all entrances before the exits of people and stuff that come our way is how we will be judged....to whom much is given, much is expected, if i say am unlucky because i have loads of bad experiences and make countless mistakes, i think it means i probably have alot to give and a lot to learn and so do y'all who walk by everyday on my pathway.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-6849749313337531821?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6849749313337531821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/voices-from-neighborhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/6849749313337531821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/6849749313337531821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/voices-from-neighborhood.html' title='Voices from the neighborhood.......'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-1638469756868382364</id><published>2009-06-10T13:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:10:58.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My sexuality</title><content type='html'>I have never being a saint, from my myopic view as a teenager a few years ago i dare not be associated with a "slut".......dare i say of myself that i was just a bloody liar living in denial of my very own existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighborhood gossip never fell short of a constant criticism of badly behaved girls who dressed provocatively, engage in frequent and risky sex and got pregnant. With the passing of days,i have come to see that they were the normal ones and the rest of us were just deviants and mutants. They behaved in the most natural way of their creation.....women in these teenage years and early adulthood and are at their fertility peak, nature has programmed them at this point to keep the species growing. They flaunt their sexuality not by their own design but by a force far greater than societal or religious ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual drive, the overwhelming desire to engage in sex (procreation), is ultimate expression of life itself, life is what creates new life out of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 20 tribes in the world are of the opinion that a child ideally ought to have more than one&lt;br /&gt;father.....don't be laughing now because i am still thinking about it from the medical side of the story.In some cultures this model of till death do us part missionary style does not apply, a woman is a gift and free to choose her mate....sperm is cheap i dare say it is a whole lot hence can be wasted i dare say also, but eggs are few hence very expensive. Women by the nature of the valuable resources they carry cannot afford to waste it by experimenting or endangering their lives with risky practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it is criminal to admit that we have fantasies and women generally are sexual creatures and it is part a woman's feminine composition to be tender, sexuality of a female is a great asset for expression and it is no crime at all to live life to the fullest exploring every part of you that drives towards ultimate understanding of your being. Sexiness is the total embodiment of a woman....theories have been propounded of how much sex does for the human body, but here i seek that you understand the chemistry, depth and power of a woman's sexuality which may be expressed in so many ways than one, the tenderness of a woman, the adornment of a woman, the carriage of a woman, the pitch in her voice......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are oftentimes afraid to say that we fantasize about sex with strangers or in weird places, afraid to say ice will feel great on the skin......it is no crime to long for natural rights. I am no saint but i am not filled with greed, our sexuality should be expressed but with organized pattern to safeguard the treasures we carry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-1638469756868382364?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1638469756868382364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sexuality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/1638469756868382364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/1638469756868382364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sexuality.html' title='My sexuality'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-1525859014236296119</id><published>2009-01-05T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:10:10.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>streaming thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have not written for a while now.....its been crazy all the way&lt;br /&gt;fixing me, fixing you and i have been thinking&lt;br /&gt;not about my life necessarily but about the reason for my life&lt;br /&gt;I live my life the best way  i know how......not afraid of taking the wrong turns even though sometimes i wish i just knew right from start where i should apply the brakes&lt;br /&gt;I still come forth after dying beneath the weight of my mistakes i soar to greatness&lt;br /&gt;I cant over emphasize how much i love me, but i dare say i am the best there is and can ever be.....&lt;br /&gt;Years have passed and i am still me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love rock &amp;amp; roll, jazz, country......a lil in love with soul and R &amp;amp; B and still got the love for melancholic beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love black, white, green, purple &amp;amp; blue colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know how to scheme to get a man and i still don't know why i should not walk of a relationship when the guy doesn't fit into the plan......don't ask what the plan is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still wish we could feed on air or maybe just eat eggs and bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel its okay to go on a date and listen to him just because he is good company and i knew since last week am not gonna date and i am going freak out if when he persists .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still talk all my ex like we never dated.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think the bed dance is cool if the company is interesting and i still can't do it to get to point B &amp;amp; C....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still believe everyone deserves care, attention, love   and the benefit of doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still hate to eat rice &amp;amp; stew without any accompanying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't sleep until its a new day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't stand someone just knowing what am doing or where am going.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still loose my cool......i still crack people up by being cynical or even scare them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still act like one with a dual personality cos its so freaking cool.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still believe dreadlocks are cool and spiritual and went ahead to grow them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know why a guy should hit me and i just watch and love him......when i can just walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know why people strive so hard for things they can't have and are not meant to have.......i still believe if you don't have it now you don't need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still love to be with that kinda guy who is just undefined, unpredictable, who will love me the way i want, let me be a kid in my within and who thinks its cool to keep my mono straps even when we are married and my camou skirt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am me ......i can't be anything else, i am created to make the most of my world......to make you think these thoughts and understand that life is just beautiful and one day at a time is so cool&lt;br /&gt;analyzing everything will only make you loose out even though the fast is not the best especially for you who don't have brakes.......&lt;br /&gt;love quickly and be responsible for your actions cos all you did was the right thing to do especially if you didn't know different&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-1525859014236296119?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1525859014236296119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/streaming-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/1525859014236296119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/1525859014236296119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/streaming-thoughts.html' title='streaming thoughts'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-4175933307370535562</id><published>2008-09-18T20:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:19:58.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to You my Friend</title><content type='html'>the text i got this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Good friends care for each other&lt;br /&gt; Close friends understand each other&lt;br /&gt; True friends stay forever beyond words"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friend of mine is not physically close&lt;br /&gt;but each time we speak we are close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't call you my friend cos you called me last night or paid for that meal&lt;br /&gt;or visited me last sunday, or gave me that bear hug or that kiss that i wondered to myself&lt;br /&gt;when would this end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am speaking about you dear friend, who by everyone's judgment&lt;br /&gt;you are no way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your story is so messy that i say dear your life is a movie&lt;br /&gt;your life is like a playboy mag, some times it is one tree hill, other times it is arm chair thriller&lt;br /&gt;then those days it was pinky and the brain you know we got those times when we said if the world&lt;br /&gt;turns their back on you, you turn your back on the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we said again Ha kuna mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are everything i hate but you inspire me&lt;br /&gt;i admire your strength, you are the bright side&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had your story &lt;br /&gt;but i will be crushed if i was ever you even for a split second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have had the good and the bad&lt;br /&gt;but i love you so dearly cos  lurking around in your darkness i learnt that&lt;br /&gt;experience made the best of students&lt;br /&gt;cuddling under your warmth has given me strength to be me&lt;br /&gt;dancing in your light has made me happier, knowing that the road to true happiness is decorated with&lt;br /&gt;tears and sadness so that we can be truly happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell how good you are because you went headlong embracing temptations&lt;br /&gt;and emerged better&lt;br /&gt;you drank and ate mistakes and gave me the story i now tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my mentor and friend because my life is shaped by the coarse surface of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made my mistakes and was a replica of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i adore you, cos the words you said gave me strength to pull out&lt;br /&gt;i drowned in temptations but your words and attitude brought me to the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no longer seek safety cos i know that safety is in the war cos its only in the war that you learn&lt;br /&gt;survival and i know now my safety routes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i live my life knowing that iron sharpens iron&lt;br /&gt;and fire purifies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give me strength and that is why i love you&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to be anybody&lt;br /&gt;you are my friend and i love who you have become and i adore who you were&lt;br /&gt;you will never be that person again&lt;br /&gt;that person was for a reason, that reason was me, that person was the manual i needed&lt;br /&gt;to be who i am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your true friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my tribute to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-4175933307370535562?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4175933307370535562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/tribute-to-you-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/4175933307370535562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/4175933307370535562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/tribute-to-you-my-friend.html' title='Tribute to You my Friend'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-8407198644774611038</id><published>2008-09-03T19:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:57:27.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Before You Soil The Marital Sheets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Men are most scared when it comes to tying the knots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;women cant wait to tie the knots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;for better for worse abi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i see a lot of for goodies for stay, for pains for checkout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;men do not want their women to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;women believe they are miracle workers so changes must occur in the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;expecting changes or trying to change someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;is the first sign of selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ask yourself, have you changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;have you tried listening to my favourite jam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;tasted my favourite meal, watched the movie i love so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;the last time i checked, you didn't know the tittle and you are not making any efforts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;our needs are clearly defined even if we live in denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A man wants sexual fulfillment,an  attractive woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; domestic support, recreational companionship and admiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A woman wants financial support, affection, family commitment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;a conversation,honesty ( men want that too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Before you take that vow remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;You Married an Imperfect Person and You are not so hot Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;if you need perfection in anybody, you will wait till forever comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;You should work it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;remember perfect is what you define it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-8407198644774611038?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8407198644774611038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/before-you-soil-marital-sheets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/8407198644774611038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/8407198644774611038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/before-you-soil-marital-sheets.html' title='Before You Soil The Marital Sheets'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-3163081033868876564</id><published>2008-07-26T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:21:00.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;Good morning-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;How are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;Fine, thank you-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;A ready response on the lips of every man on every bright &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;Morning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;The streets are chaos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;Horns are blaring,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;We go about our lives, are we truly fine?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;Everyone wants to be happy, not occasionally&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;But 365 days of the year&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;Happiness to some is wealth, a new position&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;Sound health, being in love-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;I dare say, all these are evidences of a cheapened life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;And lack of content.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;I am happy not by all these but by those little happenings,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;that no one observes:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;awkward moments define my life…….calling out to a look alike of &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;a friend and they turn out not to be the one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;Everyone looks in your direction and you cant help but laugh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;Happiness is an individual decision…..but I dare say pretend you are happy when you are blue,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;It isn’t very hard to do, the little things you have could be a lot if you pretend….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;Share the smiles&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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morning'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-7535774853545465418</id><published>2008-07-23T17:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:34:28.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/SIdfJAm4taI/AAAAAAAAACc/m5DCcWxo9TE/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/SIdfJAm4taI/AAAAAAAAACc/m5DCcWxo9TE/s400/girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226250500973311394" 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/SIdb2IJ8nBI/AAAAAAAAACU/aML5Xnddwqc/s400/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226246878047018002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/SIdYbFWlYnI/AAAAAAAAACM/ehNzsbGpjaA/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/SIdYbFWlYnI/AAAAAAAAACM/ehNzsbGpjaA/s400/eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226243114903364210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-3680277633883884832?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3680277633883884832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/3680277633883884832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/3680277633883884832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11200602495338107228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/S4UGDFqiJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qgNNSSug_9s/S220/am.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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places not because they like to and do things not because they like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but because they know they ought to like it and proper to be seen in such places or doing such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will go to Heaven not because they ought to be there but because it is proper to be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they owe it to their social positions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Societal conventions dulls us, make life tiresome and make us slaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will be more interesting if we were ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was simple and natural,his life was with power because his goodness was vital. His first miracle was at a wedding because the people He was looking for were there. He never separated himself, it was His table talks that changed lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you forever lay your eyes on laid down rules of conduct rather than temper and disposition of the heart  you will never become genuinely good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness ought to be simple, natural and spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love God with an honest heart, love your neighbour as yourself, then do as you please with this thought in your heart, your spontaneous actions will be right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-2911816979379122198?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2911816979379122198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/SIXMqblUdlI/AAAAAAAAACE/p0i5UJlq1jI/s72-c/me+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904387855026586376.post-8574908373915618523</id><published>2008-07-22T10:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:34:29.107+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the point where you become penniless is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/SIXFQAGqWKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_v_g9TZWUNA/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CztHG8-_HoE/SIXFQAGqWKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_v_g9TZWUNA/s400/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225799821329848482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   when you know there are places you cannot go to without money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also know that it is expensive to be downright wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know that as much as you think that you cannot leave without alcohol,&lt;br /&gt;when there is no cash a drunk will be sober.&lt;br /&gt;You will know how expensive a harlot's smile can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only learn the value of money after you earn it from a hard day's work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sting of want is the only thing that is sharp enough to transform an idle man into a worker,&lt;br /&gt;it equally takes the hard slap of necessity to change a spender into a producer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are penniless, you get new standard of values&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lack fame,money and any form of popularity you will know who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a man is work and earning a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us meet our fellow men simply as men,with humility because status blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-8574908373915618523?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8574908373915618523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/point-where-you-become-penniless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/8574908373915618523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/8574908373915618523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/point-where-you-become-penniless.html' title='the point 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warm, yet unprotected,&lt;br /&gt;i am weak by your touch, melt in the very presence  of  you&lt;br /&gt;i crave your company, yearn for you&lt;br /&gt;but you remain my sweet bitter pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you invade my thoughts and i am unashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have the power but you wont be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between us is a strong pull of prolonged undying emotions&lt;br /&gt;you die in my cuddles&lt;br /&gt;you are enraptured in my gaze&lt;br /&gt;my brown eyes fulfill your every dream&lt;br /&gt;you are the peacock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i dare say i am the very death of you&lt;br /&gt;i am excited by your game&lt;br /&gt;we both know that every time we part momentarily&lt;br /&gt;we die and live again when we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a menace, but i dare not say i live without you&lt;br /&gt;i am a gem unrevealed&lt;br /&gt;you are the skillful miner.&lt;br /&gt;you crave my very depths, you beautify me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will remain my delicious torment&lt;br /&gt;my very depth yet unfathomable you will crave&lt;br /&gt;my service, your calling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-5189920095768882680?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5189920095768882680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/5189920095768882680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/5189920095768882680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aurora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goddess sparkle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;A mountain shade suggests your shape&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tumble down on my knees&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fill my mouth with snow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;The way it melts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish to melt into you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;in the poem "Tithonus" by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Alfred_Tennyson" class="mw-redirect" title="Lord Alfred Tennyson"&gt;Lord Alfred Tennyson&lt;/a&gt;, Aurora is described thus: &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;And bosom beating with a heart renewed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thy cheek begins to redden through the gloom,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;And shake the darkness from their loosened manes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;And beat the twilight into flakes of a fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-9207969465206936373?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9207969465206936373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he loves me&lt;br /&gt;he loves me not, what is he doing he hasnt called in 2 hours, dial his number he doesnt pick up, dial it again, it gives the busy tone..........your mind starts racing, he is with another girl.......gush this is practicing death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for God's sake he is in a meeting or in the restroom or something or he forgot his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have a boyfriend, you fight all day,no trust, being petty,&lt;br /&gt;you dont have a boyfriend you say you are jinxed nobody wants you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit...........men/women we need each other&lt;br /&gt;what is good for the geese is good for gander but not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men! i call them necessary evil, sweet-bitter pleasure, sweetest torment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you know them, they think they know how your mind works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is just simple logic, be free live for today cos that's all you really have,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a dream.&lt;br /&gt;love as much as you can.......most importantly find and secure your secret place, that place between you and him where no one else goes and no one can fathom the mystery that lies between your eyes, cherish your unspoken hellos, your yet imagined fantasies and soar what is yours is yours,&lt;br /&gt;hold within your reach but breathe the air lest you perish and he is hers and you are history...........same for you my boo.........my sweet-bitter pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-5853731842653750991?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Love is never soft and genial attitude, it is tough and never gives up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;if you love anyone who is not making the best out of their lives and you want them better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you will fight to get them better and you will have to put your feet down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Love is a very complex emotion am not sure if that's what i want to call it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; it requires a rich personality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;great variety of talents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it is first a strong feeling of attachment and dependence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it is the strongest of all creations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it is be (ing) in continuous and constant pleasure of the other not basically yourself. it is a sweet-bitter part of existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6904387855026586376-3350770237148783858?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3350770237148783858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-love-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904387855026586376/posts/default/3350770237148783858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you will be pretending just like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the little things that you have could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a lot  if you pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904387855026586376-4191600873857622607?l=phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4191600873857622607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phenomenalwoman-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/pretend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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