<?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-38720102</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:17:38.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Oscar Act III</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar-act-iii.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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720102.post-6113380685160150488</id><published>2007-01-28T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T13:33:36.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/Rb0WWxFzxsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/07BKRvC-fn8/s1600-h/There+are+Places.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/Rb0WWxFzxsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/07BKRvC-fn8/s320/There+are+Places.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025197339605976770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are places so far away&lt;br /&gt;Where the ocean has its spell&lt;br /&gt;And dark doesn't leave the day&lt;br /&gt;When the night says its farewell&lt;br /&gt;There are times of lasting things&lt;br /&gt;Further out in unknown nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Where a different world sings&lt;br /&gt;Remote from all the reality here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something no one listens too&lt;br /&gt;For the dreams are very brief&lt;br /&gt;Wishful themes and quite new&lt;br /&gt;That so soon must split and leave&lt;br /&gt;Every heart is what you'll know&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to reach there out&lt;br /&gt;Wandering waves in tides flow&lt;br /&gt;Reaching to those shores about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are pleases in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Further on and tenebrific now&lt;br /&gt;Where we all would want to be&lt;br /&gt;But never can reach to somehow&lt;br /&gt;For in reality we must hearken &lt;br /&gt;Holding on to what we're seeing&lt;br /&gt;If there's some somewhat darken&lt;br /&gt;We are not suppose to believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are places so far away&lt;br /&gt;Where the oceans has its spell&lt;br /&gt;And dark doesn't leave the day&lt;br /&gt;When the night says its farewell&lt;br /&gt;There are times of lasting things&lt;br /&gt;Further out in unknown nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Where a different world sings&lt;br /&gt;Remote from all the reality here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Inspired by a whale that came up the Thames)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720102-6113380685160150488?l=to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com/feeds/6113380685160150488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38720102&amp;postID=6113380685160150488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720102/posts/default/6113380685160150488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720102/posts/default/6113380685160150488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-are-places.html' title='There are Places'/><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/Rb0WWxFzxsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/07BKRvC-fn8/s72-c/There+are+Places.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720102.post-5577871544976856179</id><published>2007-01-26T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T15:10:08.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luminous Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RbqKJRFzxrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/koYuI15EXxI/s1600-h/Luminous+Night.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RbqKJRFzxrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/koYuI15EXxI/s320/Luminous+Night.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024480226096432818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day and night will never stay&lt;br /&gt;All is gone before we know&lt;br /&gt;Love is like it in its play&lt;br /&gt;It will come and give its glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing we sometimes are&lt;br /&gt;With our love and our heart&lt;br /&gt;Either way it's much bizarre&lt;br /&gt;From times it gives its start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing clouds on&lt;br /&gt;Sky will clear too&lt;br /&gt;For we know love's gone&lt;br /&gt;For both me and you&lt;br /&gt;Luminous fires inside&lt;br /&gt;Weightless and its fluky fly&lt;br /&gt;From the moments hide&lt;br /&gt;When love says its goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Going from the ground&lt;br /&gt;Just like dreams of two&lt;br /&gt;Never again be found&lt;br /&gt;Only something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing clouds on&lt;br /&gt;Sky will clear too&lt;br /&gt;For we know love's gone&lt;br /&gt;For both me and you&lt;br /&gt;Luminous fires inside&lt;br /&gt;Weightless and its fluky fly&lt;br /&gt;From the moments hide&lt;br /&gt;When love says its goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Going from the ground&lt;br /&gt;Just like dreams of two&lt;br /&gt;Never again be found&lt;br /&gt;Gone and passed through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720102-5577871544976856179?l=to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com/feeds/5577871544976856179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38720102&amp;postID=5577871544976856179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720102/posts/default/5577871544976856179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720102/posts/default/5577871544976856179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com/2007/01/luminous-night.html' title='Luminous Night'/><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RbqKJRFzxrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/koYuI15EXxI/s72-c/Luminous+Night.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720102.post-1281648440535203075</id><published>2007-01-26T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:51:07.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/Rbo_ThFzxqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PoZJLXG7nhU/s1600-h/Nobody+Knows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/Rbo_ThFzxqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PoZJLXG7nhU/s320/Nobody+Knows.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024397938818008738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows what this love is all for&lt;br /&gt;Nobody feels like this for too long&lt;br /&gt;Life is just living each day for more&lt;br /&gt;Give it its way let it become strong&lt;br /&gt;You lose your heart I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;Nothing becomes out of nothing&lt;br /&gt;Love is for the clouds colors and gray&lt;br /&gt;It’s from there what the inside might bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong what it is&lt;br /&gt;Fruits of dark and somber&lt;br /&gt;Tongues of days that we miss&lt;br /&gt;In the ways of slumber&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be found&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to here and there&lt;br /&gt;Goes around and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper and glue together are true&lt;br /&gt;Securing means to hands that are tied&lt;br /&gt;The feelings behind are all up to you&lt;br /&gt;Falling like drops each time you've tried&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s a prisoner to what they make&lt;br /&gt;Bring down the wall inside your own&lt;br /&gt;Love is a thought some of it will break&lt;br /&gt;Into the ground that it has been sown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong what it is&lt;br /&gt;Fruits of dark and somber&lt;br /&gt;Tongues of days that we miss&lt;br /&gt;In the ways of slumber&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be found&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to here and there&lt;br /&gt;Goes around and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise to the knowledge know how to use it&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will last that comes to fails&lt;br /&gt;Give it best shot and make it to the fit&lt;br /&gt;You are the smith banging up the nails&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong that is your own health&lt;br /&gt;Life is never too easy anyway you try&lt;br /&gt;Secure your own give it some wealth&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge to gain somewhere in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong what it is&lt;br /&gt;Fruits of dark and somber&lt;br /&gt;Tongues of days that we miss&lt;br /&gt;In the ways of slumber&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be found&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to here and there&lt;br /&gt;Goes around and round&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720102-1281648440535203075?l=to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com/feeds/1281648440535203075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38720102&amp;postID=1281648440535203075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720102/posts/default/1281648440535203075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720102/posts/default/1281648440535203075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com/2007/01/nobody-knows.html' title='Nobody Knows'/><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/Rbo_ThFzxqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PoZJLXG7nhU/s72-c/Nobody+Knows.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720102.post-5000966937823749391</id><published>2007-01-24T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T06:44:58.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need to Wake from My Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RbdwhRFzxpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HMLqLhVI7hw/s1600-h/I+Need+to+Wake+from+My+Dream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023607626180839058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RbdwhRFzxpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HMLqLhVI7hw/s320/I+Need+to+Wake+from+My+Dream.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need to Wake from my dream&lt;br /&gt;Time is of reality now&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows and clouds only seem&lt;br /&gt;To vanish somehow&lt;br /&gt;Play with your heart open and new&lt;br /&gt;And never be alone&lt;br /&gt;Each feeling is open to the few&lt;br /&gt;To the world stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise into the freshness here&lt;br /&gt;Each morning awake&lt;br /&gt;Shades and ways colored flair&lt;br /&gt;Each know what they make&lt;br /&gt;Futures are like yearnings&lt;br /&gt;With the wheels moving&lt;br /&gt;Open roads and the turnings&lt;br /&gt;No one down slowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the throbbing heart&lt;br /&gt;The beat that gives and goes&lt;br /&gt;Each and every ones comport&lt;br /&gt;That with my dreams flows&lt;br /&gt;Just like the clouds around&lt;br /&gt;Questions and every notion&lt;br /&gt;That is to be earthbound&lt;br /&gt;From contrasting commotion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720102-5000966937823749391?l=to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com/feeds/5000966937823749391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38720102&amp;postID=5000966937823749391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720102/posts/default/5000966937823749391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720102/posts/default/5000966937823749391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-need-to-wake-from-my-dream.html' title='I Need to Wake from My Dream'/><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RbdwhRFzxpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HMLqLhVI7hw/s72-c/I+Need+to+Wake+from+My+Dream.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720102.post-116964783842096613</id><published>2007-01-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T06:10:38.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Me to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5610/640/1600/387073/From%20Me%20To%20You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5610/640/320/315138/From%20Me%20To%20You.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From me to you&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ways&lt;br /&gt;And some are true&lt;br /&gt;In colors and grays&lt;br /&gt;You have love to give&lt;br /&gt;With a purpose around&lt;br /&gt;Something worthy to live&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are quite close&lt;br /&gt;Each day and night&lt;br /&gt;Its how way goes&lt;br /&gt;Either wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And everything will settle in&lt;br /&gt;With everything we bring&lt;br /&gt;Either way we lose or win&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be queen I'll be king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From me and moments on&lt;br /&gt;Love is in true feelings&lt;br /&gt;Touch this deep till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;In its eternal dealings&lt;br /&gt;From you everything is&lt;br /&gt;To carry it to advance&lt;br /&gt;So much in its quiz&lt;br /&gt;Moments of existence trance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720102-116964783842096613?l=to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com/feeds/116964783842096613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38720102&amp;postID=116964783842096613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720102/posts/default/116964783842096613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720102/posts/default/116964783842096613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar-act-iii.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-me-to-you.html' title='From Me to You'/><author><name>Peter S. 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