<?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-5203302016115553334</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:41:19.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh L. Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'>The Ochoco Review Summer 2007</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshlpoetry607.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203302016115553334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshlpoetry607.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Ochoco Review Summer 2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487467649594525382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5203302016115553334.post-72561951510896237</id><published>2007-06-07T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:08:34.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it&lt;br /&gt;I heard it&lt;br /&gt;I felt it&lt;br /&gt;A cold sweat&lt;br /&gt;Clenching of my teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gun&lt;br /&gt;The bullet&lt;br /&gt;The bang&lt;br /&gt;My spine shivers&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain&lt;br /&gt;The wound&lt;br /&gt;The blood&lt;br /&gt;A tear rolls down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;It’s over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To The Fullest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this kid&lt;br /&gt;Sitting all alone&lt;br /&gt;What is he doing&lt;br /&gt;Who cares&lt;br /&gt;He's a nobody&lt;br /&gt;Now we are...are&lt;br /&gt;Somebodies we...we&lt;br /&gt;define this country and...and we create the essence of this land&lt;br /&gt;it is our land ...our land&lt;br /&gt;but how can you define, create, or own a area of land&lt;br /&gt;how were we created&lt;br /&gt;who cares&lt;br /&gt;we’re here now&lt;br /&gt;right now&lt;br /&gt;we will perish one day&lt;br /&gt;we will die&lt;br /&gt;hopefully you can say that your life was worth living&lt;br /&gt;but you will always question&lt;br /&gt;did I live it to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;well I am here to tell you&lt;br /&gt;it is up to you&lt;br /&gt;all what you do and decide is up to you&lt;br /&gt;no one else&lt;br /&gt;just you&lt;br /&gt;and your heart&lt;br /&gt;if your heart can guide your thoughts then... just then&lt;br /&gt;will you live&lt;br /&gt;and truly live&lt;br /&gt;your life&lt;br /&gt;and no one else’s life&lt;br /&gt;to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;learn to live from your heart and you will be amazing&lt;br /&gt;you will be the essence of what is real here on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, is that too much to take in&lt;br /&gt;no... you can do it&lt;br /&gt;and don't question it&lt;br /&gt;just experience it&lt;br /&gt;and you will and can live to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;of yours and others abilities&lt;br /&gt;you will and can die&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry&lt;br /&gt;you'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;just as long as you live to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;of your abilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5203302016115553334-72561951510896237?l=joshlpoetry607.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshlpoetry607.blogspot.com/feeds/72561951510896237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5203302016115553334&amp;postID=72561951510896237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203302016115553334/posts/default/72561951510896237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5203302016115553334/posts/default/72561951510896237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshlpoetry607.blogspot.com/2007/06/death-i-saw-it-i-heard-it-i-felt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ochoco Review Summer 2007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487467649594525382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
