<?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-4567758008678386687</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:07:12.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of a Thinker</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-123237354454847365</id><published>2011-07-14T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:51:52.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s Behind a Smile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;friend committed suicide recently. No one saw it coming. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice my frown &lt;br /&gt;As I walked around with my head hanging down&lt;br /&gt;You say get over it, there are other fish in the sea&lt;br /&gt;But in my love sick mind she was made especially for me&lt;br /&gt;God thank you for this gift finally&lt;br /&gt;A series of unfortunate events that makes my life well spent seem worthless&lt;br /&gt;According to God’s law life was supposed to be better than this&lt;br /&gt;He will never put more on you than you can bear, at least that’s what they say&lt;br /&gt;If that’s the case then why did He take my family away&lt;br /&gt;My wife, my kids….. I made them my world and now the memory seems distant&lt;br /&gt;So much for a life well spent&lt;br /&gt;I went looking for a job today. The man said there’s no work&lt;br /&gt;"I’ll call you when I have something I think you deserve"&lt;br /&gt;For a quick second I imagined murder but drove home instead&lt;br /&gt;I thought about what would happen if I made the traffic light green when it really was red&lt;br /&gt;A five car pile up wouldn’t guarantee my death&lt;br /&gt;So I go home and ask myself what’s really left&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with my mother about my fatality&lt;br /&gt;"Son think about your family," that’s what she said to me&lt;br /&gt;All I could think was…. Momma you don’t see it but I’m probably better off dead&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I got on my knees and prayed by my bed&lt;br /&gt;Lord what about the promises You made&lt;br /&gt;You said my good deeds wouldn’t go unpaid&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do right but what has that done&lt;br /&gt;I took a boy in need and made him my son&lt;br /&gt;I fathered two kids and gave them a home&lt;br /&gt;I loved a bitch and she left me alone&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do right against probability&lt;br /&gt;As hard as I try I see no possibility&lt;br /&gt;I know what I’ll do…..take their advice and wait for it to pass &lt;br /&gt;As I tossed and turned satan crossed my path&lt;br /&gt;“I have an option to end all this pain&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never have to worry about your situation again&lt;br /&gt;Here is a rope a noose and a chair&lt;br /&gt;What’s the hold up? The back porch is right there&lt;br /&gt;Take control of your heartache….. let His will be done&lt;br /&gt;Hanging is less painful than use of a gun”&lt;br /&gt;I rose from my bed at 5 in the morn&lt;br /&gt;No consideration for the damage I’d done&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to think twice about the grief it would cause &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t remember the consequence of God’s laws&lt;br /&gt;An act of desperation to end it all &lt;br /&gt;Ultimately led to a major downfall&lt;br /&gt;As I tightened the noose, placed my feet on the chair&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I was happy to end the despair&lt;br /&gt;No pain no agony no regrets for my past&lt;br /&gt;I said a final prayer for this breath was my last&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for giving me life&lt;br /&gt;I now say goodbye to the anguish and strife&lt;br /&gt;To momma take care, please keep my family strong &lt;br /&gt;To my cousins and brothers just try to hold on&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never understand because I cared not to share&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reach out but no one was there&lt;br /&gt;I’m not holding you responsible for not hearing my voice&lt;br /&gt;I let darkness consume me, that was my choice&lt;br /&gt;One last request and I know this is foul&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate what’s&amp;nbsp;behind a man's smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-123237354454847365?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/123237354454847365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-behind-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/123237354454847365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/123237354454847365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-behind-smile.html' title='What’s Behind a Smile?'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-3190192862960616585</id><published>2010-10-09T23:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:32:53.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me and a friend were playing around so I asked to give me a word and I'll write on it. His response was Honeymoon and Dreams. I combined both and this is what I came up with.&amp;nbsp;And the poem won a poetry&amp;nbsp;contest!!! 11.3.10 My first&amp;nbsp;win and I am so proud. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/TNGWY7LLX8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/cuUOcufmhlw/s1600/contestwinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/TNGWY7LLX8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/cuUOcufmhlw/s320/contestwinner.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we spoke our vows&lt;br /&gt;We woke up today in bliss&lt;br /&gt;The clear blue sky where the sun arises&lt;br /&gt;No honeymoon is grander than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room service at eight in a four star hotel&lt;br /&gt;The Hilton to be exact&lt;br /&gt;Ocean view on the penthouse floor&lt;br /&gt;With designer robes to match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at nine massages at ten&lt;br /&gt;The limo arrived at eleven&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day shopping for gowns and tuxedos &lt;br /&gt;For our five star meal at seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our dinner and ballroom dance&lt;br /&gt;We made love on our luxury covers&lt;br /&gt;Candlelit bath, we both are so happy&lt;br /&gt;Thanking God we have each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then fell asleep in paradise&lt;br /&gt;Awakened by reality’s alarm&lt;br /&gt;We weren’t on an island, we weren’t at the Hilton&lt;br /&gt;I stared silently as I lay in his arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no clear sky or limousines&lt;br /&gt;No spas or massages at ten&lt;br /&gt;No luxury covers or designer robes&lt;br /&gt;There’s no penthouse at the Red Roof Inn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our shotgun wedding at the courtroom’s alter&lt;br /&gt;No invitations, groomsmen or brides&lt;br /&gt;No flights out of town or wedding receptions&lt;br /&gt;This was all his money could buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night’s stay with checkout at twelve&lt;br /&gt;My dream honeymoon didn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to slap him but then I remembered &lt;br /&gt;True love is more precious than bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-3190192862960616585?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3190192862960616585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2010/10/honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/3190192862960616585'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-6073845169466325442</id><published>2010-07-08T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:30:53.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely But Not Alone</title><content type='html'>At times I feel God is playing games with me&lt;br /&gt;I may have His grace but I question mercy&lt;br /&gt;I pray for black and he sends white my way&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I leave but I'm forced to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wants and desires to do something huge&lt;br /&gt;But obstacles and setbacks are my only refuge&lt;br /&gt;I spend all my time thinking positive things&lt;br /&gt;I believe in His word and the promises it brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadness creeps in; so does pain and heartache&lt;br /&gt;I try to be strong but how much can one take&lt;br /&gt;They say let it go, be patient, move on&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a human and sometimes not so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind of the married won’t understand my blues&lt;br /&gt;They have love and companionship to go home to&lt;br /&gt;The world of the lonely is more independent&lt;br /&gt;Every episode in life is spent unattended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point in complaining it won’t change a thing&lt;br /&gt;Dismiss thoughts of marriage and wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;Convincing all others that your life is just fine&lt;br /&gt;Having a mate is no way to define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun starts to set and you’re all tucked in&lt;br /&gt;It’s when you’re alone that the grieving begins&lt;br /&gt;You think of your day and play back the events&lt;br /&gt;Identifying each moment and how it was spent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you feel thankful, you start to feel down&lt;br /&gt;Looking for company but no one is around&lt;br /&gt;Tossing and turning you finally admit&lt;br /&gt;Alone is one thing but lonely is different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an advantage, don’t misunderstand&lt;br /&gt;You have total freedom when you don’t have a man&lt;br /&gt;You eat when you want and clean as you go&lt;br /&gt;You learn who you are and you’re able to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other situation there is a downfall&lt;br /&gt;When you’ve had a hard day there’s no one to call&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are attached, they don’t have the time&lt;br /&gt;They’re no longer single, their blues ain’t like mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of alone you’re forced to look up&lt;br /&gt;You need His friendship so you won’t give up&lt;br /&gt;They all have their mates but Lord where is mine&lt;br /&gt;“Be patient my child, he’ll come in due time”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I am able to rest&lt;br /&gt;It’s not playing games but only a test&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel lonely but you have to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Know who you are and keep pressing on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows our desires for He placed them there&lt;br /&gt;All of His children are in His care&lt;br /&gt;Because of His grace I find peace on my own&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel lonely but I’m never alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-6073845169466325442?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/6073845169466325442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2010/07/lonely-but-not-alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/6073845169466325442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/6073845169466325442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2010/07/lonely-but-not-alone.html' title='Lonely But Not Alone'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-5610495967049619302</id><published>2010-06-24T16:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T10:05:44.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Higher She</title><content type='html'>It's the simplest aspects of life that inspire me&lt;br /&gt;Anomalous concepts, thoughts, ideas and feelings &lt;br /&gt;To record through pen but I just havent been &lt;br /&gt;Motivated or in the mood &lt;br /&gt;To do anything, not even share food for thought &lt;br /&gt;Or any of the other things that I have been taught&lt;br /&gt;Chains of hindrance got the best of me &lt;br /&gt;But I escaped and finally I broke free&lt;br /&gt;No longer bound by the world's idea of reality &lt;br /&gt;But lost in my own sea &lt;br /&gt;Of truth, often revisiting my years of youth &lt;br /&gt;Without regret &lt;br /&gt;And I feel good that I no longer shed tears of joy or sorrow &lt;br /&gt;For certain instances of my past&lt;br /&gt;Instead now I can think freely and laugh &lt;br /&gt;Because I have evolved and grown &lt;br /&gt;And I no longer try to live this life on my own&lt;br /&gt;Instead I read and seek &lt;br /&gt;Ways to get closer to the supernatural force that drives me&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me to keep striving because I know he's residing and &lt;br /&gt;Providing knowledge and wisdom &lt;br /&gt;So I can be the higher she&lt;br /&gt;The she whom He created me to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-5610495967049619302?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/5610495967049619302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2010/06/higher-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/5610495967049619302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/5610495967049619302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2010/06/higher-she.html' title='The Higher She'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-5273131147130807403</id><published>2010-03-11T15:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:25:08.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>Overly practicing hypocrisy &lt;br /&gt;Contradicting what you preach &lt;br /&gt;Labeling yourself a Christian &lt;br /&gt;But going against all that you teach &lt;br /&gt;Let’s discuss religious rules &lt;br /&gt;Bending them to work for you &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you were self righteous &lt;br /&gt;But today you seem confused &lt;br /&gt;From the scriptures you profess &lt;br /&gt;To the words you manifest &lt;br /&gt;Although you claim your way is right &lt;br /&gt;You’re still a sinner nonetheless &lt;br /&gt;You’re only saved because of grace &lt;br /&gt;Yet you try to win the race &lt;br /&gt;When did conviction become a game &lt;br /&gt;False examples and saving face &lt;br /&gt;Are you hiding behind belief &lt;br /&gt;Keep it real and spare the grief &lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ll argue all your flaws &lt;br /&gt;And leave you craving for relief &lt;br /&gt;Are you sure hell’s not your home &lt;br /&gt;With all the nonsense you condone &lt;br /&gt;You tried your best to convince me &lt;br /&gt;I know your thoughts when you’re alone &lt;br /&gt;Heavenly father where is my blessing &lt;br /&gt;Are those the words that you’re confessing &lt;br /&gt;Where is all your religious faith &lt;br /&gt;Once the devil gets to testing&lt;br /&gt;But when I go against the grain &lt;br /&gt;You’re quick to judge and rearrange &lt;br /&gt;Fast in condemning my train of thought &lt;br /&gt;Arbitrating in His name &lt;br /&gt;How dare you attack my way of living &lt;br /&gt;When your heart is unforgiving &lt;br /&gt;Imposing artificial beliefs &lt;br /&gt;Did you forget that’s also sinning? &lt;br /&gt;But since you worship that doesn’t apply &lt;br /&gt;You break the rules then justify &lt;br /&gt;You sin first then ask for mercy &lt;br /&gt;I guess the measures don’t apply &lt;br /&gt;Does that give you an open pass? &lt;br /&gt;And now you think you’re free at last &lt;br /&gt;Go to church just for routine &lt;br /&gt;Even Jesus has to laugh &lt;br /&gt;The most repulsive group of topics&lt;br /&gt;Religion, race and politics&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just agree to disagree&lt;br /&gt;And stay away from hypocrites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-5273131147130807403?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/5273131147130807403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2010/03/hypocrisy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/5273131147130807403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/5273131147130807403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2010/03/hypocrisy.html' title='Hypocrisy'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-7917205849523180677</id><published>2010-02-12T00:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:26:19.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>Imagine life without colors&lt;br /&gt;A hood with no struggles&lt;br /&gt;A world with no hate &lt;br /&gt;Or people killing each other&lt;br /&gt;Imagine poverty with no hunger&lt;br /&gt;Storms with no thunder&lt;br /&gt;Life without death&lt;br /&gt;No souls six feet under&lt;br /&gt;Imagine perfection everyday&lt;br /&gt;Hearts that don’t break&lt;br /&gt;A life without pain &lt;br /&gt;And decisions with no mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Imagine crack heads with no drugs&lt;br /&gt;Street wars with no thugs&lt;br /&gt;Love with no affection&lt;br /&gt;No kisses or hugs&lt;br /&gt;Imagine wants but no needs&lt;br /&gt;Products with no seeds&lt;br /&gt;Original duplications&lt;br /&gt;And only pure breeds&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a world with no lies&lt;br /&gt;Tears with soft cries&lt;br /&gt;Only joyous occasions&lt;br /&gt;And doves that don’t fly&lt;br /&gt;Imagine truth with no fear&lt;br /&gt;And ears that don’t hear&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that can’t see&lt;br /&gt;And malls with no Sears&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a brain with no smarts&lt;br /&gt;Blood with no hearts&lt;br /&gt;Limbs with no veins &lt;br /&gt;And aims with no darts&lt;br /&gt;Imagine winter with no wind&lt;br /&gt;A life without friends&lt;br /&gt;No sisterly love&lt;br /&gt;And rules that don’t bend&lt;br /&gt;Imagine no shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;Disillusioned X rays&lt;br /&gt;Insufficient opinions &lt;br /&gt;And nights with no days&lt;br /&gt;Imagine life without beauty&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime with no sleep&lt;br /&gt;A world with no trust &lt;br /&gt;And no secrets to keep&lt;br /&gt;Imagine money without power&lt;br /&gt;Minutes without hours&lt;br /&gt;Seconds without minutes&lt;br /&gt;Cell phones with no towers&lt;br /&gt;Imagine speaking without words&lt;br /&gt;Nests with no birds&lt;br /&gt;Life with no purpose &lt;br /&gt;And nouns without verbs&lt;br /&gt;Imagine teachers with no schools&lt;br /&gt;And paying no dues&lt;br /&gt;Success without pressure&lt;br /&gt;Mysteries without clues&lt;br /&gt;Imagine arrangement with disorder&lt;br /&gt;Dimes without quarters&lt;br /&gt;Life without breathing&lt;br /&gt;And fountains with no water&lt;br /&gt;Imagine personality without flaws&lt;br /&gt;Criminals with no laws&lt;br /&gt;Anger without control&lt;br /&gt;And a beast with no claws&lt;br /&gt;Imagine imagining &lt;br /&gt;Without using imagination&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what God would do &lt;br /&gt;Without His finest creation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-7917205849523180677?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/7917205849523180677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2010/02/man.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/7917205849523180677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/7917205849523180677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2010/02/man.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-4518702189185088184</id><published>2009-11-13T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:34:15.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You: A Dedication to My Love</title><content type='html'>Thank you for taking me as I am. &lt;br /&gt;It feels good to find acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for appreciating what I have to offer. &lt;br /&gt;It&amp;nbsp;reminds me of my value.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for recognizing my talents. &lt;br /&gt;It's great to feel acknowledged.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your words of encouragement. &lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful having support.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the safety hazards. &lt;br /&gt;Women like to feel protected.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for understanding. &lt;br /&gt;It's a relief to feel understood.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being honest. &lt;br /&gt;It helps me learn to trust.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for saying "You're a writer." &lt;br /&gt;It shows that you believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing your innermost thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;It creates a closer bond.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;It's allows room for growth.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for opening your heart. &lt;br /&gt;It's a path for the experience of love.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being you. &lt;br /&gt;It brings out the best in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-4518702189185088184?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-1127831823442150650</id><published>2009-10-04T22:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:49:33.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And So I Write</title><content type='html'>Right now I feel up&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel down&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel blue&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm all smiles&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm torn between&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong and&lt;br /&gt;What feels right&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm inspired to write&lt;br /&gt;Most days I see hope&lt;br /&gt;My soul is at peace&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;With sadness and grief&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling attacked&lt;br /&gt;And have a need to fight&lt;br /&gt;Instead of throwing stones&lt;br /&gt;I sit down and I write&lt;br /&gt;Some days I may sing&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel so high&lt;br /&gt;The sky is my limit&lt;br /&gt;And I reach for the sky&lt;br /&gt;No one can touch me&lt;br /&gt;I have control of my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm bold and confident&lt;br /&gt;In everything that I write&lt;br /&gt;As fast as it comes&lt;br /&gt;That's how fast it will go&lt;br /&gt;I hold it together&lt;br /&gt;So no one will know&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by friends&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;I still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;So I sit down and I write&lt;br /&gt;I figure things out&lt;br /&gt;And fight with myself&lt;br /&gt;Unresolved issues&lt;br /&gt;I place on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;I need to loosen up&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too uptight&lt;br /&gt;To gather my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I take time and I write&lt;br /&gt;In love and in war&lt;br /&gt;I feel most confused&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel cherished&lt;br /&gt;Other times I feel used&lt;br /&gt;I want the real thing&lt;br /&gt;To be held late at night&lt;br /&gt;I long for those moments&lt;br /&gt;So I fantasize as I write&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;No more bondage or chains&lt;br /&gt;Content with myself&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to remain&lt;br /&gt;When the world is unfair&lt;br /&gt;I display my dislikes&lt;br /&gt;I get so discouraged&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I write&lt;br /&gt;I know there's a plan&lt;br /&gt;With my heart I believe&lt;br /&gt;Bless me with wisdom&lt;br /&gt;So I can receive&lt;br /&gt;I deserve all the blessings&lt;br /&gt;I'll get them despite&lt;br /&gt;Roadblocks and speed bumps&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue to write&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-1127831823442150650?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/1127831823442150650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-8646663568727728685</id><published>2009-10-04T01:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:56:55.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cry</title><content type='html'>When I want to shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Because of all the things I fear&lt;br /&gt;The pain that comes with rejection&lt;br /&gt;Being led in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;To give love and to receive&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming uncertainties&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments that come with life&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be treated right&lt;br /&gt;To live a life with no regrets&lt;br /&gt;What you give is what you get&lt;br /&gt;From the world I want to hide&lt;br /&gt;At times I keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;I think it's healthy to release&lt;br /&gt;Hoping truth will set me free&lt;br /&gt;When it doesn't I feel deprived&lt;br /&gt;And then I start to cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-8646663568727728685?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8646663568727728685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/8646663568727728685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/8646663568727728685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cry.html' title='I Cry'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-7041511330992813123</id><published>2009-09-29T15:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:25:30.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I won another contest and the poem will feature in the 2010 Anthology of best poets for the year. I am so thankful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/TOFsfsScejI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LIfMsCqDPCE/s1600/op.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/TOFsfsScejI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LIfMsCqDPCE/s400/op.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember why we separated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And why I have no regrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember it’s always easy to forgive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But not as easy to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember being in his presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yet I still felt all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember asking why is he here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m doing everything on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember doing all the work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While he reaped the benefits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember being good to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But he didn’t appreciate it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember holding conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hoping to be heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember how he brushed me off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And didn’t listen to one word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember all the times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I felt completely misunderstood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember thinking why do I try?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It does neither of us any good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember discussing a possible future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our plans, my goals and views&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember him showing no interest at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He doesn’t think the way I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember trying to voice my concerns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Making it clear that I was bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember the day I got fed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sick and tired of being ignored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember thinking to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That warning was his last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember how he was once a present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now a product of my past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember thinking enough is enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shall argue no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember the day I packed my things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And headed for the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember the way he stared at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With sadness in his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember leaving peacefully and thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is he surprised?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember all the fear I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After making my decision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember when loneliness set in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It wasn’t an easy transition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember getting accustomed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To doing things on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember gaining the peace of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That comes with being alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember the sense of pride I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I got my life on track&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember when I walked away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was no looking back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember the day he called me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Trying to redeem himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember breaking the news to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;“I’ve moved on with someone else.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember all my efforts and energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That’s why I have no regrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember it was just as easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To forgive, to move on and to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-7041511330992813123?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/7041511330992813123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/7041511330992813123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/7041511330992813123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-remember.html' title='I Remember'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/TOFsfsScejI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LIfMsCqDPCE/s72-c/op.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-6211629768032992895</id><published>2009-09-29T15:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:52:29.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast is Hungry Tonight</title><content type='html'>Tonight the beast is hungry &lt;br /&gt;And his victim aims to please&lt;br /&gt;She cooks a hearty dinner&lt;br /&gt;With the hopes he will receive&lt;br /&gt;As he walks through the door&lt;br /&gt;She prays for a good night&lt;br /&gt;Hoping his day was pleasant&lt;br /&gt;And he's in no mood to fight&lt;br /&gt;She greets him with a hug&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy was she wrong&lt;br /&gt;His violent temper flares&lt;br /&gt;And his back hand is strong&lt;br /&gt;As he sits down for dinner&lt;br /&gt;She seeks approval and consent&lt;br /&gt;Instead she's faced with criticism&lt;br /&gt;And her efforts were dismissed&lt;br /&gt;She failed to smell the alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Lurking from his breath&lt;br /&gt;His tone was filled with anger&lt;br /&gt;As he pushed her to the left&lt;br /&gt;He throws the dinner to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Then shakes her with full force&lt;br /&gt;His stare is filled with hatred&lt;br /&gt;And his soul has no remorse&lt;br /&gt;The beast is now annoyed&lt;br /&gt;And he's focused on his prey&lt;br /&gt;He releases all his anger&lt;br /&gt;And frustrations of his day&lt;br /&gt;She's accustomed to this behavior&lt;br /&gt;As he shoves her to the rug&lt;br /&gt;She confuses all his anger&lt;br /&gt;And mistakes it for his love&lt;br /&gt;What she fails to realize is&lt;br /&gt;Her son has witnessed it all&lt;br /&gt;The result of this behavior &lt;br /&gt;Will serve as his downfall&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he won't repeat the actions&lt;br /&gt;Of the angry beast&lt;br /&gt;She prays he'll find a different way&lt;br /&gt;To channel and release&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this she still holds on&lt;br /&gt;Confusing love with misery&lt;br /&gt;Although it did cross her mind&lt;br /&gt;To kill him in his sleep&lt;br /&gt;Torn between fear and love &lt;br /&gt;There's no escape for her distress&lt;br /&gt;So after another violent night &lt;br /&gt;She allows the beast to rest&lt;br /&gt;She thinks not of the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;She suffers this abuse&lt;br /&gt;Instead she thinks of ways to hide&lt;br /&gt;And makes up an excuse&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll fix a better meal&lt;br /&gt;My actions I'll rearrange&lt;br /&gt;No matter what she chooses to do&lt;br /&gt;The beast will never change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-6211629768032992895?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/6211629768032992895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/09/beast-is-hungry-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/6211629768032992895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/6211629768032992895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/09/beast-is-hungry-tonight.html' title='The Beast is Hungry Tonight'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-8535004171425020341</id><published>2009-09-18T13:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:24:14.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Television</title><content type='html'>What's up with the controversy&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment and celebrities&lt;br /&gt;Unacceptable conduct from athletes&lt;br /&gt;Distasteful rapper's discrepancies&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Joe Wilson&lt;br /&gt;What world is he living in&lt;br /&gt;Shouting "Lie" to the president&lt;br /&gt;Is that how Republicans represent?&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the next&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West and his mess&lt;br /&gt;Disrespectful on the stage&lt;br /&gt;Is that how he was raised?&lt;br /&gt;Let's put the other one on blast&lt;br /&gt;Serena Williams showing her ass&lt;br /&gt;On the court acting out&lt;br /&gt;Is that what tennis is about?&lt;br /&gt;And what about Michael Vick&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I would forget?&lt;br /&gt;Did he have to kill those dogs?&lt;br /&gt;He paid the price for breaking laws&lt;br /&gt;And how about the president&lt;br /&gt;Off the records but talking shit&lt;br /&gt;Calling Kanye out his name&lt;br /&gt;Is that a way of reflecting change?&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston welcome back&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to see you're back on track&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Brown you tried to blame&lt;br /&gt;Is that the a way to clear your name?&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown... don't get me started&lt;br /&gt;Your image is rightfully tarnished&lt;br /&gt;You struck a woman with bare hands&lt;br /&gt;But let me see you&amp;nbsp;strike a man&lt;br /&gt;To criticize is in our nature&lt;br /&gt;We don't approve of the behavior&lt;br /&gt;But I will say in their defense&lt;br /&gt;They may be famous but still humans&lt;br /&gt;They make mistakes like you and I&lt;br /&gt;But their mishaps are televised&lt;br /&gt;We have no right to condemn&lt;br /&gt;It's not our jobs to punish them&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Joe Wilson may be a racist&lt;br /&gt;Let's not pretend it doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West, he crossed the line&lt;br /&gt;It's clear his issues are undefined&lt;br /&gt;Serena Williams that's not the way&lt;br /&gt;Don't place emotions on display&lt;br /&gt;Michael Vick, he did the crime&lt;br /&gt;Two years in prison, he did his time&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Obama, that's your belief&lt;br /&gt;We're all entitled to freedom of speech&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston, we still love you&lt;br /&gt;He's not responsible for what you choose&lt;br /&gt;To beat your woman, it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown, there's no defense&lt;br /&gt;In the end we're all the same&lt;br /&gt;Most are ordinary, others have fame&lt;br /&gt;But with the fame there comes a price&lt;br /&gt;None of us are Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;We all condemn without the prize&lt;br /&gt;But who are we to criticize&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so hard on others&lt;br /&gt;Let's learn to forgive one another&lt;br /&gt;Controversy and foolish decisions&lt;br /&gt;That's the beauty of television&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-8535004171425020341?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8535004171425020341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/09/beauty-of-television.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/8535004171425020341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/8535004171425020341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/09/beauty-of-television.html' title='The Beauty of Television'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-1806532544207380263</id><published>2009-09-18T13:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:24:28.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vision</title><content type='html'>Long steamy showers&lt;br /&gt;Conversation for hours&lt;br /&gt;With the kids at the park&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands after dark&lt;br /&gt;I bought a gift just because&lt;br /&gt;It's a token of my love&lt;br /&gt;A new tattoo on my left cheek&lt;br /&gt;Just for you, exclusively&lt;br /&gt;Let's adopt a new pastime&lt;br /&gt;Horseback riding or mountain climb&lt;br /&gt;A week's vacation would be nice&lt;br /&gt;Pick the place, I'll book the flight&lt;br /&gt;Nurture you in the name of love&lt;br /&gt;Life knocks you down I'll lift you up&lt;br /&gt;Had a long day, just need a break&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you time; respect your space&lt;br /&gt;Let's take the boys, go for a drive&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the views and quality time&lt;br /&gt;It's too routine, let's add some spice&lt;br /&gt;Hit the casinos and roll some dice&lt;br /&gt;A new addition to our world&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations it's a girl&lt;br /&gt;Thanking God for sending you&lt;br /&gt;Show gratitude for all you do&lt;br /&gt;Creative measures, I'll be the first&lt;br /&gt;To give you all that you deserve&lt;br /&gt;Making it work, an easy decision&lt;br /&gt;Our lives together; this is my vision&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-1806532544207380263?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/1806532544207380263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-3444030653871441245</id><published>2009-09-08T15:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:24:28.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>Energy&lt;br /&gt;Transferred between two&lt;br /&gt;It's referred to as chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar? I feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Mutual attraction&lt;br /&gt;Sexual satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Mental stimulation&lt;br /&gt;Strictly conversation&lt;br /&gt;Powerful and intense&lt;br /&gt;What an experience&lt;br /&gt;No matter the distance&lt;br /&gt;I want you all up in this&lt;br /&gt;Is it all in my mind? Well...&lt;br /&gt;They say love is blind&lt;br /&gt;But what about desire?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you damn sure light my fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-3444030653871441245?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3444030653871441245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/09/satisfaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/3444030653871441245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/3444030653871441245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/09/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-6134707103983983523</id><published>2009-07-28T18:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:59:44.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When is It Going to Be My Time?</title><content type='html'>Frustration &lt;br /&gt;With my lack of education&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to dating&lt;br /&gt;Ceased elevation&lt;br /&gt;I continue to regress&lt;br /&gt;When is it going to be my time&lt;br /&gt;When will I find happiness&lt;br /&gt;Hesitation&lt;br /&gt;With my career’s gravitation&lt;br /&gt;Lack of motivation&lt;br /&gt;Blemished determination &lt;br /&gt;Fear of rejection causes me to digress&lt;br /&gt;When’s it going to be my time&lt;br /&gt;When will I find success&lt;br /&gt;Issues&lt;br /&gt;Past hurts and scarred tissues&lt;br /&gt;Try taking a scroll in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Constantly judged and misconstrued&lt;br /&gt;Resentment causes me to have the blues&lt;br /&gt;When is it going to be my time&lt;br /&gt;I thought I paid all my dues&lt;br /&gt;Hoping&lt;br /&gt;To mend all that is broken&lt;br /&gt;For doors to finally open&lt;br /&gt;No more grunting and groping&lt;br /&gt;Does a life of bliss exist&lt;br /&gt;When is it going to be my time&lt;br /&gt;When will I find a purpose&lt;br /&gt;I pray&lt;br /&gt;For a happy ending one day&lt;br /&gt;Restitution for all the dues I paid&lt;br /&gt;A blessing for the foundations I laid&lt;br /&gt;For healing to come my way&lt;br /&gt;I pray for a peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Lord when is it going to be my time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-6134707103983983523?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/6134707103983983523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-is-it-going-to-be-my-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/6134707103983983523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/6134707103983983523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-is-it-going-to-be-my-time.html' title='When is It Going to Be My Time?'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-1372346577884867285</id><published>2009-06-23T16:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:49:20.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seasons of Life</title><content type='html'>Wasted winter days&lt;br /&gt;Focused on the cold&lt;br /&gt;Missed the beauty &lt;br /&gt;That came with the snow&lt;br /&gt;Whining, complaining&lt;br /&gt;How long will it last&lt;br /&gt;The season has changed&lt;br /&gt;Winter’s your past&lt;br /&gt;It’s finally spring&lt;br /&gt;No more cold winter nights&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in full bloom&lt;br /&gt;And your future seems bright&lt;br /&gt;You don’t miss the snow&lt;br /&gt;But you’re sick of the rain&lt;br /&gt;You could seize the moment&lt;br /&gt;But instead you complain&lt;br /&gt;As the degrees grow hotter &lt;br /&gt;And the rain disappears&lt;br /&gt;Your season has changed &lt;br /&gt;And summer is here&lt;br /&gt;The world’s filled with beauty&lt;br /&gt;As the sun shines its rays&lt;br /&gt;No rain, no snow&lt;br /&gt;Just bright sunny days&lt;br /&gt;You could take a swim&lt;br /&gt;Or a summer retreat&lt;br /&gt;You make countless excuses&lt;br /&gt;Blame it all on the heat&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes in hiding &lt;br /&gt;As the moon takes its place&lt;br /&gt;The leaves change their colors&lt;br /&gt;No blinding sun rays&lt;br /&gt;The days are now windy&lt;br /&gt;But your trees still stand tall&lt;br /&gt;No heat, no snow&lt;br /&gt;You’re now in the fall&lt;br /&gt;You take a moment&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax&lt;br /&gt;As you pause for the beauty &lt;br /&gt;You start to think back&lt;br /&gt;You remember last winter&lt;br /&gt;The storm was so great&lt;br /&gt;You couldn’t see spring&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t appreciate&lt;br /&gt;You were stuck in your shell&lt;br /&gt;Filled with negative thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Your season had changed&lt;br /&gt;But you still felt lost&lt;br /&gt;Spring slowly approached &lt;br /&gt;And though it looked brighter&lt;br /&gt;Not once did you notice&lt;br /&gt;Your load was now lighter&lt;br /&gt;You asked for the spring&lt;br /&gt;But when it appeared&lt;br /&gt;You complained that the rain&lt;br /&gt;Would soon disappear&lt;br /&gt;Summer came quickly&lt;br /&gt;No more days of gloom&lt;br /&gt;Your storm had vanished&lt;br /&gt;And no signs of doom&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn’t enough&lt;br /&gt;You wasted your days&lt;br /&gt;Hid from the beauty &lt;br /&gt;Criticized the sun’s rays&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it struck you&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have peace&lt;br /&gt;Value each season&lt;br /&gt;For they all bring relief&lt;br /&gt;The storm of the winter&lt;br /&gt;Brought you some pain&lt;br /&gt;The snow was replaced&lt;br /&gt;By the spring's constant rain&lt;br /&gt;You stepped in the puddles&lt;br /&gt;And wet were your feet&lt;br /&gt;Your puddles removed&lt;br /&gt;By the summer strapping heat&lt;br /&gt;It started out painful&lt;br /&gt;But you now understand&lt;br /&gt;Life is like seasons&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all in His plan&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for storms&lt;br /&gt;For snow, rain and heat&lt;br /&gt;They are all components &lt;br /&gt;To conquer defeat&lt;br /&gt;Instead of complaining&lt;br /&gt;Try seizing the day&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the transition &lt;br /&gt;Let God have His way&lt;br /&gt;Each season has elements&lt;br /&gt;But none of them last&lt;br /&gt;Life is transition&lt;br /&gt;And this too shall pass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-1372346577884867285?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-7339073944242525308</id><published>2009-06-06T22:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:24:28.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Aint Got to Like It</title><content type='html'>You can call me jazzy&lt;br /&gt;Damn right I'm sassy&lt;br /&gt;It aint my problem &lt;br /&gt;If you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;Intimidated by my content&lt;br /&gt;I dont need your consent&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am&lt;br /&gt;And dammit you aint got to like it&lt;br /&gt;Are you offended by my words&lt;br /&gt;Does my opinion have you disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;Not my problem, you can love it or hate it&lt;br /&gt;But my thoughts wont go unheard&lt;br /&gt;It requires too much energy&lt;br /&gt;Constantly explaining me&lt;br /&gt;I'm done rearranging me&lt;br /&gt;And you aint got to like me&lt;br /&gt;Is my personality too much &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m too tough &lt;br /&gt;Don’t like what I’m saying?&lt;br /&gt;Just know that it’s enough&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to replicate&lt;br /&gt;Only once will I state&lt;br /&gt;Untouched by the hate&lt;br /&gt;Others attempt to duplicate&lt;br /&gt;But I come correct&lt;br /&gt;My persona you will respect&lt;br /&gt;The weak often reject&lt;br /&gt;My mode and intellect&lt;br /&gt;I’m fierce by my own right&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;I’m like a full moon&lt;br /&gt;On a mid summer’s night&lt;br /&gt;The thunder from my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Is like an iron lung&lt;br /&gt;I have a habit of stinging &lt;br /&gt;Where most can’t be stung&lt;br /&gt;It’s like fuel to my fire&lt;br /&gt;And many can’t ignite&lt;br /&gt;I might say I’m misunderstood &lt;br /&gt;But I wasn’t created for you to like&lt;br /&gt;I admire my confidence&lt;br /&gt;You confuse it with arrogance&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I gave a damn &lt;br /&gt;But now I don’t give a shit&lt;br /&gt;I don’t live for your prediction&lt;br /&gt;That’s your own inhibition&lt;br /&gt;I’m cool with how I’m livin'&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t try to fit in&lt;br /&gt;I’m just being myself&lt;br /&gt;For you, I won't disguise it&lt;br /&gt;Call me complex or complicated&lt;br /&gt;But you aint got to like it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-7339073944242525308?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/7339073944242525308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-can-call-me-jazzy-damn-right-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>I thought it was love on that blissful day&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful feeling I felt&lt;br /&gt;He broke my heart. This cant be love!&lt;br /&gt;So I replaced him with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;The other time I thought I cared&lt;br /&gt;Told myself repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;That wasn’t love but infatuation&lt;br /&gt;With what he could do for me&lt;br /&gt;And how about that one time&lt;br /&gt;I made a serious commitment&lt;br /&gt;But instead of pain I felt relief&lt;br /&gt;When the relationship finally ended&lt;br /&gt;I can remember the one after that&lt;br /&gt;His swag had me totally shook&lt;br /&gt;But reality set in and it wasn’t love&lt;br /&gt;I was mesmerized by his looks&lt;br /&gt;I dated this one guy with a passion for fashion&lt;br /&gt;I admired his sense of trend&lt;br /&gt;I started to noticed with each passing moment&lt;br /&gt;We had similar taste in men&lt;br /&gt;The other one; I shut him down&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make my house his home&lt;br /&gt;Eating my food, increasing my bills&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to see him gone!&lt;br /&gt;I then met Mr. Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;He sent roses for every event&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t love him &amp;amp; wasn’t attracted&lt;br /&gt;To anything more than his gifts&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with a playa; we went on a date&lt;br /&gt;I knew he wasn’t the one&lt;br /&gt;That sure wasn’t love but I enjoyed the challenge&lt;br /&gt;Winning his game was fun&lt;br /&gt;Are these my options? Is this what love is?&lt;br /&gt;Why is dating so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that dating is simple&lt;br /&gt;Or as difficult as we choose to make it&lt;br /&gt;So I made a decision, my guard’s going up&lt;br /&gt;I’m keeping my standards on high&lt;br /&gt;No more games or false impressions&lt;br /&gt;No more wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for a change, a new resolution&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking a dating hiatus&lt;br /&gt;Single, alone, content and in peace&lt;br /&gt;“Not Looking” is my new status&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-2857136798399781198?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/2857136798399781198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-looking-for-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/2857136798399781198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/2857136798399781198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-looking-for-love.html' title='Not Looking for Love'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-2236049264283542973</id><published>2009-05-05T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:24:28.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma Doesn't Sleep</title><content type='html'>I smiled on the inside&lt;br /&gt;When I heard your bad news&lt;br /&gt;She broke your heart &amp;amp; left you lonely&lt;br /&gt;Feeling stupid and confused&lt;br /&gt;You were love sick as you stared&lt;br /&gt;At the sky in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how could she be so heartless&lt;br /&gt;This bitch bamboozled me&lt;br /&gt;Stunned by her secrets&lt;br /&gt;Taken aback by all her lies&lt;br /&gt;You thought she could be trusted&lt;br /&gt;Weren’t you in for a surprise&lt;br /&gt;She wasn’t who you thought she was&lt;br /&gt;She played her cards full deck&lt;br /&gt;Behind your back she was sneaking&lt;br /&gt;Creeping and showed you no respect&lt;br /&gt;Flirting with your homies&lt;br /&gt;She played the game of double dippin&lt;br /&gt;When you questioned her sneaky motives&lt;br /&gt;She made you think you were just trippin&lt;br /&gt;Despite her inconsistencies&lt;br /&gt;You thought you had lucked up&lt;br /&gt;Believed she was the better choice&lt;br /&gt;Until the lightning struck&lt;br /&gt;It started with the phone calls&lt;br /&gt;Your instincts proved correct&lt;br /&gt;She sexed you, ego flexed you&lt;br /&gt;With hopes that you would forget&lt;br /&gt;In time her character was revealed&lt;br /&gt;All her motives were just that&lt;br /&gt;You lived in your denial&lt;br /&gt;Too ashamed to face the facts&lt;br /&gt;And in the end she played you&lt;br /&gt;You had no choice but to dismiss&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside you felt betrayed&lt;br /&gt;And left to reminisce&lt;br /&gt;But oh no my brother, don’t you dare&lt;br /&gt;Think of me now that you’re weak&lt;br /&gt;She broke your heart and dogged you out&lt;br /&gt;The same way you did me&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the times I cooked&lt;br /&gt;My meal ticket wasn’t sufficient&lt;br /&gt;You left me home to dine alone&lt;br /&gt;While chasing "Something Different"&lt;br /&gt;It started with the phone calls&lt;br /&gt;I knew something wasn’t right&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions suddenly disconnected&lt;br /&gt;When I tried you late at night&lt;br /&gt;Fighting over silly things&lt;br /&gt;Temper tantrums, arguments&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where your time is being spent&lt;br /&gt;I was the center of all complaints&lt;br /&gt;As she slowly reeled you in&lt;br /&gt;You wined this ho and dined this ho&lt;br /&gt;Telling me she’s just a friend&lt;br /&gt;My world became completely shattered&lt;br /&gt;As truth exposed himself&lt;br /&gt;I discovered your secrets, your dirt and lies&lt;br /&gt;At this point there’s nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Years of my time washed down the drain&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering what is next&lt;br /&gt;I’m strong; I healed and then moved on&lt;br /&gt;But left with side effects&lt;br /&gt;So here it is you’ve been forgotten&lt;br /&gt;And then I hear the news&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s talking, gossiping about how&lt;br /&gt;She played you for a fool&lt;br /&gt;You left me for a skank, a skeezer&lt;br /&gt;To call me you have some nerve&lt;br /&gt;So yes I smiled when I heard about it&lt;br /&gt;You got just what you deserved&lt;br /&gt;You thought you would continue on&lt;br /&gt;No remorse for hurting me&lt;br /&gt;The tables turned &amp;amp; you quickly learned&lt;br /&gt;That Karma doesn’t sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-2236049264283542973?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-5978968453949193667</id><published>2009-04-13T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:24:28.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Girl in Disguise</title><content type='html'>Conservative&lt;br /&gt;Reserved&lt;br /&gt;Well behaved by the light of day&lt;br /&gt;But when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;And her man comes around&lt;br /&gt;The good girl fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s Businesslike&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;She comes off as innocent&lt;br /&gt;But beneath those sheets&lt;br /&gt;She’s the ultimate freak&lt;br /&gt;And her man can't handle it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s naughty&lt;br /&gt;Addictive&lt;br /&gt;But only her lover knows&lt;br /&gt;She wore the disguise&lt;br /&gt;So he was surprised&lt;br /&gt;The first time she let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s sexy&lt;br /&gt;And pretty&lt;br /&gt;All the guys want to hit&lt;br /&gt;Her jewel is preserved&lt;br /&gt;Only her man deserves&lt;br /&gt;To taste the sweetness of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s quiet&lt;br /&gt;And shy&lt;br /&gt;To those on the outside&lt;br /&gt;But when they get home&lt;br /&gt;She strokes and he moans&lt;br /&gt;He’s sprung, he won’t deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's classy&lt;br /&gt;A lady&lt;br /&gt;In the streets she’s well respected&lt;br /&gt;She rides and she grinds&lt;br /&gt;He’s mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;He can’t get enough of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's clever&lt;br /&gt;Creative&lt;br /&gt;He likes her&lt;br /&gt;Because she’s wise&lt;br /&gt;She sucks him and fucks him&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to love him&lt;br /&gt;She’s a bad girl in disguise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-5978968453949193667?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/5978968453949193667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-girl-in-disguise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/5978968453949193667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/5978968453949193667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-girl-in-disguise.html' title='Bad Girl in Disguise'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-7969467823510486959</id><published>2009-04-09T16:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:24:57.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting the Stone</title><content type='html'>Let only ye that hath no sin&lt;br /&gt;Cast the stone upon another&lt;br /&gt;Judging me while sleeping&lt;br /&gt;With your best friend’s lover&lt;br /&gt;And how about you Ms. Goody 2 shoes&lt;br /&gt;Pointing the finger of blame&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the next man&lt;br /&gt;But hiding your skeletons of shame&lt;br /&gt;And check out Mr. Preacher’s son&lt;br /&gt;In church on the piano&lt;br /&gt;Criticizing the deacon’s kids&lt;br /&gt;All the while he’s caught in scandal&lt;br /&gt;Your nosy ass always gossiping&lt;br /&gt;Downing the neighbor’s habit&lt;br /&gt;If you paid attention to your own affairs&lt;br /&gt;You’d notice your husband’s an addict&lt;br /&gt;Listen at you, discussing their marriage&lt;br /&gt;Their finances are out of order&lt;br /&gt;I’ll bet you didn’t tell your secret&lt;br /&gt;That’s not your husband’s daughter&lt;br /&gt;OMG don’t talk to him&lt;br /&gt;He was just released from prison&lt;br /&gt;The only reason you’re not locked up&lt;br /&gt;Is because someone else made the right decision&lt;br /&gt;Look at her, big as a house&lt;br /&gt;Obesity, what a terrible disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Nine months later look at you&lt;br /&gt;It appears you’re running a race&lt;br /&gt;What a waste, she’s working retail&lt;br /&gt;With a freaking bachelors degree&lt;br /&gt;Two months later you got laid off&lt;br /&gt;Learned the hard way about job security&lt;br /&gt;Every year she turns up pregnant&lt;br /&gt;With no man to call her own&lt;br /&gt;Mind your business, where is your man&lt;br /&gt;When’s the last time he came home?&lt;br /&gt;Every week he’s calling out&lt;br /&gt;Sick days, personal time or vacation&lt;br /&gt;Worry about your own performance&lt;br /&gt;And how you can get off probation&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe she behaved that way&lt;br /&gt;That’s something I would never do&lt;br /&gt;Word to the wise, never say never&lt;br /&gt;Until you’ve walked in her shoes&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear, girl let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;Gossiping will teach you a lesson&lt;br /&gt;You have a right to condemn another&lt;br /&gt;When you’ve reached a level of perfection&lt;br /&gt;Since that won’t happen and you’re no saint&lt;br /&gt;The only business you should mind is your own&lt;br /&gt;Continue to judge and criticize others&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll feel the wrath of that stone&lt;br /&gt;See every time you open your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Sticking your nose where it’s not your concern&lt;br /&gt;Karma makes a mental note&lt;br /&gt;And waits for the tables to turn&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re in the hot seat, the center of gossip&lt;br /&gt;All eyes and attention on you&lt;br /&gt;The world is watching and waiting to judge&lt;br /&gt;That’s what casting the stone will do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-7969467823510486959?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/7969467823510486959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/04/casting-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/7969467823510486959'/><link rel='self' 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intensity&lt;br /&gt;My mind takes a journey&lt;br /&gt;Traveling backward in time&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of our past&lt;br /&gt;I slowly rewind&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw him&lt;br /&gt;We said our goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;The time before that&lt;br /&gt;I stared in demise&lt;br /&gt;Knowing with distance&lt;br /&gt;We’d soon grow apart&lt;br /&gt;Years have gone by&lt;br /&gt;And he’s still in my heart&lt;br /&gt;We would eat, we’d laugh&lt;br /&gt;We’d play and converse&lt;br /&gt;Emotions resurface&lt;br /&gt;As I go in reverse&lt;br /&gt;The walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;We strolled through the sand&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts intertwined&lt;br /&gt;As I held his hand&lt;br /&gt;The chemistry was strong!&lt;br /&gt;Like our first kiss&lt;br /&gt;I float on a cloud&lt;br /&gt;As I reminisce&lt;br /&gt;I mastered his smell&lt;br /&gt;Studied his design&lt;br /&gt;Admired his intelligence&lt;br /&gt;As he inspired my mind&lt;br /&gt;Debates over music&lt;br /&gt;Thought process exact&lt;br /&gt;For my personality&lt;br /&gt;A perfect match&lt;br /&gt;My mind travels on&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll never forget&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw him&lt;br /&gt;The first time we met&lt;br /&gt;Who is this man&lt;br /&gt;What a striking smile&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were so deep&lt;br /&gt;I respected his style&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking&lt;br /&gt;I must get to know!&lt;br /&gt;What makes him unique&lt;br /&gt;And so original&lt;br /&gt;The memories flow on&lt;br /&gt;He can’t be replaced&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so dearly&lt;br /&gt;My heart won’t erase&lt;br /&gt;Records of our past&lt;br /&gt;Are stored in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of closeness&lt;br /&gt;Although we’re apart&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my soul mate&lt;br /&gt;Often thinks of me&lt;br /&gt;Can I still open his heart&lt;br /&gt;With our secret key&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we’ll cross paths&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I’ll play&lt;br /&gt;With recollections of our past&lt;br /&gt;And memories of yesterday&lt;div 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the finest cuisine&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he will remember me&lt;br /&gt;With even the smallest things&lt;br /&gt;Or he could do something major&lt;br /&gt;Pop the question or engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he will do other things&lt;br /&gt;Once he gets paid&lt;br /&gt;Behave like a bachelor&lt;br /&gt;On the prowl to get laid&lt;br /&gt;He might pack his bags&lt;br /&gt;And be on his way&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting about all&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifices that I made&lt;br /&gt;Late nights at the bar&lt;br /&gt;Spending his last dime&lt;br /&gt;Showing appreciation to his woman&lt;br /&gt;The last thing on his mind&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what will happen&lt;br /&gt;Once the paycheck is dispersed&lt;br /&gt;All this hypothetical&lt;br /&gt;Because in order to get paid&lt;br /&gt;He must have a job first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-8557859267268226224?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-7912577649327760448</id><published>2009-03-20T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:33:15.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Manipulator's Eye</title><content type='html'>Manipulation&lt;br /&gt;Another form of masturbation&lt;br /&gt;A fake ass ejaculation&lt;br /&gt;Your existence is merely a figment of your imagination&lt;br /&gt;You’re an actor&lt;br /&gt;Fake laughter&lt;br /&gt;Fake ass character&lt;br /&gt;No substance thereafter&lt;br /&gt;You’re excellent at the show&lt;br /&gt;If I didn’t pay attention I wouldn’t even know&lt;br /&gt;I observe so I peeped your game&lt;br /&gt;Your approach is lame&lt;br /&gt;You hide behind an alias&lt;br /&gt;So confused you even use a fake first name&lt;br /&gt;Self evaluation&lt;br /&gt;Is beyond your articulation&lt;br /&gt;I would advise some rehabilitation&lt;br /&gt;To remedy your useless simulation&lt;br /&gt;Your disguise is just right for the show&lt;br /&gt;But I pay attention so all of your secrets I know&lt;br /&gt;Reality versus perception&lt;br /&gt;Your mask is your protection&lt;br /&gt;You even fight with a fake ass weapon&lt;br /&gt;Try for once giving your other brain an erection&lt;br /&gt;Ducking and dodging responsibility&lt;br /&gt;Phonies prefer sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Frontin about your history&lt;br /&gt;You’re nothing more than a liability&lt;br /&gt;Did you think you deserved an oscar for that show&lt;br /&gt;You fooled the rest of them but not me though&lt;br /&gt;Living a life of fallacy&lt;br /&gt;You hide behind someone else’s masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;Taking credit for the next man’s trophies&lt;br /&gt;You are your own worse enemy&lt;br /&gt;Nicca you aint trill&lt;br /&gt;You’re worse than a fake ass ex pill&lt;br /&gt;Claiming you have the hottest spill&lt;br /&gt;You got a lot to learn about keeping it real&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t teach you&lt;br /&gt;The essence of true manhood is obviously beneath you&lt;br /&gt;You’re at the top of your class in loser school&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all those who tolerate you&lt;br /&gt;Your outlook on life is disheveled&lt;br /&gt;You wear a blue dress like most devils&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do what most bitches are scared to&lt;br /&gt;And challenge you to get on my level&lt;br /&gt;Check it&lt;br /&gt;You’re a user&lt;br /&gt;Nothing short of a loser&lt;br /&gt;Tried to live off my shine&lt;br /&gt;But I worked for it so that makes it mine&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors surfaced&lt;br /&gt;It was only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;You think you’re the shit&lt;br /&gt;But you amount to less than half a dime&lt;br /&gt;Penny ass homo&lt;br /&gt;Too scared to roll solo&lt;br /&gt;You tried to play with the queen&lt;br /&gt;But I have no problem fucking up your self esteem&lt;br /&gt;I call it how I see it&lt;br /&gt;Very low tolerance for bullshit&lt;br /&gt;What? You thought it was a joke?&lt;br /&gt;Niccas like you get smoked&lt;br /&gt;Not like the jack but more like aces&lt;br /&gt;I have big friends in high places&lt;br /&gt;Continue seeking that round of applause&lt;br /&gt;But I cut deep exposing all your flaws&lt;br /&gt;Your lies don’t impress me&lt;br /&gt;I’m too smart; I researched your history&lt;br /&gt;I know your past and I’ll fuck up your destiny&lt;br /&gt;Not a threat but all promises I keep&lt;br /&gt;So if you think you put on a motherfucking performance&lt;br /&gt;You might be ready but you weren’t prepared for this&lt;br /&gt;So caught up you believe your own lies&lt;br /&gt;That’s how life is lived through manipulator’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;I gave you a fair chance&lt;br /&gt;I looked beyond all your circumstance&lt;br /&gt;I actually gave you the benefit of the doubt&lt;br /&gt;But fuck a fair chance once I saw what you were about&lt;br /&gt;When the going gets tough phonies run away&lt;br /&gt;You remind me of the last mutt that went astray&lt;br /&gt;Sniffing for goods at the strangest of homes&lt;br /&gt;The best thing you can do is leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;You might have done well at that last presentation&lt;br /&gt;But the difference between us is you lack observation&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you your props you were great at the show&lt;br /&gt;Just because I never said it doesn’t mean I don’t know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-7912577649327760448?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/7912577649327760448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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feel a high&lt;br /&gt;Like the sky's&lt;br /&gt;Truly the limit&lt;br /&gt;To where we can go&lt;br /&gt;And what we can do&lt;br /&gt;I actually enjoy being&lt;br /&gt;Infatuated with you&lt;br /&gt;When in love&lt;br /&gt;I feel sexiness&lt;br /&gt;And want to caress&lt;br /&gt;Every inch&lt;br /&gt;Taste every kiss&lt;br /&gt;Tell me which spots I missed&lt;br /&gt;When in love&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance&lt;br /&gt;To the song of your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Will you let me?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tap dance&lt;br /&gt;But only if you let me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-4224002290343863961?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/4224002290343863961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/4224002290343863961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/4224002290343863961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-in-love.html' title='When in Love'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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of Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;I'm a "free agent"&lt;br /&gt;So it's still all good&lt;br /&gt;I wear it for you&lt;br /&gt;And the moment u leave&lt;br /&gt;I wear it again&lt;br /&gt;Aiming to please&lt;br /&gt;I like u I like him&lt;br /&gt;Don't force me to choose&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good catch&lt;br /&gt;So how can u lose?&lt;br /&gt;You can have me your way&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not ready to commit&lt;br /&gt;Out of sight, out of mind&lt;br /&gt;You know that's bullshit&lt;br /&gt;In real life there's no such thing&lt;br /&gt;As having it all&lt;br /&gt;You can enjoy it today&lt;br /&gt;But soon you will fall&lt;br /&gt;It's important to be fair&lt;br /&gt;And make respectable choices&lt;br /&gt;Selfish behavior&lt;br /&gt;Is never, ever rewarded&lt;br /&gt;Here is my plan&lt;br /&gt;This is how it will be&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're with her&lt;br /&gt;U lose priority with me&lt;br /&gt;You'll get lost in the shuffle&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes you will see&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it a point&lt;br /&gt;To treat u just as u treat me&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it easy&lt;br /&gt;Flash competition in your face&lt;br /&gt;A dose of your own medicine&lt;br /&gt;I'll give u a taste&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;Some of my concerns&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me&lt;br /&gt;That's the only way you'll learn&lt;br /&gt;With that being said&lt;br /&gt;It's not even my style&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a judge&lt;br /&gt;And no one is on trial&lt;br /&gt;I'm just making a point&lt;br /&gt;Putting you in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself this question&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if I did it to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-7233336627474973354?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/7233336627474973354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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The following credentials lead me to believe you are the perfect candidate for the position I am looking to fill: Sincerity, Intelligence, Strength, Wisdom and Honesty. I have done an extensive evaluation of the section labeled “Personality” and I am overly impressed with the results. In choosing, I happen to find that the following traits set you apart from the other prospective candidates: ambitious, fun, loving, understanding, outgoing, talented, protective, open minded, tolerant, nurturing, affectionate, patient, well-rounded, supportive and fair. In interviewing with you it appears that you are loyal, you aim to please and are willing to give 100% to the position if you are selected. This type of dedication is much needed and overly appreciated in the eyes of the hiring department. I am also pleased with your appearance as it is clean but versatile which is an indication that you would fit well in any environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to tell you a little more about the opening. The position is not high maintenance but does entail quite a bit of responsibility. Please don’t be intimidated by the last statement as the responsibilities are basic but like any other job it does require work. In exchange for your hard work and effort you will be greatly rewarded as I recognize and appreciate value and I am careful not to take it for granted. Initially you may find the position to be rather challenging but with time you will come to realize that it’s a simple matter of learning how to operate the system, as the system is one of a kind but not difficult to master. Our benefits package is phenomenal as it guarantees reciprocity, respect, submission, thoughtfulness, spontaneity, and room for growth. Once hired, I would like to keep you as I feel confident that you would be a wonderful fit for what I am seeking. With that being said I am willing to negotiate our contract at any time in order to secure the happiness and satisfaction of both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my hope that this offer letter captures your interest. If in fact you decide to accept the offer take comfort in knowing this may be the last offer letter you will have to read as I believe in the importance of stability and longevity. Keep in mind that there are a large number of applicants as this is a great opportunity for the right candidate but you, Mr. ______, were hand chosen and set apart from the other ordinary profiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you up for the challenge?&lt;br /&gt;Will you accept the offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Hiring Manager&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-2763502728611186315?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/2763502728611186315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-sir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/2763502728611186315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/2763502728611186315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-sir.html' title='Dear Sir'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-3704430184769925089</id><published>2008-11-25T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:48:15.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in the Rain</title><content type='html'>I could let the thump thump of the rain on my head get me down&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I’ll turn my frown into a smile&lt;br /&gt;And be grateful that I can even get around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could let the splashing of puddles from the cars riding by piss me off&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I keep walking with my head held high;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed at the fact that water actually drops down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could let the cold and rainy winds deter me from my journey&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I shift my thoughts in relation&lt;br /&gt;To my final destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could host a pity party and invite only myself&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I reminisce on the days&lt;br /&gt;When I could find no way to hide from the sun’s blinding rays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could let the sounds of thunder frighten me&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t&lt;br /&gt;Instead I remind myself that I’m courageous&lt;br /&gt;After all, I’ve overcome storms more superior than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would normally allow the strikes of lightning to intimidate me&lt;br /&gt;But this time I won’t&lt;br /&gt;I know who watches over me&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll let Him determine my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I march on in the midst of the thunderstorm&lt;br /&gt;And I remember&lt;br /&gt;That it’s often like this in the cold of November&lt;br /&gt;But it has to rain hard in order to discard of the nasty residue&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I stride with humility in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;And I remember that through it all, I’m too blessed to complain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-3704430184769925089?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3704430184769925089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/11/walking-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/3704430184769925089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/3704430184769925089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/11/walking-in-rain.html' title='Walking in the Rain'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-6517773187155998180</id><published>2008-11-18T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:36:43.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alter Ego</title><content type='html'>Hiding behind names and labels only allows you to escape the real you. Perhaps he makes you a little too uncomfortable. Is it more appealing to push who you are to the side in order to create a character that brings you a sense of pride? Does that mean you’re unaware of the deeper you? Or does that alter ego allow an excuse for the unacceptable things you do? Who is the real as opposed to the imagination? Is the real only motivated by the ego’s determination? Is the real not capable of motivating himself? I think he relies on the alter ego to give him this help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the real man behind that mask? I think that’s a question even he has to ask. Is he confident enough to embrace his flaws or does he suppress his insecurities and call it a loss? Is he strong in his demeanor, with pep in his step? Or is he last in line settling for what is left? Does he possess enough character to handle it all or does he blame everyone else for his downfall? Is he honest and willing to accept imperfection? I think he relies on the alter ego to lead in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paints on her mask every single day. Hoping the makeup will fade her past away. Tired of running she creates a pretense. Instead of Alicia she’s now Suspense. From Stroker’s to Body Tap she bounces around. Shakin it &amp;amp; pretending to like the sound. See Suspense is that girl who they all envy. She appears to have it all but inside she’s empty. Alicia needs Suspense for that's who she follows. Suspense needs no one, for she has no soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she think true happiness will come from this? Maybe in her mind happiness no longer exists. In the mirror she pauses to take a long stare. But the alter ego intercedes and whispers “don’t you dare.” Is she ever going to embrace her womanhood and like who she is? Or does she continue faking it just to fit in? The scars of her past won’t allow true beauty. So she relies on the alter ego to make her complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the brokenness of your life ever be repaired? Or are you more at ease with remaining unaware? Is it too much for you to learn to like who you are? Maybe instead of running you should patch up your scars. How about you stop hiding, take a look at yourself. You are just as phenomenal as anyone else. See we all are tarnished in our own method. Some are complete and others reject it. So will you choose to let your true colors show? Or will you continue to rely on the alter ego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-6517773187155998180?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/6517773187155998180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/11/hiding-behind-names-and-labels-only.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/6517773187155998180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/6517773187155998180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/11/hiding-behind-names-and-labels-only.html' title='Alter Ego'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-6860111529823975093</id><published>2008-09-25T09:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:41:22.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What If</title><content type='html'>Connection or chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Something's taking over me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of his hand; the glow of his skin&lt;br /&gt;His smile controls thoughts as I pretend&lt;br /&gt;What if he were mine; if I were his girl&lt;br /&gt;What if I were the center of his world&lt;br /&gt;The core of his thoughts, the lady in his life&lt;br /&gt;I'd value his presence and treat him right&lt;br /&gt;I'd massage his temples as he unwinds&lt;br /&gt;Condition his heart and stimulate his mind&lt;br /&gt;In business and love his intimate friend&lt;br /&gt;We would fall in love over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Trust him completely with the deepest side of me&lt;br /&gt;Give him my all and we're both complete&lt;br /&gt;Euphoria at it's best, I'm up for the test&lt;br /&gt;Waking everyday to his happiness&lt;br /&gt;So clearly I can see&lt;br /&gt;Then reality awakens me&lt;br /&gt;Circumstance is real&lt;br /&gt;His heart I can't steal&lt;br /&gt;It belongs to another&lt;br /&gt;His wife and children's mother&lt;br /&gt;The fantasy was nice but I can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;It will only cause me pain in the end&lt;br /&gt;So I'll settle for friendship; ultimately that's what he needs&lt;br /&gt;How sweet life would be if he had chosen a woman like me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-6860111529823975093?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/6860111529823975093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/6860111529823975093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/6860111529823975093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-if.html' title='What If'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-6201371592484912007</id><published>2008-09-19T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:41:37.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut the fuck up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You put me in situations that cause me to act out then act like u dont understand what the attitude is about. Now you tell me if you think that is cool. I'm a pleasant person but your actions make me act a damn fool. You want to know why I'm single? I'm single by my own right. I don't want to go around Atlanta laying different men in my bed at night. The other reason is because for the last year and a half I have been busy playing games with you. Competing for you, being a fool and not paying any attention to the other available and interested dudes. So the nerve of you to come off on me like that! I lost so much but now its time for me to bounce back. I lost my self respect and even a part of who I am in the name of loving your dumb ass. Then you turn around and complain about me, say I get on your nerves and when i question you got the nerve to get mad. You damn right I'm going to ask if I want to know. So if that makes me unbearable, unlikeable, unpleasant then there's the door. You are just one man out of many who are interested and in the eyes others you're considered lucky so don't get it twisted. I would let the words that come out of your mouth offend me but they don't. You don't treat me half as good as I deserve to be treated so dont think it's going to upset me because it won't. In fact, I'd like to see you with another "me." Yeah that would be twice that you've lucked up. Until then do us both a favor and shut the fuck up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-6201371592484912007?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/6201371592484912007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/09/shut-fuck-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/6201371592484912007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/6201371592484912007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/09/shut-fuck-up.html' title='Shut the fuck up'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-1252397598311492534</id><published>2008-09-11T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:14:26.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message to the Haters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;When did I start living for people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;Giving a damn what they think?&lt;br /&gt;They talk about me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;Like their shit don’t stink&lt;br /&gt;I know who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;I don't live for you&lt;br /&gt;But you're constantly worrying about how I live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;And what I came to do&lt;br /&gt;I know you think I'm perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;You wish you could stand as tall&lt;br /&gt;Instead you're watching, waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;Glorifying in my downfall&lt;br /&gt;What you fail to realize is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;I needed to hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;Because once I'm up and running again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;I'm faster than before&lt;br /&gt;So go on and judge me, hate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;At best that’s what you do&lt;br /&gt;I know your secret&amp;nbsp;so I wink and smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;I can see right through you&lt;br /&gt;You spend your time trying to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;But you have no strategy&lt;br /&gt;And even if I loaned you mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;You still could not compete&lt;br /&gt;The nerve of you to use my flaws &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;To make yourself seem strong&lt;br /&gt;Wearing that mask and sweating me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;That's exactly where you went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Instead of hating lets talk a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;Let's try some therapy&lt;br /&gt;I’ll teach you to be happy in life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;As opposed to hatin on me&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing like you hater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;For I am self aware&lt;br /&gt;I won't wear your masks, look too hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;Nor will I stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;I have not one concern &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;With your hater attributes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;When did I start waking up everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;And living to satisfy you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&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/4567758008678386687-1252397598311492534?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-3383309631723857941</id><published>2008-08-06T19:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:25:12.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Go On</title><content type='html'>If one more obstacle is placed in my way&lt;br /&gt;I swear before God I might go astray&lt;br /&gt;Time and again with challenges I'm faced&lt;br /&gt;Searching for answers, survivng the day&lt;br /&gt;Ive come to realize that some can't go on&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a survivor, I gotta stay strong!&lt;br /&gt;He put those in my life to serve a duty&lt;br /&gt;At that point I realized that life isn't about me&lt;br /&gt;Things get done, my purpose fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Even if my hardships grant someone else's will&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here in vain, despite circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in life happens solely by chance&lt;br /&gt;We find perfect peace in doing His will&lt;br /&gt;We then come to realize it's ok to stand still&lt;br /&gt;Patience is learned, worry deceased&lt;br /&gt;Stress disappears as prayers increase&lt;br /&gt;Blessings will form but waver the storm&lt;br /&gt;And then we find strength to still go on&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't stop according to situation&lt;br /&gt;It's at that point that you gain motivation&lt;br /&gt;I will not give up, I must succeed&lt;br /&gt;In order to receive what is meant for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-3383309631723857941?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3383309631723857941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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– No object, no motivation&lt;br /&gt;My Heart – Is it a two way street        &lt;br /&gt;Definition – Makes it concrete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-8302119546448190300?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8302119546448190300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/07/puzzled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/8302119546448190300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/8302119546448190300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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I am creative, expressive, fun. I possess character, potential, sisterhood. I exert energy, mostly positive but if you cross me you'll get to meet my evil twin who is sometimes crass, rude,insensitive and cold. I am a lover, passionate, intense, confident and I've learned how to do it and do it right. I am generous, I'll give my last and I hope to one day dedicate my life to philanthropy. I am an artist of music, drawings, words. I am competitive, a champion, but if there is no real competition then it's a waste of my time to play the game. I hate to hear NO and I hate to lose. I am a smooth operator, I get what I want and if I don't it may be because I didn't deserve it but not because I didn't try. I am fair because I'm afraid that if I'm not I may reap what I sow. I'm not perfect - that would be no fun since no one else is either. Sometimes I'm a cynic, I expect very little from others. This is partly a defense mechanism that I use to conquer disappointment, insecurities and pain. I am tough but at the same time soft as a feathered pillow. I like the soft side of me the best, that's the side that most see and know. The tough side is there to shelter my naivety. I love to laugh and act silly, sometimes I laugh at myself and my body. I wish I could dance but I have no rhythm! I can admit when I am wrong, I can say I'm sorry and really mean it and when possible I will do all I can to correct my mistakes. I like to drink wine while cleaning -don't ask why. I like games that offer a challenge - scrabble is my favorite next to spades, tunk, chess poker and tetris. I also like to play checkers and I taught my grandmother how to complete her first crossword puzzle. That was special. I get really emotional at times and sometimes I cry for no reason but no one knows that (am I weird or just a woman?). Everyday is another chance. Some people don't make it. I have a lot to offer. My friends, my sisters and my brothers all love me. All of my ex boyfriends miss me. Most people enjoy my company. My mother sees herself in me because I look like her. The insensitive, cold and stubborn side of me comes from my dad. I respect it. I am really smart and talented. I can do a lot of things, I'm resourceful but I don't apply myself as much and often waste my potential. I'm pretty easy going, I let most things slide. Once I feel disrespected then everything becomes a pain in my ass and all of a sudden not worth it. I'm impatient and have a very low tolerance for stupidity. I'm a suckerfor mental stimulation and fulfilling conversation. At times I am really sweet and very thoughtful. I am understanding and I don't judge people because of their situations or circumstance. I'm not conceited but I know what I'm made of, I'll only settle for a little while but once I'm out I usually don't look back. I want a child one day and I want to get married. I want him to serve as my best friend, maybe we'll run a few businesses together, go on vacations, he'll calm me down when I'm unraveling and help me find solutions to my problems, show me how to reach my dreams. For the most part I'm cool, I'm genuine, I'm nice to people, I'm respectful and down to earth. I don't steal, I don't snoop, I'm not deranged or psycho, I have pride, I like myself, I'm a good person, I want to make a lot of money and I like to work. I am a lot of things but mostly I'm just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-2093469804014969498?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/2093469804014969498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/2093469804014969498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/2093469804014969498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567758008678386687.post-5191909501055751612</id><published>2008-07-31T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:00:37.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day ...</title><content type='html'>He really didn't respect me&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't respect myself&lt;br /&gt;He was spending time with me&lt;br /&gt;While romancing someone else&lt;br /&gt;I let him have his way&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted to gain his trust&lt;br /&gt;For me it was excitement&lt;br /&gt;For him it was pure lust&lt;br /&gt;What an interesting experience&lt;br /&gt;This one I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;Although some days I have the blues&lt;br /&gt;Meeting him I don't regret&lt;br /&gt;With every situation&lt;br /&gt;There's a lesson to be learned&lt;br /&gt;Respect is not demanded&lt;br /&gt;It's something that is earned&lt;br /&gt;I lived a sheltered lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I'm real naive&lt;br /&gt;But never again will I let anyone&lt;br /&gt;Have power over me&lt;br /&gt;I am my own woman&lt;br /&gt;And one day I will find&lt;br /&gt;A man who can appreciate&lt;br /&gt;The excellence of my mind&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I'm preparing&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll get it done&lt;br /&gt;I'm empowered by my circumstance&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll meet the one&lt;br /&gt;He's especially designed for me&lt;br /&gt;He may be in preparation too&lt;br /&gt;But when we finally come together&lt;br /&gt;I'll know just what to do&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself in a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;That's something I didn't expect&lt;br /&gt;Next time around I'll do my best&lt;br /&gt;To do away with disrespect&lt;br /&gt;I'm saddened by the outcome&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I'm made of&lt;br /&gt;I deserve respect, companionship&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly I deserve love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4567758008678386687-5191909501055751612?l=memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/5191909501055751612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/5191909501055751612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4567758008678386687/posts/default/5191909501055751612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofanintellect.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-day.html' title='One Day ...'/><author><name>Memoirs of an Intellect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122499778729922540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Uj2nmX9ykw/Sv2YrLNgrxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wmLN8QkxLAA/S220/024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
