<?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-2526030917236840838</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:03:47.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Easton Poetry Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-1478198867810617066</id><published>2011-02-11T01:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:25:32.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fervor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you a love of an intensity and fervor the likes of which you hath never before seen. To long hath I relate these thoughts in soliloquy. Let tonight be filled with ardent love and dark romance, let me lay in your arms,close to you feeling your warmth, let me be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Suzanne&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrap me in your deepest desire,your fondest given kiss, caress me soft and hold me near,entangled in your bliss, to feel your lips upon my skin,to give myself to you, a feeling I have no control a bliss I give in to. Without you with me , tonight doth seem like winter,the fruits of summer fade, the roses doth wilt, the sun doth cower like a child, I do so long for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Longing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes stained by silver rivers i console you in my arms , do not weep my beautiful princess I will never let you down. My tears only flow for you, hold me near to you and I will never let anyone hurt you again.&lt;br /&gt;My heart it burns for you , my intolerable pain that only you can ease, my eyes full of sorrow that only you can end, I would give everything for you.&lt;br /&gt;Let tonight not be filled with dark tragedies but with the rapture of our embrace, the words upon your lips, the smile upon your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-1478198867810617066?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/1478198867810617066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/fervor-let-me-show-you-love-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/1478198867810617066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/1478198867810617066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/fervor-let-me-show-you-love-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-8667653812864466363</id><published>2011-02-11T01:24:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:24:54.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Strigoi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nocturnal beauty Framed by candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;her cadaverous pallor, seduction so macabre.&lt;br /&gt;The hunger for flesh seen through vitreous eyes. She&lt;br /&gt;clasped me so tight , her cold cruel lips on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;With her caress my life had ended and begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Another untitled piece&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine heart betrayeth me, for that which hath mattered doth hold no meaning, only the hope that doth flicker within, like a desert that longeth for the rain I wait for you. I pray I shall soon gaze upon your beauty divine, feel your warm arms around me, your soft kisses upon my skin. You are everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Depression&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It burns at me like fire, the shame will never go&lt;br /&gt;afraid to let you in, afraid that you will know&lt;br /&gt;I am broken, dead inside, nothing you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;my affliction will tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-8667653812864466363?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/8667653812864466363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/strigoi-nocturnal-beauty-framed-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/8667653812864466363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/8667653812864466363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/strigoi-nocturnal-beauty-framed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-7119497583330530875</id><published>2011-02-11T01:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:24:03.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Indifferent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cold indifference cuts me like a razor, will I have the strength to let you go, I know I have to but I dont know if I can, your company a callous prize, a cruel punishment, your beauty torments me&lt;br /&gt;I need more than you can give&lt;br /&gt;My words mean nothing to you, my declarations just an empty reminder of feelings long gone, you stare dispassionately on as my heart breaks remembering happier times, I pray that I can capture back your affections but inside im dying , i realise its too late -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i gaze upon the note once wrote&lt;br /&gt;and I feel my tempers rise&lt;br /&gt;an escalation of passion now turned into rage&lt;br /&gt;a maleficent exchange&lt;br /&gt;where once was obeisance&lt;br /&gt;has now turned to hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My beauty lies dead&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mine most desolate hour, rain falleth from blackened sky,&lt;br /&gt;thine opulent beauty ,such tragedy befell one as radiant as you,your name on my lips,your voice i will never hear, I long for you and your caress macabre.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of the bleeding summer sky warned of tragedy to come, scarred by the events of that day, lonelyness to burn me like a thousand lacerations,why so cursed must I be that you would not take me. your beauty will make the angels weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-7119497583330530875?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/7119497583330530875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/indifferent-your-cold-indifference-cuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/7119497583330530875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/7119497583330530875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/indifferent-your-cold-indifference-cuts.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-8057307400725526756</id><published>2011-02-11T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:23:13.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;On the edge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My will is broken, scared of myself&lt;br /&gt;scared to be alone , of morbid consequence&lt;br /&gt;punished by feelings, closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;Drained by exhaustion , strangled by doubt&lt;br /&gt;my mind a barren wasteland,&lt;br /&gt;alone and isolated in my personal hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unrequited&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i long for is you, agonized by your memory&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes but all i see is your face ,&lt;br /&gt;for you i would give anything, my desire consumes me&lt;br /&gt;my emotions torment me, afraid and alone i break down&lt;br /&gt;no one can help me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Desolate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desolation so bleak, so mournful, my dark beauty i mourn the loss of your embrace,tears run down my cheeks like rivers,darkness surrounds me, i long only for one last kiss -&lt;br /&gt;Together in our desolation we mourn that which we can never know, your tears fall like splintered glass as we are locked in our deathlike embrace&lt;br /&gt;Surrender yourself to thine kisses, as i surrender myself to you, i need you , you haunt me, embrace me, to me there is only you&lt;br /&gt;I am intoxicated by you , my heart doth ache for your warm embrace, yearns for you, only you can take away my pain -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-8057307400725526756?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/8057307400725526756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-edge-my-will-is-broken-scared-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/8057307400725526756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/8057307400725526756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-edge-my-will-is-broken-scared-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-6913789863375990760</id><published>2011-02-11T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:22:19.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sorrow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no time for me now , i remember once when you did&lt;br /&gt;your indifference is slowly killing me&lt;br /&gt;the inconsolable loneliness of unrequited emotion tearing at me&lt;br /&gt;condemned by my longing, im already dead, my body just does not know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Betrayal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In misanthropic gaze&lt;br /&gt;embrace drips with nefarious intent&lt;br /&gt;proclaimed in faustian verse&lt;br /&gt;like a tragic euphony&lt;br /&gt;betrayal on your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd Untitled piece&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eloquent beauty do you ever think of me?&lt;br /&gt;of times past when your feelings flowed so free&lt;br /&gt;when I was all that mattered to you&lt;br /&gt;like a moth drawn to the flame I cannot pull myself away&lt;br /&gt;I would give up everything for you&lt;br /&gt;Take this longing from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-6913789863375990760?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/6913789863375990760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/sorrow-you-have-no-time-for-me-now-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/6913789863375990760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/6913789863375990760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/sorrow-you-have-no-time-for-me-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-2146411625678823552</id><published>2011-02-11T01:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:21:25.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Entwined&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entwined in passionate embrace I burn with passion for you,&lt;br /&gt;consumed by desire I am without reserve, without excuse&lt;br /&gt;your embrace so divine, I am yours to do as you will&lt;br /&gt;I only long for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Storm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a storm in the night&lt;br /&gt;Like a storm in the night takes flight&lt;br /&gt;like shattered bliss, an autumn mist&lt;br /&gt;a torment I can not resist, I long for you&lt;br /&gt;and for your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fears&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it hurt me to know my feelings not returned&lt;br /&gt;stop me from getting burned&lt;br /&gt;all i want is you now&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid , dont know what to say&lt;br /&gt;take me to a good place&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you so tight through the day and the night,&lt;br /&gt;please dont hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;and when I cry out nooone hears, take away all of my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-2146411625678823552?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/2146411625678823552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/entwined-entwined-in-passionate-embrace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/2146411625678823552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/2146411625678823552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/entwined-entwined-in-passionate-embrace.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-1903319046596554286</id><published>2011-02-11T01:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:20:19.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to feel alive, all I felt was empty&lt;br /&gt;wanting to be gone, tired of hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could have know, I wish I could have told you&lt;br /&gt;would you have pushed me away or asked me to stay?&lt;br /&gt;now the time has gone, no longer can I hold on&lt;br /&gt;these emotions restrained , causing this pain&lt;br /&gt;no one was there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Despair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wept in disconsolate despair, my tears they fall for you, an empty space where once you lay. Like blood on snow your memory has stained my mind, broken by emptiness,frozen by fear I can only watch as events unfold around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beauty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty tells stories of deepest despair&lt;br /&gt;i long to lie there, where angels have wept&lt;br /&gt;and beauty has slept seduce me with your velvet&lt;br /&gt;embrace, awaken me from my cadaverous state&lt;br /&gt;In darkest embrace her beauty melted my restraint, under the cloak of night, resplendent in dark beauty she bewitched my heart.My celestial beauty how I long for you, to bathe you in my kisses and entwine you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;My desire lashes at me like tongues of the wind,intoxicated by you, like a ghost that haunts me I cannot shake you from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-1903319046596554286?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/1903319046596554286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/alone-i-wanted-to-feel-alive-all-i-felt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/1903319046596554286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/1903319046596554286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/alone-i-wanted-to-feel-alive-all-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-710919209890382044</id><published>2011-02-11T01:19:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:19:30.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Enwreathed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close my love, I long to feel your embrace so divine&lt;br /&gt;to feel your arms around me, your silken caress.&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty holds me spellbound in my infatuation&lt;br /&gt;imprisoned in my longing, a slave to my emotion I long to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender to my kisses as I will to you ,&lt;br /&gt;all I want is you my love,&lt;br /&gt;hold me close to you , pull me near&lt;br /&gt;all I long for is you my dear&lt;br /&gt;wanting, feeling your lips touch mine,&lt;br /&gt;we embrace under ebon sky,&lt;br /&gt;impassioned in the nights dark romance,&lt;br /&gt;enwreathed in our moonlit embrace ,&lt;br /&gt;I pray this will never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My beauty and the lake&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed by ebon slumber I kiss you goodbye, your voice just a memory now,my angel lies lifeless in my arms, goodbye my love I long to join you and soon I will.&lt;br /&gt;As I walk towards the lake with her cold dead body in my arms the waters draw me in.&lt;br /&gt;I weep the tears of a love lost, we will be together soon my beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-710919209890382044?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/710919209890382044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/enwreathed-hold-me-close-my-love-i-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/710919209890382044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/710919209890382044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/enwreathed-hold-me-close-my-love-i-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-1650626123797668021</id><published>2011-02-11T01:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:19:04.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Broken heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken of heart happiness torn apart&lt;br /&gt;punished for a crime i did never commit&lt;br /&gt;scared of myself, all I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lighthouse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You built your lighthouse by the sea , without a word said don't bother me, set me free. From your lighthouse I can see that you no longer care for me. I want you to know , I think I should go.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way out that I can see, I'll let the waves take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Fog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a fog through which I cannot see, your voice it calls to me. When I see your face, like loves first embrace your beauty brings a tear to my eye. And I long for you, no one else will do I only want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-1650626123797668021?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/1650626123797668021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/broken-heart-broken-of-heart-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/1650626123797668021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/1650626123797668021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/broken-heart-broken-of-heart-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-8386342615140125502</id><published>2011-02-11T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:18:22.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prose&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would tell me how im not alone how im not the only one who feels this way, pray do tell why i feel so alone now, not a soul to listen, not one soul who understands, on deaf ears words are wasted as a tongue that cannot speak, my cries were silenced, only my mind speaks but oh how it speaks, more like a scream than a whisper yet only i can hear it, the sullen drone that keeps me awake at night like a maleficent curse, an evil spirit, tapping away in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cursed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My writings they express the feelings that my lips cannot, why my words remain captive at the time when it matters the most, wishing for you to be mine, but you are not, now instead i cry alone in the dark whilst my life plays its cursed tragic tune, i want you, i love you, i would do anything for you, why could my lips, my actions not convey this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;For my Princess&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish above all things to be your angel on cankered wings,though my heart may be damaged and my head may be ill I shalt pray that you may love me still, Please believe me it is true,when I say that I love you, I want to take your pain so that you no longer have to feel it,want to know everything there is to know about you,You are everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prose about Depression&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression eats at my mind&lt;br /&gt;like a canker in a rose,&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder who i am,&lt;br /&gt;this monster that you see&lt;br /&gt;well this clearly is not me,&lt;br /&gt;those things i said, the way i was&lt;br /&gt;i cannot excuse, but let me explain,&lt;br /&gt;that that was not me but my illness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-8386342615140125502?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/8386342615140125502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/prose-you-would-tell-me-how-im-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/8386342615140125502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/8386342615140125502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/prose-you-would-tell-me-how-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-239489092589346531</id><published>2011-02-11T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:00:17.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #363636; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #363636; font: italic normal bold 20px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://markdavideaston.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-time-away-from-you-torment-so-bleak.html" style="color: #363636; font: italic normal bold 20px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;For My Goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 536px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My time away from you a torment so bleak,&lt;br /&gt;to make me wish away my week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a blind man who cannot find his way,&lt;br /&gt;who cannot see in night nor day&lt;br /&gt;i am lost without you.&lt;br /&gt;i long to gaze upon your face, your beauty so intense as to soften the&lt;br /&gt;hardest of hearts , to bring tears to thine face when we are apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how natures fruits doth betray the torment inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;though brightly summers sun may shine it doth not in this&lt;br /&gt;heart of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-239489092589346531?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/239489092589346531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-my-goddess-my-time-away-from-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/239489092589346531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/239489092589346531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-my-goddess-my-time-away-from-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-8752160132731967327</id><published>2011-02-11T00:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:02:49.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #363636; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #363636; font: italic normal bold 20px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://markdavideaston.blogspot.com/2010/08/blessed.html" style="color: #363636; font: italic normal bold 20px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 536px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" height="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" style="color: black;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Blessed be the man who his very own he can call you, how I wish to be that man , to hold your heart tight in my hands, to be the one you hold at night, to awake with you at morning light. How I long for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-8752160132731967327?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/8752160132731967327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/blessed-blessed-be-man-who-his-very-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/8752160132731967327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/8752160132731967327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/blessed-blessed-be-man-who-his-very-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-635724041856407530</id><published>2011-02-11T00:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:02:22.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #363636; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #363636; font: italic normal bold 20px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://markdavideaston.blogspot.com/2010/10/morning-sun.html" style="color: #363636; font: italic normal bold 20px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Morning Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 536px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The pain I would endure for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;the agonies I would go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;all else I would forsake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;all punishments I would take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;for you have become my morning sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;my love, my life, my heart , the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-635724041856407530?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/635724041856407530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/morning-sun-pain-i-would-endure-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/635724041856407530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/635724041856407530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/morning-sun-pain-i-would-endure-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526030917236840838.post-8137007022410592149</id><published>2011-02-11T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:02:02.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #363636; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #363636; font: italic normal bold 20px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://markdavideaston.blogspot.com/2011/02/fear.html" style="color: #363636; font: italic normal bold 20px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 536px;"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The fear is fading with the anticipation of good times to come, i only wish i could undo the things i have done wrong , if ever i have been unkind i pray that you can leave it behind, i have hurt noone more than i have hurt myself, I seek forgiveness in your eyes for the parts of me that i despise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2526030917236840838-8137007022410592149?l=measton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/feeds/8137007022410592149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/8137007022410592149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2526030917236840838/posts/default/8137007022410592149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://measton.blogspot.com/2011/02/fear.html' title='The Fear'/><author><name>Mark David Easton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14663735827195697780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt8ptzqT0_o/TGMfuUlLHHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDihNlaW2R4/S220/39749_1550053036118_1378874465_1440177_834893_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
