<?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-3625992181214656648</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:09:51.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments in time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625992181214656648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343814711135603434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdX2xQLp35g/TPuI-ujpTZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GC46isa_72o/S220/22_19A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625992181214656648.post-4436735005548233689</id><published>2011-09-19T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:41:13.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the start</title><content type='html'>love is kind of easy it's the living that's so hard&lt;br /&gt;and you're feeling kind of sleepy so you open up your walls&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i'm doing and it seems so far to fall&lt;br /&gt;but you step into the danger and seem to risk it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day the temptation is to roll right back to bed&lt;br /&gt;when i'm feeling kinda of crazy with these feelings in my head&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i'm dreaming so i watch the walls instead&lt;br /&gt;i find myself believing that the world will stop ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see love is kind of easy it's the living that's so hard&lt;br /&gt;words tumble and fall around me as we fumble in the dark&lt;br /&gt;it only takes a moment to feel the beating of a heart&lt;br /&gt;yes it only takes a moment to feel the beating of a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silence it surrounds me and echoes in my head&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you hear it as it whispers go ahead&lt;br /&gt;the fire glows so brigthly reflected in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i hope you see your smile dancing in the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love seems kind of easy it's the living that's so hard&lt;br /&gt;i find myself uneasy and trying much to hard&lt;br /&gt;so i breath in oh so deeply and still my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;the magic of a moment takes me to the start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625992181214656648-4436735005548233689?l=clifftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/feeds/4436735005548233689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625992181214656648/posts/default/4436735005548233689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625992181214656648/posts/default/4436735005548233689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-start.html' title='back to the start'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343814711135603434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdX2xQLp35g/TPuI-ujpTZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GC46isa_72o/S220/22_19A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625992181214656648.post-6020370609922398011</id><published>2011-07-07T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:58:42.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sunrise always comes</title><content type='html'>It all happened in a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;At least thats the way it seemed&lt;br /&gt;I was happy and then I died&lt;br /&gt;The world won't wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunrise keeps on coming&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you hide&lt;br /&gt;The days they keep on passing&lt;br /&gt;They don't care if you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always managed to find my way&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest days and nights&lt;br /&gt;To the comfort of your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;And the light within your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunrise keeps on coming&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you hide&lt;br /&gt;The days they keep on passing&lt;br /&gt;No worries left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did we stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;Did the sunshine fade away?&lt;br /&gt;Were the fears to steep a hurdle&lt;br /&gt;Did they make you runaway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not your bogeyman&lt;br /&gt;I am not a child&lt;br /&gt;I am not the reason for&lt;br /&gt;Your fears running wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunrise keeps on coming&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you hide&lt;br /&gt;The days they keep on passing&lt;br /&gt;No tears left to cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625992181214656648-6020370609922398011?l=clifftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6020370609922398011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunrise-always-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625992181214656648/posts/default/6020370609922398011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625992181214656648/posts/default/6020370609922398011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunrise-always-comes.html' title='The sunrise always comes'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343814711135603434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdX2xQLp35g/TPuI-ujpTZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GC46isa_72o/S220/22_19A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625992181214656648.post-3657639557432472595</id><published>2011-02-07T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T19:17:00.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I call you by your name because I love you&lt;br /&gt;those are words that rarely leave my lips&lt;br /&gt;I recall the first time that I kissed you&lt;br /&gt;I'd spent my life waiting for that kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;springtime brought dancing in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;laughing by the waters edge&lt;br /&gt;the fire crackled like lightning&lt;br /&gt;we were dancing on the ledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer goes and so we know it's passing&lt;br /&gt;time is ever swiftly running by&lt;br /&gt;the brightness of the sun hear me laughing&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when you became a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you by your name because I love you&lt;br /&gt;those are words that rarely leave my lips&lt;br /&gt;I recall the first time that I kissed you&lt;br /&gt;I'd spent my life waiting for that kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autumn passes faster than the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;golden rays of sunshine in&amp;nbsp;your hair&lt;br /&gt;and now I see the winter is aproaching&lt;br /&gt;I gather up my courage take the dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter comes and cold winds feel so empty&lt;br /&gt;I watch the fire slowly dying down&lt;br /&gt;the snow is blowing all around me&lt;br /&gt;I close the door and walk away, without a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called you by your name because I loved you&lt;br /&gt;those are words that rarely leave my lips&lt;br /&gt;I recall the first time that I kissed you&lt;br /&gt;I'd spent my life waiting for that kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relations all have lifetimes&lt;br /&gt;a spring and summer yet to play&lt;br /&gt;as autumn winds give way to winter&lt;br /&gt;I face the night, wait for the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625992181214656648-3657639557432472595?l=clifftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/feeds/3657639557432472595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-call-you-by-your-name-because-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625992181214656648/posts/default/3657639557432472595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625992181214656648/posts/default/3657639557432472595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-call-you-by-your-name-because-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343814711135603434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdX2xQLp35g/TPuI-ujpTZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GC46isa_72o/S220/22_19A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625992181214656648.post-5195931902962380112</id><published>2010-12-13T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:08:01.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream</title><content type='html'>In the quiet night I wake to the beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Tangled in satin I listen to the dark&lt;br /&gt;The stillness defeats me completely, surprised?&lt;br /&gt;I cast my mind back in the dark to her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark pools of liquid that gleamed in the night&lt;br /&gt;soft warm and dazzling reflecting the light&lt;br /&gt;I could feel myself sinking in pools much too deep&lt;br /&gt;I could feel myself reaching out in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a moment, a memory sweet&lt;br /&gt;Awakened once more from a slumber so deep&lt;br /&gt;Tangled up limbs and soft satin thighs&lt;br /&gt;Why am I drifting remembering eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smile was easy, hesitant, wide&lt;br /&gt;But her eyes could defeat me and dreaming I die&lt;br /&gt;soft skin caresses and the hard rhythm beats&lt;br /&gt;strange how the night fills these moments with heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heartbeat is pounding my mind running wild&lt;br /&gt;Tangled in satin the shadows growing mild&lt;br /&gt;Awoke from a slumber so peaceful I weep&lt;br /&gt;Strange how a moment can hold me from sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625992181214656648-5195931902962380112?l=clifftime.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdX2xQLp35g/TPuI-ujpTZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GC46isa_72o/S220/22_19A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625992181214656648.post-3813330629230986569</id><published>2010-12-05T04:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T04:03:56.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasting time</title><content type='html'>Is it too much to ask for someone to love&lt;br /&gt;A heart so great they accept you&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask for someone to trust&lt;br /&gt;A mind so great you can talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another night wasting time wasting words.&lt;br /&gt;Never enough time to share your world.&lt;br /&gt;Just another night exchanging words without meaning&lt;br /&gt;Never enough to say when you're feeling like a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask for someone who cares&lt;br /&gt;A heart so great they expect you&lt;br /&gt;Is it to much to ask for someone who loves&lt;br /&gt;A  touch so sweet you could dance to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world moves on in a twist of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Stars falling down as you laugh and cry&lt;br /&gt;Just another daydream of a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Just another kiss to wake you to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask for someone who dares&lt;br /&gt;A heart so great the accept you&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask for someone who shares&lt;br /&gt;Even if they task you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625992181214656648-3813330629230986569?l=clifftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/feeds/3813330629230986569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/2010/12/wasting-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625992181214656648/posts/default/3813330629230986569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625992181214656648/posts/default/3813330629230986569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/2010/12/wasting-time.html' title='wasting time'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343814711135603434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdX2xQLp35g/TPuI-ujpTZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GC46isa_72o/S220/22_19A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625992181214656648.post-6965363598585984094</id><published>2010-12-05T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T03:59:05.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering</title><content type='html'>I'm walking in the evening feel the starlight in my hair&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like believing that I just do not care&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering about my life and how to make a stand&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the evening in a strange and foreign land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun has sunk below the sky a strange and foreign sight&lt;br /&gt;It creates these dancing shadows that echo in the night&lt;br /&gt;The clouds are coming nearer I feel them on my skin&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be flying or am I just a sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water reaches out, to take me in it's grasp&lt;br /&gt;Just a little solitude, is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating on my back and staring at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Asking silly questions like who am I or why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the evening feel the starlight on my skin&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like believing that it's just the day I'm in&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering about my life as I try to understand&lt;br /&gt;As I wander through the evening in a strange and foreign land.&lt;div 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title='wandering'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343814711135603434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdX2xQLp35g/TPuI-ujpTZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GC46isa_72o/S220/22_19A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625992181214656648.post-8515012150013879583</id><published>2010-12-05T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T03:51:33.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moments</title><content type='html'>I find myself missing the moments&lt;br /&gt;watching the rain come down&lt;br /&gt;heartache and heartbreak please wash them away&lt;br /&gt;and I like a rock shall wear down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunlight awakens me as one single ray&lt;br /&gt;shines gently down on my face&lt;br /&gt;like a kiss I can feel it carress me&lt;br /&gt;feel my heart shiver and race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I'm feeling like dancing &lt;br /&gt;I raise my voice to the sky&lt;br /&gt;but the rain soon returns leaving me standing&lt;br /&gt;drowned and unable to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingertips tremble aching with need&lt;br /&gt;long spent unspoken unable to grieve&lt;br /&gt;a lovers soft touch unasked or unaided&lt;br /&gt;the rain soaks my skin as I stand up to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3625992181214656648-8515012150013879583?l=clifftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/feeds/8515012150013879583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clifftime.blogspot.com/2010/12/moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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