<?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-2806973418315974821</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:49:56.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Justice</title><subtitle type='html'>Just trying to do justice to each topic I write a poem about!

- Daniel Z. Garrett -</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-2786636254064712374</id><published>2010-11-16T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:59:05.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic</title><content type='html'>"Forget the screeching&lt;div&gt;and come to a hault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick of your games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tired of your whims&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fancies or so called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ideas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selfish? perhaps I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then would you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more or less if I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were not I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;excuses...you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind, my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;witness my vindication,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before the fall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-2786636254064712374?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/2786636254064712374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=2786636254064712374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/2786636254064712374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/2786636254064712374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2010/11/traffic.html' title='Traffic'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-1631466651195424422</id><published>2010-08-12T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:20:06.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisper (until the flame inside melts the castle of ice)</title><content type='html'>I ignite inside and&lt;br /&gt;suddenly something&lt;br /&gt;is consumed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if I have&lt;br /&gt;always known&lt;br /&gt;but I have lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I hope for&lt;br /&gt;success where it&lt;br /&gt;can only be earned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frozen in pain&lt;br /&gt;of the realization&lt;br /&gt;a flame encased&lt;br /&gt;in the ice newly formed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? why? because&lt;br /&gt;of me it is&lt;br /&gt;how it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it can change...&lt;br /&gt;Right...?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that better&lt;br /&gt;than a no?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I discontent&lt;br /&gt;when it is my&lt;br /&gt;doing anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;I can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;succeed&lt;br /&gt;overcome&lt;br /&gt;win&lt;br /&gt;climb&lt;br /&gt;hold&lt;br /&gt;stand&lt;br /&gt;feel&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;heal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-1631466651195424422?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/1631466651195424422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=1631466651195424422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1631466651195424422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1631466651195424422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2010/08/whisper-until-flame-inside-melts-castle.html' title='Whisper (until the flame inside melts the castle of ice)'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-6243725955832936462</id><published>2010-07-31T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:32:44.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cliche</title><content type='html'>The fur flies&lt;br /&gt;across the sea of&lt;br /&gt;seemingly endless&lt;br /&gt;space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only for it all&lt;br /&gt;to be for naught&lt;br /&gt;as like karma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man's best friend&lt;br /&gt;comes back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empty-handed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-6243725955832936462?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/6243725955832936462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=6243725955832936462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6243725955832936462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6243725955832936462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2010/07/cliche.html' title='The Cliche'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-1731765352626731229</id><published>2010-04-16T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T06:35:58.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silly discussions&lt;br /&gt;these debates&lt;br /&gt;I ignore&lt;br /&gt;Should I intercede?&lt;br /&gt;I think I know better...&lt;br /&gt;Yet that is why you argue&lt;br /&gt;So to argue proves you right&lt;br /&gt;and to keep silence&lt;br /&gt;is the only way to "win"?!&lt;br /&gt;somehow this seems wrong&lt;br /&gt;But what other option&lt;br /&gt;is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is so wrong!"&lt;br /&gt;i scream inside&lt;br /&gt;peace overwhelms&lt;br /&gt;From an unknown source&lt;br /&gt;God?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I pray&lt;br /&gt;The bickering continues&lt;br /&gt;outside&lt;br /&gt;"There is no one like our God..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song grabs every fiber&lt;br /&gt;as I try to write&lt;br /&gt;I reluctantly type&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;Joyful undercurrents&lt;br /&gt;swell&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;...me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...daniel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-1731765352626731229?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/1731765352626731229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=1731765352626731229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1731765352626731229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1731765352626731229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2010/04/silly-discussions-these-debates-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-8551887736343549077</id><published>2009-11-24T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:14:24.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hung a pic-</title><content type='html'>i hung a pic-&lt;br /&gt;ture on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a glimpse of dead-&lt;br /&gt;ly sins anoth-&lt;br /&gt;er committed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bleed; i bled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salvation  come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-8551887736343549077?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/8551887736343549077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=8551887736343549077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/8551887736343549077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/8551887736343549077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hung-pic.html' title='i hung a pic-'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-1753290727010995784</id><published>2009-11-04T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:01:15.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>role models</title><content type='html'>vases are emptying&lt;br /&gt;beneath the visible plane&lt;br /&gt;as one tries&lt;br /&gt;he fails to see&lt;br /&gt;them there&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;he cries&lt;br /&gt;refilling the vases&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly&lt;br /&gt;helping another&lt;br /&gt;by showing emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-1753290727010995784?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/1753290727010995784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=1753290727010995784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1753290727010995784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1753290727010995784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/11/role-models.html' title='role models'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-6856176533104825938</id><published>2009-11-03T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:31:27.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of Poetry</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is not a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-6856176533104825938?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/6856176533104825938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=6856176533104825938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6856176533104825938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6856176533104825938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/11/death-of-poetry.html' title='The Death of Poetry'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-2089921190846037186</id><published>2009-11-03T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:24:40.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing to the Air</title><content type='html'>I sing because I can&lt;br /&gt;I sing because I will that I must&lt;br /&gt;I sing because I like singing&lt;br /&gt;I sing because I sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang because I sang&lt;br /&gt;I sang because no one can hear&lt;br /&gt;I sang because I feel absent when doing so&lt;br /&gt;I sang because I am singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am singing because who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;I am singing because I hope&lt;br /&gt;I am singing because I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;I am singing because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-2089921190846037186?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/2089921190846037186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=2089921190846037186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/2089921190846037186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/2089921190846037186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/11/singing-to-air.html' title='Singing to the Air'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-8003174407826196325</id><published>2009-10-23T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:46:03.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Uneasy) Autumn Joys</title><content type='html'>Clicking, clicking, clicking - a rhythm beneath the noise&lt;br /&gt;Reverberates&lt;br /&gt;Steady heartbeats begin to race&lt;br /&gt;In anticipation&lt;br /&gt;How simplistic at first glance&lt;br /&gt;The lives of all surrounding&lt;br /&gt;Yet how much is missed&lt;br /&gt;If a second glance&lt;br /&gt;Is not given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful, intricate design is&lt;br /&gt;Weaved&lt;br /&gt;Interlacing smiles amongst&lt;br /&gt;The crowd&lt;br /&gt;Bounce, jump, skip and try not to fall&lt;br /&gt;A child worries so little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near perfection&lt;br /&gt;Is attained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-8003174407826196325?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/8003174407826196325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=8003174407826196325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/8003174407826196325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/8003174407826196325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/10/uneasy-autumn-joys.html' title='(Uneasy) Autumn Joys'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-6555487430931592758</id><published>2009-10-16T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:28:43.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation</title><content type='html'>Countless windows into lives, you walk on past&lt;br /&gt;Who can help them all? So why even try?&lt;br /&gt;Fiery days preceding cold nights&lt;br /&gt;Working furiously to no end&lt;br /&gt;Viciously cut like him before&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry it will happen to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, war, power, and gossip...&lt;br /&gt;The endless noise accumulates&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it's all just too much to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why try?  Why care?  Why cry?&lt;br /&gt;No one can make it in this world on their own&lt;br /&gt;So who will care about another?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps mortality isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;With worry and doubt abounding&lt;br /&gt;Futility rises through the fray&lt;br /&gt;So all you want is to die quickly and forget&lt;br /&gt;A God can not exist or surely He is evil!&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it; kill me, please!&lt;br /&gt;But no, you won't even do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternity is so long&lt;br /&gt;How can one endure it when life is too much already?!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there is nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;Can I be so lucky?&lt;br /&gt;Give me something now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it comes in a rushing wind -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, joy, serenity, hope, wonder, and amazement&lt;br /&gt;When you kneel that first day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-6555487430931592758?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/6555487430931592758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=6555487430931592758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6555487430931592758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6555487430931592758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/10/salvation.html' title='Salvation'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-6710409174130033496</id><published>2009-05-31T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:23:23.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward?</title><content type='html'>Kindly profess my love and I&lt;br /&gt;Am seen so very forward&lt;br /&gt;Try not harass my love but I&lt;br /&gt;Cannot help but seem forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the line that I may not&lt;br /&gt;Cross if I wish not be forward&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the time; I wish be taught&lt;br /&gt;How to avoid being forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why such a crime to simply ask&lt;br /&gt;A question without being forward&lt;br /&gt;So I opine and break down and ask&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  She sees me forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-6710409174130033496?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/6710409174130033496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=6710409174130033496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6710409174130033496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6710409174130033496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/05/forward.html' title='Forward?'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-9128481035908144025</id><published>2009-05-27T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:33:49.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List (From May 26th, 2009 Facebook Post)</title><content type='html'>Late at night the wishing&lt;br /&gt;Of all yet seen to come&lt;br /&gt;Veering off and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Escaping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in my thoughts that&lt;br /&gt;Answer to each missing&lt;br /&gt;Image of my life I&lt;br /&gt;Note fleeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I long for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Of which to I can cling&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my day is near&lt;br /&gt;End reaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I start to ring&lt;br /&gt;Each note that sounds retreat&lt;br /&gt;Somehow peace comes whisking&lt;br /&gt;Endless puzzles off to&lt;br /&gt;Some place of no wishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-9128481035908144025?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/9128481035908144025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=9128481035908144025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/9128481035908144025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/9128481035908144025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish-list-from-may-26th-2009-facebook.html' title='Wish List (From May 26th, 2009 Facebook Post)'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-5964018176971934257</id><published>2009-04-14T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:48:16.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love (From My April 13th, 2009 Facebook Post)</title><content type='html'>No word is less defined - nor an idea more pondered&lt;br /&gt;Those who hold it can not describe it and&lt;br /&gt;The many searching know not how to find it&lt;br /&gt;Through it we bless - through it we are blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is to believe the impossible while in a state&lt;br /&gt;Of perceptual anesthesia.  There is always some&lt;br /&gt;Madness in it, but the madness is not without reason&lt;br /&gt;For only it - not even reason - is stronger than death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the master key to the gates of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Through music it caresses the infinite masses&lt;br /&gt;It is a glimpse of heaven often stronger than&lt;br /&gt;The convictions of man.  It is the one true ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the only true adventure, and through it&lt;br /&gt;Is found the true power and potential of existence&lt;br /&gt;No room is too small; it will stretch the heart&lt;br /&gt;Of the most unwilling, most perplexed, and most afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is its final form and greatest power&lt;br /&gt;It is what drives one's soul from its hiding place&lt;br /&gt;It is a certain special way of being alive.  True&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom can only be found in its beating heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a fool in it is nonsense; only the man who&lt;br /&gt;Denies it is a fool.  It is true that if clutched, it&lt;br /&gt;Will dart away, but though elusive, its value is great&lt;br /&gt;And once it begins, it is harder than war to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is endless forgiveness - like the master's violin&lt;br /&gt;Whose music may pause, but whose strings remain&lt;br /&gt;It frees all who embrace it from all weight and&lt;br /&gt;Pain, and it will never wrong nor lead one astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one person to a world, it transforms into&lt;br /&gt;The world to one person.  It gives strength to&lt;br /&gt;Those who receive and courage to those who give&lt;br /&gt;It is a rare, divine power given to all of mankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything must be risked in the name of it&lt;br /&gt;Or else even more is risked.  It is the only&lt;br /&gt;Known form of immortality.  It is the lone&lt;br /&gt;Real gracious act capable of fallen man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man's greatest legacy is in it; the one way&lt;br /&gt;To accurately judge a man is by his display of it&lt;br /&gt;In the final analysis, it is the only reflection&lt;br /&gt;Of a man's true worth.  It is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more than three words mumbled before&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime; it is sustained by action, a pattern of&lt;br /&gt;Devotion in the things done for one another&lt;br /&gt;Each and every passing moment, day, and year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired&lt;br /&gt;And is not found by finding the perfect person&lt;br /&gt;But by seeing an imperfect person perfectly&lt;br /&gt;And above all this, LOVE is a friendship set on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett* -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This is composed of numerous famous quotations on love from known and unknown authors alike. Some quotations are quoted exactly, others are paraphrased or have only an excerpt displayed above. Most were simply inspiration for things I wrote. Of course, some of it is purely original material, as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-5964018176971934257?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/5964018176971934257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=5964018176971934257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/5964018176971934257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/5964018176971934257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-from-my-april-13th-2009-facebook.html' title='Love (From My April 13th, 2009 Facebook Post)'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-4357183761606401682</id><published>2009-04-13T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:12:10.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stranger</title><content type='html'>Oh, the chances that slip by,&lt;br /&gt;What years could be had if&lt;br /&gt;For a moment a single word&lt;br /&gt;You could speak to a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What harm would there be&lt;br /&gt;If your gesture is so declined?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what good could be gained&lt;br /&gt;If for a moment you just spoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-4357183761606401682?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/4357183761606401682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=4357183761606401682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/4357183761606401682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/4357183761606401682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/04/stranger.html' title='A Stranger'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-792978746390072532</id><published>2009-03-30T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:11:23.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>The universe can't contain&lt;br /&gt;The war that rages within&lt;br /&gt;Nor can relentless time&lt;br /&gt;Resolve this one conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one word can I whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-792978746390072532?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/792978746390072532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=792978746390072532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/792978746390072532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/792978746390072532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/03/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-1730925368067465281</id><published>2009-01-24T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:48:07.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice Tarries</title><content type='html'>The world reaches&lt;br /&gt;For the innocent&lt;br /&gt;Grasping lives&lt;br /&gt;In an instant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church fails&lt;br /&gt;To stand and hold&lt;br /&gt;The great beacon&lt;br /&gt;In the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions taken&lt;br /&gt;Day and night&lt;br /&gt;Many more&lt;br /&gt;Give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day soon&lt;br /&gt;He will return&lt;br /&gt;All saved will rise&lt;br /&gt;And the world burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-1730925368067465281?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/1730925368067465281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=1730925368067465281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1730925368067465281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1730925368067465281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/01/justice-tarries.html' title='Justice Tarries'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-4910917573003316649</id><published>2009-01-22T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:02:21.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation</title><content type='html'>Your love withers my hopeless heart&lt;br /&gt;Into acceptance of what that is&lt;br /&gt;Once I thought of but only your hand&lt;br /&gt;Then my dreams you sent to dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silenced all my wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;I ask you now for just one favor&lt;br /&gt;If I cannot have hope of you&lt;br /&gt;Will you take my nightmares, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-4910917573003316649?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/4910917573003316649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=4910917573003316649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/4910917573003316649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/4910917573003316649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/01/infatuation.html' title='Infatuation'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-213746495190419854</id><published>2009-01-22T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:00:08.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death in War</title><content type='html'>Rivers of blood&lt;br /&gt;Flow in streets foreign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a single instant&lt;br /&gt;Nine months are sullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a life lived&lt;br /&gt;What a life lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High a price paid&lt;br /&gt;For some old man's thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-213746495190419854?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/213746495190419854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=213746495190419854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/213746495190419854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/213746495190419854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/01/death-in-war.html' title='Death in War'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-692187002795575484</id><published>2009-01-22T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:58:40.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Revolution</title><content type='html'>Silver days eclipsed by&lt;br /&gt;Golden nights&lt;br /&gt;Infants slay&lt;br /&gt;Their fathers' only lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will it pass?&lt;br /&gt;The Day of Judgment&lt;br /&gt;And haunt those whose tasks&lt;br /&gt;Kill the remnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice seems not exist&lt;br /&gt;As they fall&lt;br /&gt;Those who ask&lt;br /&gt;Never receive their call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can one&lt;br /&gt;Only hope to live?&lt;br /&gt;As but ev'ryone&lt;br /&gt;Soon meets their end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-692187002795575484?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/692187002795575484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=692187002795575484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/692187002795575484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/692187002795575484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/01/young-revolution.html' title='Young Revolution'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-3818398871175743701</id><published>2009-01-22T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:55:12.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frantic Nights</title><content type='html'>The years&lt;br /&gt;The nights&lt;br /&gt;The fires&lt;br /&gt;The lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing on&lt;br /&gt;To blood-shot eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How feverishly you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a single rope&lt;br /&gt;On which to climb to free yourself&lt;br /&gt;Or on which to hold for a hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you drown&lt;br /&gt;In your wild search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears&lt;br /&gt;The fights&lt;br /&gt;The liars&lt;br /&gt;The sights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-3818398871175743701?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/3818398871175743701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=3818398871175743701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/3818398871175743701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/3818398871175743701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/01/frantic-nights.html' title='Frantic Nights'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-6087290742751788159</id><published>2009-01-21T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:42:45.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gilding Mind</title><content type='html'>Fixation beyond imagination&lt;br /&gt;Perils in the deep of old&lt;br /&gt;The fountains cease&lt;br /&gt;The rivers soar&lt;br /&gt;In sound mind and body&lt;br /&gt;One is no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams forever&lt;br /&gt;Pains to feel&lt;br /&gt;In the endless nights&lt;br /&gt;As stainless steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart hardens to linger on&lt;br /&gt;Or crushed it is to be assured&lt;br /&gt;The soul longs&lt;br /&gt;The spirit yearns&lt;br /&gt;Oh they dedicate&lt;br /&gt;The mortal's fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-6087290742751788159?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/6087290742751788159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=6087290742751788159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6087290742751788159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6087290742751788159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/01/fixation-beyond-imagination-perils-in.html' title='The Gilding Mind'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-6681594131630353726</id><published>2009-01-15T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:01:41.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abyss</title><content type='html'>Darker, forward she comes&lt;br /&gt;To face you without a face&lt;br /&gt;You tremble before no one&lt;br /&gt;Yet, she stands there waiting&lt;br /&gt;You wonder where they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you all alone now - NOW?!&lt;br /&gt;In a time such as this?!&lt;br /&gt;The worst of times, you think&lt;br /&gt;You urge onward, fending her off&lt;br /&gt;Long enough to say one word&lt;br /&gt;To an ear that will carry on&lt;br /&gt;Searching everywhere for naught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feared this moment&lt;br /&gt;Not for yourself but for them&lt;br /&gt;Just one word...anything...&lt;br /&gt;You search for the perfect thing&lt;br /&gt;While you run - forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-6681594131630353726?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/6681594131630353726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=6681594131630353726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6681594131630353726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6681594131630353726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/01/abyss.html' title='Abyss'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-8129875510561388717</id><published>2009-01-15T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:23:50.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>A child&lt;br /&gt;His smile I adore&lt;br /&gt;The first cry&lt;br /&gt;The first tear&lt;br /&gt;I hold him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house&lt;br /&gt;Barely large enough so&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to&lt;br /&gt;Provide all so&lt;br /&gt;We can live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything&lt;br /&gt;I'd give so readily&lt;br /&gt;For this dream&lt;br /&gt;To be reality&lt;br /&gt;For one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime of joy&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel in&lt;br /&gt;That single day&lt;br /&gt;If only so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-8129875510561388717?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/8129875510561388717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=8129875510561388717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/8129875510561388717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/8129875510561388717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-502430416675968350</id><published>2009-01-15T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:01:00.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Covenant</title><content type='html'>Frightened beneath&lt;br /&gt;A single tear&lt;br /&gt;Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite peace&lt;br /&gt;You once thought&lt;br /&gt;Erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters&lt;br /&gt;For all lost&lt;br /&gt;Cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until once&lt;br /&gt;You fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-502430416675968350?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/502430416675968350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=502430416675968350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/502430416675968350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/502430416675968350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/01/covenant.html' title='Covenant'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-2028580030473551676</id><published>2009-01-03T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:00:43.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen</title><content type='html'>Standing still, yet ever moving&lt;br /&gt;Within the confines of oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Time is an alien to the reality&lt;br /&gt;Encompassing your universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an instant, you live forever&lt;br /&gt;And travel beyond all known&lt;br /&gt;To a place of unknown wonder&lt;br /&gt;And perpetual joy and serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around you has gone&lt;br /&gt;None remain, but neither do you&lt;br /&gt;As you become the unimaginable&lt;br /&gt;All else fades into the distant past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much that you merely dream&lt;br /&gt;All life is a dream, and life is lost&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the layers of ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Till it drowns in the forgotten sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone once held cares&lt;br /&gt;Now regarded as merely nothing&lt;br /&gt;And even the memory of death dies&lt;br /&gt;For it drowns and passes as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-2028580030473551676?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/2028580030473551676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=2028580030473551676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/2028580030473551676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/2028580030473551676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/01/frozen.html' title='Frozen'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-6185090563434730293</id><published>2009-01-03T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:00:19.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections (From my MySpace Blog of May 26th, 2008)</title><content type='html'>Four years&lt;br /&gt;Four loves&lt;br /&gt;All lost&lt;br /&gt;All doves&lt;br /&gt;Each seeing&lt;br /&gt;What I could not&lt;br /&gt;Each not feeling&lt;br /&gt;What I had thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred friends&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred funs&lt;br /&gt;All frost&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the Suns&lt;br /&gt;Some closer&lt;br /&gt;And some not&lt;br /&gt;Some forever&lt;br /&gt;Or to be forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighty poems&lt;br /&gt;Eighty songs&lt;br /&gt;Held inside&lt;br /&gt;Perpetually caught&lt;br /&gt;All foreseen&lt;br /&gt;Within my mind&lt;br /&gt;All revealed&lt;br /&gt;Within my rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One million burdens&lt;br /&gt;One million crimes&lt;br /&gt;Sorrows held&lt;br /&gt;For all times&lt;br /&gt;It seems so cold&lt;br /&gt;In nights as such&lt;br /&gt;Yet to Christ&lt;br /&gt;I will always clutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-6185090563434730293?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/6185090563434730293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=6185090563434730293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6185090563434730293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6185090563434730293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflections-from-my-myspace-blog-of-may.html' title='Reflections (From my MySpace Blog of May 26th, 2008)'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-1939271741546944305</id><published>2008-12-19T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:44:30.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divinity</title><content type='html'>Only God in all that is known and unknown can claim such a title as "Divine"&lt;br /&gt;Is it even possible to fathom the full implications of such a selective term as this?&lt;br /&gt;To be divine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is impossible&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Imagine something&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Imagine something so great you can't even fully imagine it&lt;br /&gt;A divine being can do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to contemplate every "super-human" quality ever conceived&lt;br /&gt;Books, comics, magazines, fairy tales, fiction, nonfiction, and more&lt;br /&gt;A divine being can make it all seem ridiculous to even waste the time thinking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divinity means omniscience, omnipotence, omnipresence, and immutability&lt;br /&gt;God is exclusively divine&lt;br /&gt;Only He can and does know all&lt;br /&gt;Only He can be and is all powerful&lt;br /&gt;Only He can be and is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And Only He is and forever will be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any even comprehend the concept of knowing everything?&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing new that can ever be added to His knowledge&lt;br /&gt;He is eternal and there is an eternity ahead for infinite things to happen&lt;br /&gt;And only He knows them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no limit to infinity, this is its very definition&lt;br /&gt;And yet even infinite knowledge cannot escape Him&lt;br /&gt;He is beyond limitless if something without limit is subject to Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any even attempt to understand the ability to wield all power?&lt;br /&gt;There is no power that is not subject to Him&lt;br /&gt;He is so powerful, that He can even limit his limitless powers out of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any even try to realize being everywhere at once?&lt;br /&gt;In the infinite expanse of the universe and beyond He is&lt;br /&gt;He is One being and yet also everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Given all eternity and infinite speed, no one could ever leave His domain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the limitless infinity of space and time are limited to Him&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of being so great as to have something&lt;br /&gt;Without limits limited to Him is beyond all mortal understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any even try to reason how He cannot change?&lt;br /&gt;He is everywhere, and everything changes, and yet He does not&lt;br /&gt;He dwells in his very servants - all whom change - and yet He does not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a divine being can do these things and more&lt;br /&gt;All beyond all understanding of "possible"&lt;br /&gt;And still care enough to send His Son for mankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought even perplexing in itself on infinite levels&lt;br /&gt;Why would a limitless God limit Himself as so?&lt;br /&gt;How can He be Three in One?&lt;br /&gt;How...Why...I don't understand...?&lt;br /&gt;All questions frequently gracing the mouths of man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that must be known is His Love and our inferiority to His divinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-1939271741546944305?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/1939271741546944305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=1939271741546944305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1939271741546944305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1939271741546944305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2008/12/divinity.html' title='Divinity'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-2815837918941704110</id><published>2008-12-19T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:48:35.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and the Love of Power</title><content type='html'>For before even man, struggle for power was witnessed&lt;br /&gt;The high angel Lucifer wished to surpass his great Creator&lt;br /&gt;From this, one third of all angels have fallen and sin known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some seek it through material wealth or fame&lt;br /&gt;Others try finding it in education, prestige, or honor&lt;br /&gt;Many more have tried finding it through military prowess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an animal instinct, scholars say, to wish to be elevated&lt;br /&gt;The sense of superiority and dominance somehow satisfies&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it only drives many to thirst it more after the first taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rare to find a soul content in this deeply lost world&lt;br /&gt;People would rather reign here in flesh than later in spirit&lt;br /&gt;For to many, it would be an investment in the vast unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even many Christians find it hard to sacrifice now for then&lt;br /&gt;They believe, but they cannot see beyond what is physical&lt;br /&gt;Or they rationalize the reasoning behind their selfish pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is natural to seek great power; it is a desire of the flesh&lt;br /&gt;But, only a few really know how to wield true power now&lt;br /&gt;For these men and women know the true definition of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have given their lives to the One who gave His for them&lt;br /&gt;Their love for Him is above all, and their love for family second&lt;br /&gt;Their love for friends and even enemies rises above themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-2815837918941704110?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/2815837918941704110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=2815837918941704110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/2815837918941704110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/2815837918941704110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-and-love-of-power.html' title='Love and the Love of Power'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-1129158906777598767</id><published>2008-12-02T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:51:50.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries of a First Date</title><content type='html'>Anxiety compounds itself within as I arrive twenty minutes early to my six 'o clock date.&lt;br /&gt;For thirty-five minutes, my feelings range from worrying about one thing to another.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the taxicab arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am patiently waiting, fifteen minutes after and she is not here!&lt;br /&gt;I pay the cab driver $5 and apologize for the delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten minutes more pass, her 4 minute walk has led her to new position.&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; me, she announces her presence.&lt;br /&gt;My heart worries she did not hear me just say she was twenty-five minutes late to the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride over is small talk, but then again the whole night is.&lt;br /&gt;I explain that I left her birthday present in my room as we drive by.&lt;br /&gt;I worry she does not already find me incompetent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk into the restaurant and are promptly seated.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now my nerves decide to start sending a billion mixed signals to my brain.&lt;br /&gt;We read the menu and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after a waiter comes and we both order water.&lt;br /&gt;I question if I should not have ordered water and if I made her feel as if she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to order water.&lt;br /&gt;I dismiss the thought as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; unfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She receives a couple texts - no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Conversation seems to be flowing (in my opinion)&lt;br /&gt;Until I receive a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call is important, so I excuse myself from the table.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize profusely as I return.&lt;br /&gt;I begin to wonder how many things I can botch and still have a chance at a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things continue on; we receive our meals.&lt;br /&gt;She begins looking at me in what I feel is probably a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes won't stay fixated on hers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try, I can't for more than but a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been good at eye contact...really.&lt;br /&gt;But will she think I just don't like looking at her?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and joke it off, but I don't believe it works.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she doesn't think I'm insecure (even though I am).&lt;br /&gt;I pray that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is not the straw that breaks my chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call for a cab ride back.&lt;br /&gt;I pay for the bill which is surprisingly low.&lt;br /&gt;We talk some more as we wait for the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ride back, we talk a little more.&lt;br /&gt;I pay the driver as we step out.&lt;br /&gt;We say good-bye and we part our ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk back my mind races.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the hitches, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;still enjoyed the brief date.&lt;br /&gt;But the final question that haunts me, did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; enjoy it enough...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-1129158906777598767?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/1129158906777598767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=1129158906777598767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1129158906777598767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1129158906777598767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2008/12/worries-of-first-date.html' title='Worries of a First Date'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-1236387947588892847</id><published>2008-11-25T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:51:12.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplations</title><content type='html'>1:11 at night&lt;br /&gt;I lay awake in thought&lt;br /&gt;Sprawled out over the love seat&lt;br /&gt;In the living room&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing on the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;In precise patterns&lt;br /&gt;As to transcribe this poem&lt;br /&gt;This very one you&lt;br /&gt;Read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of where&lt;br /&gt;I'm leading you&lt;br /&gt;I just continue on&lt;br /&gt;While I think about&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did my life&lt;br /&gt;Get to where it is&lt;br /&gt;It is not bad&lt;br /&gt;I do not complain about&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my life&lt;br /&gt;But how did I get here&lt;br /&gt;From birth 'till now&lt;br /&gt;Such a journey to be&lt;br /&gt;Made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So indecisive&lt;br /&gt;How can I not know&lt;br /&gt;I give everyone advice&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am now&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, girls, girls&lt;br /&gt;There's a mouthful there&lt;br /&gt;10 million words written&lt;br /&gt;And still no man&lt;br /&gt;Understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, ah stress&lt;br /&gt;They go hand-in-hand&lt;br /&gt;I used to enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;But now education&lt;br /&gt;Hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest pains&lt;br /&gt;Physical and emotional&lt;br /&gt;School and girls, respectively&lt;br /&gt;They take their&lt;br /&gt;Toll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how things&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps have progressed&lt;br /&gt;In differing ways&lt;br /&gt;Than I&lt;br /&gt;Wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how to&lt;br /&gt;Change the path&lt;br /&gt;My life seems&lt;br /&gt;To be&lt;br /&gt;Following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless&lt;br /&gt;I press on&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the pain&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the blood of&lt;br /&gt;Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for that&lt;br /&gt;I wish not know&lt;br /&gt;Where I would be now&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and what I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the game&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I&lt;br /&gt;Played together&lt;br /&gt;In the brief few&lt;br /&gt;Moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the sleepy dog&lt;br /&gt;Beside me&lt;br /&gt;Beckoning me&lt;br /&gt;To go to&lt;br /&gt;Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the girl&lt;br /&gt;The nice and pretty young&lt;br /&gt;Woman in my living room&lt;br /&gt;Earlier tonight with&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about so many other&lt;br /&gt;Things and people&lt;br /&gt;When did life&lt;br /&gt;Get this&lt;br /&gt;Way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where it confuses me&lt;br /&gt;So much as this&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the simple&lt;br /&gt;Times of my&lt;br /&gt;Childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where the&lt;br /&gt;Past 18 stanzas and years&lt;br /&gt;Have led me to&lt;br /&gt;And where to go&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray every day&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes cannot rest&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure so much out&lt;br /&gt;When it ought to be in God's&lt;br /&gt;Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep on&lt;br /&gt;Insisting on doing it&lt;br /&gt;All alone and just keep on&lt;br /&gt;Failing, crying, and dying&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-1236387947588892847?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/1236387947588892847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=1236387947588892847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1236387947588892847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/1236387947588892847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2008/11/contemplations.html' title='Contemplations'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-6094434773427421077</id><published>2008-11-21T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:29:51.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacing</title><content type='html'>Pacing&lt;br /&gt;Around about&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Pacing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing&lt;br /&gt;Moments by&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and praying&lt;br /&gt;Wishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying&lt;br /&gt;Unending tears&lt;br /&gt;Joy and thanks&lt;br /&gt;Crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding&lt;br /&gt;Little arms&lt;br /&gt;Fingers and toes&lt;br /&gt;Holding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Releasing&lt;br /&gt;All nightmares&lt;br /&gt;Worries and fears&lt;br /&gt;Releasing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacing&lt;br /&gt;Around about&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Pacing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-6094434773427421077?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/6094434773427421077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=6094434773427421077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6094434773427421077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/6094434773427421077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2008/11/pacing-around-about-back-and-forth.html' title='Pacing'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-2979246156185056739</id><published>2008-11-21T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:28:45.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick-Tock</title><content type='html'>Racing forward, never ceasing&lt;br /&gt;This gift of ours, what a blessing&lt;br /&gt;He leaves as quickly as he came&lt;br /&gt;Unable to slow his passing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many try to hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that they are in the right&lt;br /&gt;They don't realize that they are lame&lt;br /&gt;Paralyzed with fear at her sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's deemed the great equalizer&lt;br /&gt;She is not bias, just watch her&lt;br /&gt;He leads you to her as if tame&lt;br /&gt;And you soon do wish that she were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she is wilder than the night&lt;br /&gt;The young and old will feel her might&lt;br /&gt;And you will feel her all the same&lt;br /&gt;So cherish him while there's still light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. Garrett -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806973418315974821-2979246156185056739?l=poetjustice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/feeds/2979246156185056739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806973418315974821&amp;postID=2979246156185056739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/2979246156185056739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806973418315974821/posts/default/2979246156185056739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetjustice.blogspot.com/2008/11/tick-tock.html' title='Tick-Tock'/><author><name>Daniel Z. Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495581956388077484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806973418315974821.post-1410164327404922892</id><published>2008-11-20T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:56:35.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time When the Red Bird Calls</title><content type='html'>We sit here waiting for the time when the red bird calls&lt;br /&gt;Hearing, listening to a silence piercing through the halls of eternity&lt;br /&gt;As we count the seconds, minutes, hours to fall&lt;br /&gt;Until the red bird calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some wait so long and the red bird never calls&lt;br /&gt;Many abandon their posts and perish afar&lt;br /&gt;But those precious few who wait for him&lt;br /&gt;Never fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red bird's call is so mellow, so quaint&lt;br /&gt;It eases the pain of all who lend ear&lt;br /&gt;But all who reject him&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the evening as the red bird sings&lt;br /&gt;It ascends beyond the stars&lt;br /&gt;With it passes all time&lt;br /&gt;And all who listen rise with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Z. 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