<?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-8656727795278697077</id><updated>2012-01-07T01:43:47.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prince Robert Jr. Enchantment</title><subtitle type='html'>Living a life defining enigma</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-6836408944726435136</id><published>2012-01-07T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T01:43:47.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some More Of My Crazy Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IIR3FgxzVO4/TwfpOVwNSlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lk5DZnfn-04/s1600/IMG_0637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IIR3FgxzVO4/TwfpOVwNSlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lk5DZnfn-04/s320/IMG_0637.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a job you can say you are philanthropic.  You are letting somebody else make your money as a random act of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Republicans are saying racist stuff because they aren't going to get but 10 or 11 votes from black people.  Herman Cain makes 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newt is about to open a serious can of whupass on Willard Mitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they let Buddy R debate he will surge. What a sorry bunch they all are. Nobody even knows who Buddy Roemer is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clemson got beat like an early season division II opponent of an SEC Championship Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Michelle and Rick a little Stevie Wonder Fingertips.  good bye good bye good bye good bye good bye good bye good bye gotta go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh snap is Perry still in?  Did he do the ole fake out on Michelle B?  Don't call it a comeback!&amp;nbsp; He never left?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who declares war does not have the right to define or dictate how it will be fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santorum? What a wackadoodle! &amp;nbsp; Most of the republicans, money be damned, just don't want Romney. If folks drop out the race Romney is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Republicans want to shrink and overthrow the government?&amp;nbsp; Talk about a revolution?&amp;nbsp; So basically the Republicans are for Anarchy?  I mean who would have thunk that in the end they are just a bunch of radical left cuties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a part of Rick Perry's security force in charge of prepping him on the Federal&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Agencies he would close. I was fired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-6836408944726435136?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/6836408944726435136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-more-of-my-crazy-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6836408944726435136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6836408944726435136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-more-of-my-crazy-crap.html' title='Some More Of My Crazy Crap'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IIR3FgxzVO4/TwfpOVwNSlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lk5DZnfn-04/s72-c/IMG_0637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-6208437491365531231</id><published>2012-01-06T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:50:29.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By Heaven's Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1G0g2wkI64M/TwdPMFmB9LI/AAAAAAAAASs/m9RvUoWrano/s1600/Lighthouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1G0g2wkI64M/TwdPMFmB9LI/AAAAAAAAASs/m9RvUoWrano/s320/Lighthouse.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soothing burning meteor skips across&amp;nbsp;life's road&lt;br /&gt;Dipping your loaded bare feet in cool calm waters&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a poem out of maddening politics&lt;br /&gt;Seeing people suffer and being twisted into&lt;br /&gt;Pliant tricks getting sick and tired of the jive lunatics&lt;br /&gt;As the deaf dumb and blind are identified stamped and&lt;br /&gt;labeled incorrectly scourged and stripped of all self respect&lt;br /&gt;It hard not to whine when exploited and choked by the vine&lt;br /&gt;Of the lie around the neck and the jet stream retrospect&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to breath around the foul mouthed and uncouth&lt;br /&gt;Majority out here who never tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;The deep dark chocolate of&amp;nbsp;our humanity's&amp;nbsp;joy&lt;br /&gt;Man woman child is promised and earned freedom&lt;br /&gt;Yet still being treated like a slave girl &amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;boy&lt;br /&gt;Victimless because you refuse to allow it&lt;br /&gt;Fierce with fight just for a moment of peace and quiet&lt;br /&gt;Calming down while in preparation of an inner spirit riot&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you will and must explode trample and thrash&lt;br /&gt;Before any enemy succeeds in making you implode and crash&lt;br /&gt;Gonna march, flex,&amp;nbsp;advance and soulfully flow&lt;br /&gt;Gonna live this life full of the best way to know&lt;br /&gt;Will yes, win, triumph and do new because glory is true&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stop what right will happen bodacious and discretely&lt;br /&gt;That is how you elevate loving and&amp;nbsp;right doing completely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-6208437491365531231?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/6208437491365531231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2012/01/by-heavens-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6208437491365531231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6208437491365531231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2012/01/by-heavens-door.html' title='By Heaven&apos;s Door'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1G0g2wkI64M/TwdPMFmB9LI/AAAAAAAAASs/m9RvUoWrano/s72-c/Lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-843551357369557442</id><published>2011-12-20T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T07:25:17.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being of Assistance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;If you are weary, climb up on my shoulders and let my footprints in the sand be your proxy until you are able to resume your regular movements through space.  From time to time we all need to be still yet in need of safe passage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIybMut6slY/TvB-ATmMjuI/AAAAAAAAASc/5EcBbJwJUe0/s1600/IMG_1059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIybMut6slY/TvB-ATmMjuI/AAAAAAAAASc/5EcBbJwJUe0/s320/IMG_1059.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-843551357369557442?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/843551357369557442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-of-assistance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/843551357369557442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/843551357369557442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-of-assistance.html' title='Being of Assistance'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIybMut6slY/TvB-ATmMjuI/AAAAAAAAASc/5EcBbJwJUe0/s72-c/IMG_1059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-1572715915373672731</id><published>2011-12-17T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T22:35:05.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitt and Tat And Things Like That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kcRIAC1ysI/Tu1fT6F_79I/AAAAAAAAASU/e9YgCcef8_I/s1600/IMG_1494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kcRIAC1ysI/Tu1fT6F_79I/AAAAAAAAASU/e9YgCcef8_I/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Some people are a walking condom. One look and people automatically want to practice safe sex by running the other way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I'm opening a send me a dollar for a blessing mail order home business. Why should I sit out in the cold and beg?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Lady Gaga made 90 Million. Hmmm so what I have 90 million germs. Let her hate on me!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Retard them retard them make them relinquish the ball. Beat em bust em thats our custom. What are these? Email or texts or....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Newt slipping, Ron Paul gaining, Mitt twisting and swaying, Michelle and Rick still can't get any love Herman gone and a Trump 3rd party run.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;LeBron likes the Cowboys Nice marriage. They have a lot in common&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;See all these tweets on the Sunday night game. It warms my heart to see so many fellow Americans hate Dallas!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;NBA is discriminating against the Lakers. Let Chris Paul go. They need a Green Bay Packer model for the small market teams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;To the DC Dallas fans invite Cowboy players to your Super Bowl Party they will be available&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;How do you fail 11 drug tests since August and be a serious professional athlete? REHAB brother. Check in and save your millions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Speaker Boner says the payroll tax break is chicken poop. That estrogenic crybaby has lost his corporate flunky mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Don't overestimate the Gingrich hypocrisy sleaze factor. There is a large sleazy hypocrite element out there millions strong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Some day Obama is going to tell the Republicans why don't you just bite me. I mean it. One nation one response BITE ME!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tebow is 7-1 John Elway. Are you hating because he is more popular than you in Denver? Are you a jealous kinda fella?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A political ad showing what the Republican party has done for the country or to it would have to be dated before January 20 2009.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mitt Romney getting his panties in a bunch every time he is asked a question by the press is interesting. Very imperial of him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It never hurt me that I was not a good dancer in high school. It's not like I had to do jail time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A steady dose of running to Fox news to state your case will kill you when you have to face questions and real scrutiny&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Silk has a soy eggnog out. I think it tastes as good as regular nog with very little fat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Exercise is good preventive medicine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Men oatmeal is natural Viagra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eat a lot of cruciferous veggies. Broccoli cauliflower cabbage brusell sprouts. Cancer prevention at its best.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I am thirsty for information on health nutrition and fitness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Crime doesn't pay for you but it will pay for somebody. Just remember it will not pay for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Don't let them get you Sweetback! A tribute to all of the politicians and white collar crooks about to be busted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Donald Trump gets a lot of attention. He is rich. And he is a gaping spotty haired ahole not worth the 2 ss's I purposely left out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I just saw a commercial for Chia Obama. Do we want to honor the brother with a Chia Pet model?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;For the suffering souls out there I pray that this day all of your troubles drift away as your soul is washed in a spiritual jacuzzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hey presidential candidates can be sugar daddies too. I wonder how many presidents made it rain? How many were cakein and trickin?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I want to interview famous whites and ask them who are their favorite blacks. You know their credit to their race all stars.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;T Pain doesn't sound bad on J Leno. Tell me about that mic? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;T getting the feeling. Very soulfully delivering&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Being a public figure means your personal business will be public. You will pay the piper every time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Now tell me why dudes fall for the sexy decoy on the Maury Show? Stupid McNupid!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The true Republican Party base. Who and what they really represent; anybody wealthy, guns, bombs, tax cuts, and loopholes. That's it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Herman Cain must be a threat. The man is just trying to sell books. Brother man conservatives don't want you messing with their women.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It would be too much like right for the media to refuse to run any political ad that lied or deceived.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So recently I started tweeting again. Nobody mentioned it however and I find it hard to understand. Don't you care? No. Oh okay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;You would be angry if your child came home and wanted to write about Buckwheat for Black History Month.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sometimes scratching your butt makes it itch more. Solution= try washing followed by using lotion. Tell me what you think America?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I wish all the tax cutters would tell the "job creators"to cut prices on goods and services. Things cost too damn much and quality sucks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Buddy Roemer is running for the Republican nomination for president. Did you know? Do you care?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Did you know that Mitt Romney's real first name is Willard? I didn't.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Reed Between the Lines. Theo as Heathcliff. I like the effort.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mitt can it be 2008 when an aging left for dead pol steals your thunder and gets the nomination? Newt gets the loot?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The thing that holds back Romney among conservatives is that he tried to do something decent for citizens as a whole in his state. Wow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I hate the Cowboys. Go Skins!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Rex and Rob Ryan need to stop talking and stop eating.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Rob Ryan says Shanahan doesn't punk him anymore. Maybe he can talk him into a diet. I think coaches should set examples for players.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Press conference Rick and Herman 3 agencies/Libya. They stare. Things going on in their brains. Spinning Oops.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Rick Perry says Obama grew up privileged. It is going to be hard to break the news to his family that he is not only goofy but brain dead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Who is responsible for why you cannot pay an American worker 50 cents an hour and expect them to be able to sustain themselves? Guess who.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Asking profitable companies to hire for the common good over greed is like asking a crackhead to switch to drinking green tea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Are your children going to be a reflection of their mom and dad or are they going to be victims of neglect, selfishness, and absence?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sure I can but can you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;If you have the things that count you can afford a little silliness and frivolity in your life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bachmann thinks she was a treated like a fringe candidate. Well if you had a pair of shoes wouldn't you treat them like a pair of shoes?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;You were asked if you were stupid and could not remember 3 things. You said yes. The lie detector determined you were telling the truth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;You were asked if you were a flip flopper you said no the lie detector determined that was a lie. So you said yes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;You were asked if you ever sexually harassed women. You said no the lie detector determined that was a lie. More than a gazillion times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;You know it's bad when the only way your team won't lose is it's their bye week.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So football fans enjoy your Sunday. I hope your team wins. Except Dallas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Redskin fans I'm going out on a limb here. I'm going to get profound. Are you ready? Here it go. WE NEED A QUARTERBACK !!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;We find comfort in the shade we find life and truth in the sunshine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-1572715915373672731?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/1572715915373672731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/twitt-and-tat-and-things-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1572715915373672731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1572715915373672731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/twitt-and-tat-and-things-like-that.html' title='Twitt and Tat And Things Like That'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kcRIAC1ysI/Tu1fT6F_79I/AAAAAAAAASU/e9YgCcef8_I/s72-c/IMG_1494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-712090201078816717</id><published>2011-12-13T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:50:24.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyoUxgkqEXo/Tub1pGqSQeI/AAAAAAAAASM/otKGmlPQM3o/s1600/Library+-+1992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyoUxgkqEXo/Tub1pGqSQeI/AAAAAAAAASM/otKGmlPQM3o/s320/Library+-+1992.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If being yourself means you don't follow the crowd or seem to fit in anybody else don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;The only real choice they have for true happiness is to do exactly what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1346507213"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1346507214"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-712090201078816717?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/712090201078816717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-being-yourself-means-you-dont-follow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/712090201078816717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/712090201078816717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-being-yourself-means-you-dont-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyoUxgkqEXo/Tub1pGqSQeI/AAAAAAAAASM/otKGmlPQM3o/s72-c/Library+-+1992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-7257846388463844361</id><published>2011-12-13T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:40:40.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wn9ZQ_mBJA/TubzWaDMnNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MV3uIZqO_8Y/s1600/3D+Shapes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wn9ZQ_mBJA/TubzWaDMnNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MV3uIZqO_8Y/s320/3D+Shapes.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposition outside of you is an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;If you do what you say&lt;br /&gt;You are victorious uncontested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-7257846388463844361?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/7257846388463844361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/opposition-outside-of-you-is-illusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/7257846388463844361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/7257846388463844361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/opposition-outside-of-you-is-illusion.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wn9ZQ_mBJA/TubzWaDMnNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MV3uIZqO_8Y/s72-c/3D+Shapes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-6871464530457849350</id><published>2011-12-13T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:36:40.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhlwhh84ILg/TubyZHBmJpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nMr70CVk8Rg/s1600/Blue+Light+Planets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhlwhh84ILg/TubyZHBmJpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nMr70CVk8Rg/s320/Blue+Light+Planets.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having touched the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And reached the forever, &lt;br /&gt;The sound of what is next,&lt;br /&gt;Yields to there is no need to improve on peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-6871464530457849350?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/6871464530457849350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6871464530457849350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6871464530457849350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhlwhh84ILg/TubyZHBmJpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nMr70CVk8Rg/s72-c/Blue+Light+Planets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-6955338147998703837</id><published>2011-12-10T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T16:36:39.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flow Between</title><content type='html'>Life is a stream flowing between green tree bushed rocks and eyes that either see the beauty or nothing. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LlqCeGNKXHs/TuPQ5kQFeNI/AAAAAAAAARs/uA-xnqe0nEU/s640/blogger-image--668269987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LlqCeGNKXHs/TuPQ5kQFeNI/AAAAAAAAARs/uA-xnqe0nEU/s640/blogger-image--668269987.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-6955338147998703837?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/6955338147998703837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/flow-between.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6955338147998703837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6955338147998703837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/flow-between.html' title='Flow Between'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LlqCeGNKXHs/TuPQ5kQFeNI/AAAAAAAAARs/uA-xnqe0nEU/s72-c/blogger-image--668269987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-3760760432783876293</id><published>2011-12-03T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:33:22.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About The Where For Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6NbUNmdenE/TtrpBT_rdmI/AAAAAAAAARc/sFuor_6miKk/s1600/IMG_0641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6NbUNmdenE/TtrpBT_rdmI/AAAAAAAAARc/sFuor_6miKk/s320/IMG_0641.JPG" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here and where do you all fit in?&amp;nbsp; It is not for me to know from one moment to the next.&amp;nbsp; Some of you will be with me and some of you won't.&amp;nbsp; Still other times I will be alone hearing and seeing all and nothing at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Life can be something like a cloud and somewhat like a stream.&amp;nbsp; It can be a Forrest after a winter snow or downtown city alley after a hard rain.&amp;nbsp; It can be like a city street after a driving summer night rain.&amp;nbsp;the kind that produces that muggy steam that makes you want to take off your cloths and wring them out.&amp;nbsp;The highs and the lows are favored.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The in betweens are maddening.&amp;nbsp; Waiting for something to happen that will change the course of your life and send you on a new path, a new long road of discovery.&amp;nbsp; You don't always have to be happy every moment because if you are then where would the joy be?&amp;nbsp; Where would that surge come from the funny joke, the victorious win, the surprise party, the birth of a child,&amp;nbsp;and that far away place that you have arrived at for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life reveals itself in gift wrap no matter the good or the bad.&amp;nbsp; We would love to know only if we could be guaranteed that the results will be good.&amp;nbsp; What do we say?&amp;nbsp; Don't bring me no bad news.&amp;nbsp; It is the time of the year we the days are shorter and the sun goes down too soon.&amp;nbsp; Nightfall&amp;nbsp;and city lights are like a million candles.&amp;nbsp; Darkness is a fickle blend of depression and manic possibilities. If you are alone it can be torture.&amp;nbsp; If you have company it sets a mellow chocolate ice cream like mood.&amp;nbsp;This is not a musing with a beginning now does it have an end.&amp;nbsp; It is about somewhere&amp;nbsp;to the right or left of middle of a lifetime waiting for the next time, event or change in movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDFahP5sw-o/TtrpmJI37II/AAAAAAAAARk/elL_ZG9OwKo/s1600/IMG_1495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDFahP5sw-o/TtrpmJI37II/AAAAAAAAARk/elL_ZG9OwKo/s320/IMG_1495.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-3760760432783876293?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/3760760432783876293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-where-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/3760760432783876293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/3760760432783876293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-where-for-now.html' title='About The Where For Now'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6NbUNmdenE/TtrpBT_rdmI/AAAAAAAAARc/sFuor_6miKk/s72-c/IMG_0641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-7777525080864163178</id><published>2011-11-27T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T11:04:32.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11-27-11 Sunday Prose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EH4s1AIsfOc/TtJfEqfvGoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Wk1BL4eCdfA/s1600/IMG_1485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EH4s1AIsfOc/TtJfEqfvGoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Wk1BL4eCdfA/s320/IMG_1485.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep dark chocolate shadows beaming white heat illumination&lt;br /&gt;As if radiating the coolness of silent night vision seeing&lt;br /&gt;The heart races across damp and mud covered streets in the hood&lt;br /&gt;Where the mansion dwellers are dreaming and scheming&lt;br /&gt;And dreams clashed with stone etched realities &lt;br /&gt;Of things that you cannot have slipping away &lt;br /&gt;through each and every agonizing micro measurement of &lt;br /&gt;our two hands and ten fingers clutching&lt;br /&gt;The solitary tears joining forces with an army of flooding despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blending in another room laughter drys up the moisture &lt;br /&gt;Your baby sister, that Old Bourbon drinking uncle, your dear sweet momma&lt;br /&gt;Your come around once in awhile daddy,your got jokes brother&lt;br /&gt;The gossip bearer and the too short tight skirt wearer&lt;br /&gt;The family friend who drives you to the store when you are not feeling well &lt;br /&gt;That sweet aunt that tightly hugs you around&amp;nbsp;your neck&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The pimping cousin who bought a Cadillac with a welfare check&lt;br /&gt;This exaggerated grown folks movie coming to a theater near you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is heaven among the thieves and the restless vocal octaves we seize &lt;br /&gt;Raising as far up as the deepest belows of our day to day to day&lt;br /&gt;We take brief and tender moments to breath in magnificats and curse words&lt;br /&gt;Casting kisses and candy bars into the around the way mix &lt;br /&gt;The collection the choir the church the curtain falling and rising&lt;br /&gt;We wash in warm water and feel the after glow of consummation &lt;br /&gt;As we check most baggage yet choose to carry on one or two others &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awakening to the falling of a snowflake and then another&lt;br /&gt;the volume of silence is not shrill or distracting&lt;br /&gt;The vision is hypnotic and the painted piece mundanely exotic&lt;br /&gt;Against the permeating warmth of your face looking out of the window&lt;br /&gt;We feel whimsical reflective peaceful centered, whole and contented&lt;br /&gt;For one moment to the next in a ruptured symphony of epiphanies,&lt;br /&gt;allegories, similes and metaphors, love making, parades, parties,&amp;nbsp;proms, cruises, &lt;br /&gt;vacations, weekends, circuses, carnivals, sports ,prizes and cup cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting all good things to be a run on sentence without punctuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YVaND1x1QA/TtJfeE47hDI/AAAAAAAAARE/o2y86ay7YN0/s1600/IMG_0271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YVaND1x1QA/TtJfeE47hDI/AAAAAAAAARE/o2y86ay7YN0/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-7777525080864163178?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/7777525080864163178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-27-11-sunday-prose.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/7777525080864163178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/7777525080864163178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-27-11-sunday-prose.html' title='11-27-11 Sunday Prose'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EH4s1AIsfOc/TtJfEqfvGoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Wk1BL4eCdfA/s72-c/IMG_1485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-1161671723842645572</id><published>2011-11-26T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:05:37.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say It Is All Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOzGrZ8OkKg/TtDj4ThlH7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/t6eqYQX7GNU/s1600/IMG_0642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOzGrZ8OkKg/TtDj4ThlH7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/t6eqYQX7GNU/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on the upside. Fortune over misfortune with far more ups than downs. It has been a magic charmed blessed journey so far. The pain I can bare because joy makes it so rare. Realizing that I have been around long enough to have earned my Mr. So why should I act as a child when I am in fact adult? It is time for wisdom and wit and not immaturity and simple minded foolishness. Time to celebrate being grown. I am walking right up to the sun, to the north of the cool Moon, west of the redness of Mars. Heading for and creating my own space and own little world. And when my house is ready you are all welcome to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-1161671723842645572?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/1161671723842645572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/11/say-it-is-all-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1161671723842645572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1161671723842645572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/11/say-it-is-all-right.html' title='Say It Is All Right'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOzGrZ8OkKg/TtDj4ThlH7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/t6eqYQX7GNU/s72-c/IMG_0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4450852107123924377</id><published>2011-11-26T07:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:10:37.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweets,FB Posts Hash and Mish Mash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6weXiaykVPk/TtDk1oYfarI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JKk-k5SUsy0/s1600/IMG_0638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6weXiaykVPk/TtDk1oYfarI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JKk-k5SUsy0/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be angry if your child came home and wanted to write about Buckwheat for Black History Month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes scratching your butt makes it itch more. Solution = try washing followed by using lotion. Tell me what you think America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all the tax cutters would tell the "job creators"to cut prices on goods and services. Things cost too damn much and quality sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Roemer is running for the Republican nomination for president. Did you know? Do you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Mitt Romney's real first name is Willard? I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed Between the Lines. Theo as Heathcliff. I like the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitt can it be 2008 when an aging left for dead pol steals your thunder and gets the nomination? Newt gets the loot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that holds back Romney among conservatives is that he tried to do something decent for citizens as a whole in his state. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newt Gingrich is Leroy Newton McPherson and Mitt Romney's real first name is Willard. I want to see THEIR birth certificates!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4450852107123924377?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4450852107123924377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/11/tweetsfb-posts-hash-and-mish-mash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4450852107123924377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4450852107123924377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/11/tweetsfb-posts-hash-and-mish-mash.html' title='Tweets,FB Posts Hash and Mish Mash'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6weXiaykVPk/TtDk1oYfarI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JKk-k5SUsy0/s72-c/IMG_0638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4761380244798333467</id><published>2011-11-20T01:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T01:14:16.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mobile Post</title><content type='html'>I am laying on a zebra patterned spread random thoughts intermittently invading my head. It seems that life isn't exciting without conflict or suffering. Its okay to just be okay I do declare and I not trying to start something. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TRnIFa1cn5Y/Tsiat5zWOnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_sDwkOYRvpI/s640/blogger-image--1648057404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TRnIFa1cn5Y/Tsiat5zWOnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_sDwkOYRvpI/s640/blogger-image--1648057404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4761380244798333467?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4761380244798333467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/11/mobile-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4761380244798333467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4761380244798333467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/11/mobile-post.html' title='A Mobile Post'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TRnIFa1cn5Y/Tsiat5zWOnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_sDwkOYRvpI/s72-c/blogger-image--1648057404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-5442835184236360326</id><published>2011-11-15T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:55:54.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation Of The Eternal Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XeD_EaN886M/TsJ8xVWZQUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Nhl95-0BMIE/s1600/IMG_0631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XeD_EaN886M/TsJ8xVWZQUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Nhl95-0BMIE/s320/IMG_0631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am walking right up to the sun, to the north of the cool moon, west of the redness of Mars, to the tune of blue deep royal syncopation. Heading for and creating my own space and own little world. And when my house is ready you are all welcome to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-5442835184236360326?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/5442835184236360326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/11/preparation-of-eternal-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5442835184236360326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5442835184236360326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/11/preparation-of-eternal-home.html' title='Preparation Of The Eternal Home'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XeD_EaN886M/TsJ8xVWZQUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Nhl95-0BMIE/s72-c/IMG_0631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-5734397900382592399</id><published>2011-10-13T03:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:33:05.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why A Black Man Wants To Kiss His Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OfJ61DXyDes/TpaVOvebQMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/U4tqntzfcp0/s1600/Light%2BHeartshape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OfJ61DXyDes/TpaVOvebQMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/U4tqntzfcp0/s320/Light%2BHeartshape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the blend of darkness and light in the compatible forrest of sun and clouds wind and rain in a far off land is where they met.  Spending their precious unknown last moments of freedom they got to know one another.  They penetrated each of the others sequestered quarters.  Sweet sorghum spun, and honey dripped between them on to their hands covering them in contrasting sweetness. Her soul tasted him and his spirit taste her until they tasted the same.  They locked eyes and connected feelings.  Hearts picked up a syncopated beat. They heard their own music. They passed that song on to another time ahead..."If this world were mind, I would place at your feet all that I own you've been so good to me...I'd give you the flowers the birds and the bees...If this world were mine, I'd give you anything... The sky would be blue long as you're loving me"... Their heads tilted and grew closer.  Then out of nowhere they were snatched by the evil forces of captivity.  Labor hired for positions that they did not apply to a place they did not know.  Sold without even knowing the price tag.  Licked facially to see if they were salty enough.  Herded on to ships like cattle.  Shackled in disgrace to be force fed and driven to the brink of insanity.  They would not only be degraded slaves but they would transport themselves to slavery.  Yet they that one man and that one woman never took their eyes off of one another.  They had not gotten to know the sweetness of their blooming into love.  No dances, no strolls through the village on a lazy day.  No ice cream, no cold drink of water, no friendship ring, no dowery, no ceremony...  Here they were standing on the verge of a fairy tale without a glass slipper or a secret to share. That is why they never let each other out of sight.  Throughout the whole journey accross the most turbulent violent body of water they silently and simultaneously transported one message in their mind's bottle.  I will seek you at the shore.  We will resume what we have started.  They would repeat this mantra in a chorus three time each. I will seek you at the shore.  We will resume what we have started. I will seek you at the shore.  We will resume what we have started. I will seek you at the shore.  We will resume what we have started. Lifted by the thought they survived and arrive at the land they would begin anew.  At shore they stepped off the boat and with each step they grew closer and closer.  They would be sold together.  They would labor at the same plantation ;he perhaps in the field and she in the house.  It did not matter as long as they could have  stolen moments.  The dream had them closer to one another as they moved along.  And then they were just inches away from one another.  They could turn to one another and finally they could share their first kiss.  As their eyes met and their heads drew closer there was a sudden push and then a violent surge and they were separated.  They futilely reached out to one another.  They lost eye contact and felt their very heart ripped from them.  They each shed one inflated tear and they were gone never to see each other again.  Thus propelled forward with that thought and that sentiment we find ourselves still on these shores.  With the descendants of those vile and savage hate filled people still wanting to deprive us of ourselves and each other.  Yet there is still love in our black woman and man and black man and woman being.  And we have the power to bring to fruition the dream of those two young African lovers who fell in love but never got the chance to grow and rise up in that love.  We can be that kiss they never had and that life together they never got a chance to live.  And that is the reason I want to kiss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-5734397900382592399?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/5734397900382592399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-black-man-wants-to-kiss-his-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5734397900382592399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5734397900382592399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-black-man-wants-to-kiss-his-woman.html' title='Why A Black Man Wants To Kiss His Woman'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OfJ61DXyDes/TpaVOvebQMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/U4tqntzfcp0/s72-c/Light%2BHeartshape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2234407478370278931</id><published>2011-09-28T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:35:55.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wV32MnIXfAE/ToPZWnsb3eI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SuyDQK4A558/s1600/IMG_1474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wV32MnIXfAE/ToPZWnsb3eI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SuyDQK4A558/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love hearing a song that is now an oldie that was once a brand new hit when I was younger. It is even better when there are good memories just as fresh as the day they were made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2234407478370278931?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2234407478370278931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-hearing-song-that-is-now-oldie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2234407478370278931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2234407478370278931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-hearing-song-that-is-now-oldie.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wV32MnIXfAE/ToPZWnsb3eI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SuyDQK4A558/s72-c/IMG_1474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-5630572794679936847</id><published>2011-09-26T09:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T05:12:23.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_OCLf_hq7eQ/ToCAWQPNMCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/l-0EtwXZde4/s1600/IMG_1501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_OCLf_hq7eQ/ToCAWQPNMCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/l-0EtwXZde4/s320/IMG_1501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We cannot allow the forces that preach smaller govenrment prevail.  We need a robust government because it represents the totality of this country not just a privledged few.  Those who claim taxing the rich is class warfare know full well that there has always been class warfare in this country and most of the casualties are the very poor and now the middle class.  Lowering taxes on businesses and banks will not result in jobs for Americans.  It will result in more profits for them and their formula has been more profits for us = less jobs for you.  That is not an opinion but rather exactly what they have been doing and will continue to do.  It is up to the government to step in and create jobs.  Just like it is up to the government to provide defense, affordable housing, disaster relief and any other service the people in this country need.  If you pay taxes you are entitled.  Since private industry won't do it the government must.  And we cannot let anybody weaken our government in a way that they can't do its job.  It always amazes me that when a business raises prices on goods and services because they feel they must because of the rising cost to deliver services yet balk at the govenment raising taxes for basically the same reasons.  We may not like paying more for services but we do it anyway.  We should look at the rising cost of running a government in the same way.   If a company can get big then why can't our government?  Lastly we must regulate business and industry.  If we don't they will be allowed to poison us and deliver poor service, stifle true competiton, bring poorly test perscription drugs to market and run roughshod over the American consumer in the name of greed and profit. Your drinking water will be poluted your food will be contaminated and workers will be operating in dangerous environments. Just like in Franklin Roosevelt's era, the government has to step in and create jobs for the American people because private industry will not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-5630572794679936847?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/5630572794679936847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-cannot-allow-forces-that-preach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5630572794679936847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5630572794679936847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-cannot-allow-forces-that-preach.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_OCLf_hq7eQ/ToCAWQPNMCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/l-0EtwXZde4/s72-c/IMG_1501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-6765136117078898752</id><published>2011-09-03T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T07:45:15.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlWfy3GmStA/TmIS_z9_gwI/AAAAAAAAANw/ak9Ap2Illr0/s1600/IMG_0995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlWfy3GmStA/TmIS_z9_gwI/AAAAAAAAANw/ak9Ap2Illr0/s320/IMG_0995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness descends revealing the rhythmic twinkle of large far away stars...Infinite global orchestras are preparing to play. So let them seranade your slumbered weary mind making the experience persuasive, sober, seductive, and divine...Good night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-6765136117078898752?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/6765136117078898752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/09/darkness-descends-revealing-rhythmic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6765136117078898752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6765136117078898752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/09/darkness-descends-revealing-rhythmic.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlWfy3GmStA/TmIS_z9_gwI/AAAAAAAAANw/ak9Ap2Illr0/s72-c/IMG_0995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4301246784895567304</id><published>2011-08-31T09:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T05:16:36.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob in E Flat Sharp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6ROPialDyI/Ts4ZcO68N9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/4oXBzdLgzkM/s1600/IMG_0646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6ROPialDyI/Ts4ZcO68N9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/4oXBzdLgzkM/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the evening sun&lt;br /&gt;Give praise to a good day done&lt;br /&gt;Awakening in the morning ready to do another one &lt;br /&gt;Life is like a poem&lt;br /&gt;It can rhyme or it can flow free style without punctuation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4301246784895567304?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4301246784895567304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/rob-in-e-flat-sharp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4301246784895567304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4301246784895567304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/rob-in-e-flat-sharp.html' title='Rob in E Flat Sharp'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6ROPialDyI/Ts4ZcO68N9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/4oXBzdLgzkM/s72-c/IMG_0646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2655643579959869714</id><published>2011-08-29T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:55:11.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Sleep On That or Hold That Thought Too Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGtvMn6D2D4/TluaFeQreWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/E2RJeDsTCU8/s1600/IMG_1134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGtvMn6D2D4/TluaFeQreWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/E2RJeDsTCU8/s400/IMG_1134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you are sitting at your desk looking at an IBM selectric and a bottle of white out because your correcting ribbon has run out. With a blink you realize this is your life. You fail to move and before you know it time has passed you by and you are looking at your co-worker and saying what is a computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2655643579959869714?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2655643579959869714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-sleep-on-that-or-hold-that-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2655643579959869714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2655643579959869714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-sleep-on-that-or-hold-that-thought.html' title='Don&apos;t Sleep On That or Hold That Thought Too Long'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGtvMn6D2D4/TluaFeQreWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/E2RJeDsTCU8/s72-c/IMG_1134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-1553025129448350390</id><published>2011-08-27T12:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:04:38.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Does Take The Hurt Out Of It</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Hock09C2Rw/TlucVBfeLpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ulPzNjAlT9A/s1600/P8070211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Hock09C2Rw/TlucVBfeLpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ulPzNjAlT9A/s320/P8070211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure its okay for a man to cry. Except at a chick flick your girlfriend or wife drug you to kicking and screaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-1553025129448350390?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/1553025129448350390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-figure-its-okay-for-man-to-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1553025129448350390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1553025129448350390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-figure-its-okay-for-man-to-cry.html' title='It Does Take The Hurt Out Of It'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Hock09C2Rw/TlucVBfeLpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ulPzNjAlT9A/s72-c/P8070211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4875145318644840357</id><published>2011-08-26T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:50:27.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Before The Storm Ruminations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mef7mY86Ouw/TlhawgF9LTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QIDuQ2B1CR4/s1600/IMG_0993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mef7mY86Ouw/TlhawgF9LTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QIDuQ2B1CR4/s400/IMG_0993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really know who the other is?  Or do we pass through the needle wearing many disguises, uniforms and facial expressions.  When we interact with others we think of them to ourselves but don't necessarily show ourselves to others the way we really think of them.  What do we want from people?  Too much, not enough, nothing or is it that we use them to validate ourselves?  It feels like we feed off of others so that we may be better than they are.  Yet there is an innocent fringe that truly likes people and they spend large moments in their lives not thinking only of themselves.  Is it a world of pullers and pullees?  The takers and the so-called took?  Are we ever all of one thing anyway?  Perhaps not. One thing you can count on.  Feelings are real, pain can be sharp or so deeply layered that we can barely feel it.  Just because you have every reason to be happy does not mean that you will be.  And those who have every reason not to be happy are often time blissful beyond rhythm or reason. It is good to think and question sometimes.  It is far better to keep trying to get it right.  Slow self destruction will result in premature death in spite of all attempts to hide such consciously cowardly intentions.  Next time you are with somebody, make it a point to look at them when they speak to you.  Listen to what they have to say actively. If you are patient they will in some way tell you their story and you will know more than you thought yourself capable of knowing.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4875145318644840357?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4875145318644840357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-before-storm-ruminations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4875145318644840357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4875145318644840357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-before-storm-ruminations.html' title='Friday Before The Storm Ruminations...'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mef7mY86Ouw/TlhawgF9LTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QIDuQ2B1CR4/s72-c/IMG_0993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-1842478559877983304</id><published>2011-08-26T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:09:16.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28O5DC_HEl8/TlhRvwGBPVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0ozMUDL6sX4/s1600/IMG_1413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28O5DC_HEl8/TlhRvwGBPVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0ozMUDL6sX4/s400/IMG_1413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine as you give thanks for being a ruler in a kingdom consisting of all that you can survey. Your life has been given to you to lead it. Do so and do it well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-1842478559877983304?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/1842478559877983304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/rise-and-shine-as-you-give-thanks-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1842478559877983304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1842478559877983304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/rise-and-shine-as-you-give-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28O5DC_HEl8/TlhRvwGBPVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0ozMUDL6sX4/s72-c/IMG_1413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-5777885469457792189</id><published>2011-08-23T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:24:24.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Beginning To Reach An Epilogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ5Kxaw_nPc/TlRSPGD7qfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bc7z7tsL-E4/s1600/Garden%2Bof%2BWisdom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ5Kxaw_nPc/TlRSPGD7qfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bc7z7tsL-E4/s400/Garden%2Bof%2BWisdom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am trying to figure out all of the rest of the stuff that will put the finishing touches on a decent life, I will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for what I do know and the good wisdom and sense that I chose to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;Be open to new learning but remain closed to devilish nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Be as good as I can to those that have been and remain good to me.&lt;br /&gt;Share whatever I can if it can help you reach your dream.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the closer you get to God the closer Satan gets to you.&lt;br /&gt;Give comfort to those who are tortured by past sins as long as they seek atonement, reconciliation and redemption.&lt;br /&gt;Understand that getting in touch with your spirit delivers you from your limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have all of the keys to all of the doors of the kingdom yet, but my keychain has plenty of room for the new ones and I am willing to knock on all those doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have faith that one day I will join that sacred communion and join hands will all that have gone before me in faith hope love and divinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I humbly wish to do the bidding of the most high...&lt;br /&gt;To guide a child to the sunshine and teach them to stand the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-5777885469457792189?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/5777885469457792189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-beginning-to-reach-epilogue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5777885469457792189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5777885469457792189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-beginning-to-reach-epilogue.html' title='On Beginning To Reach An Epilogue'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ5Kxaw_nPc/TlRSPGD7qfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bc7z7tsL-E4/s72-c/Garden%2Bof%2BWisdom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-1927044856452323470</id><published>2011-08-23T20:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T09:59:23.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake August 23, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuRGirR-xKI/TlRCFVZHCmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oHsEenxiSJA/s1600/P8230369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuRGirR-xKI/TlRCFVZHCmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oHsEenxiSJA/s400/P8230369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning on a mission.  I had to put on a suit for the first time in the last 22 days and tend to some retirement business.  Having had a successful meeting and having gotten everything done I came home and applied for Social Security on line.  I had tried once before with no success and was dreading having to go to the office and get sent around all over the place.  Thankfully this time the process went smoothly without a hitch.  So I'm smiling like a cheshire cat and all of the sudden I feel the room in my home office move.  Just my imagination I'm thinking as the heavens must be celebrating my successful transaction with the Federal Government.  Then I feel the room shake so I look up at the ceiling to see if it is going to come crashing down like they do in those disaster apocalytic end of the world movies.  Things start to fall off the shelves as I hear the sound of things falling and glass breaking.  I'm thinking this is one of the few times that being seven stories up during a cataclysm doesn't seem like a great idea.  I go into the bathroom in the hallway to get away from glass because all of a sudden I think the glass in the room is going to blow out and I will get suck out into some severe vortex and plunge to a horrific death seven stories below on to Massachusetts Avenue.  After what seemed like an eternity but couldn't have been more than thirty or so seconds the shaking stopped.  That is the building shaking.  I was still shaking as I decided to gather up my cell phones, wallet, keys and camera and walk down seven flights of stairs into the courtyard/driveway of my building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside I saw people from my building and folks out on the street outside the apartment accross the street on Massachusetts Avenue and on 13th Street outside an office building.  I remember this was like a 911 scene with swelling backed up traffic because people decided to leave work and go home early.  I saw two Homeland Security Trucks screaming in the direction of the White House and I heard rumors that the Federal Courthouse and the US Capitol had been evacuated.  An AP bulletin flashed on my cellphone mentioning that a 5.9 earthquake had hit in Virginia and the effect was being felt as far west as Chicago, in this area, and New York City as well.  I had experienced an earthquake in San Francisco about thirteen years ago while being in the basement of the Hotel Monaco at a meeting.  I remember that lasting no more than 10 seconds.  The buildings are heavily vaulted there so the fear factor at the time wasn't as great.  Today I was genuinely shook.  I tried texting and calling family and friends to let them know I was alright and to find out how they were.  Some went through but some did not.  Any attempt at phone calls was fruitless.  I decided to take some pictues and video and after about a half an hour returned to the building.  I eventually heard through email that all was well with family and friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this day an age the word surreal is often times overused.  However, in my mine that is the only word that works for this occasion.  I am thankful that all appears to be well.  Today was a reminder to me that any day you can expect the unexpected.  I am reminded never to complain that things are boring lest you risk not appreciating the divinity of tranquility.  Peace to to the family of mankind until the next episode of as the world shakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-1927044856452323470?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/1927044856452323470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/earthquake-august-23-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1927044856452323470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1927044856452323470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/earthquake-august-23-2011.html' title='Earthquake August 23, 2011'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuRGirR-xKI/TlRCFVZHCmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oHsEenxiSJA/s72-c/P8230369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-5174471937899060671</id><published>2011-08-21T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:04:07.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunderstorms</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcaMzdLEGB4/TlGc3sNhgMI/AAAAAAAAALw/fbHnBmiBaOk/s1600/IMG_1121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcaMzdLEGB4/TlGc3sNhgMI/AAAAAAAAALw/fbHnBmiBaOk/s400/IMG_1121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysteries and secrets are for us to discover.&lt;br /&gt;In darkness shroud we do things undercover.&lt;br /&gt;Our lives become stormy we run from one another.&lt;br /&gt;We emerge in the sunshine because we have the capacity to recover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-5174471937899060671?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/5174471937899060671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/thunderstorms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5174471937899060671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5174471937899060671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/thunderstorms.html' title='Thunderstorms'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcaMzdLEGB4/TlGc3sNhgMI/AAAAAAAAALw/fbHnBmiBaOk/s72-c/IMG_1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4013195116983859848</id><published>2011-08-17T12:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T12:38:15.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Childrens' Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obRCqPnmxfw/Tkvt3VYDUeI/AAAAAAAAALg/RWnUWVAtw68/s1600/GrandsNY3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obRCqPnmxfw/Tkvt3VYDUeI/AAAAAAAAALg/RWnUWVAtw68/s400/GrandsNY3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are all kinds of people in the world.  &lt;br /&gt;Different exotic flavors different blooming hues&lt;br /&gt;Water dazzling and sunshine soft drizzles our sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;For all the different ideas, opinions and views&lt;br /&gt;Yet all I see is a symetry that unknown fears cannot change&lt;br /&gt;For all the so called differents there are many more the sames&lt;br /&gt;Behind all smiles are the golden dream children supreme&lt;br /&gt;That are sprinkled in infinite varieties of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5lGUXvDXVE/TkvuDcgRWkI/AAAAAAAAALo/-rznZcW68A4/s1600/GrandsandnewFriends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; 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Parade'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obRCqPnmxfw/Tkvt3VYDUeI/AAAAAAAAALg/RWnUWVAtw68/s72-c/GrandsNY3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-9210859324966607098</id><published>2011-08-13T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T23:45:50.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Read On The Republican 2012 Candidates</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Tim Pawlenty. Should have been a character on Mr. Rogers. Somebody told him to go gansta so he called Obama a vegan. Bad dude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Palin. What qualifies you better for president. She knows nothing and her life is a Maury Povichian train wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman Cain. He'll give you a Pizza with chitlins and two extra toppings of your choice. He is no Colin Powell. That is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitt Romney. He stands for everything you want him to stand for. He will sing at your wedding and provide you customer service from India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Paul. Can't get over how he was punked by Borat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Bachmann. She and her husband are going to un-black black people so that they can be the white people they really want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Perry. So the Republicans think lightening will strike twice. Their last White House occupant was a dumb Texas Governor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-9210859324966607098?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/9210859324966607098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-read-on-republican-2012-candidates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/9210859324966607098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/9210859324966607098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-read-on-republican-2012-candidates.html' title='My Read On The Republican 2012 Candidates'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-8033744908636912465</id><published>2011-08-08T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:55:26.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFJxoHTwjOw/ToCEEp-gQTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ELGfQ7dBRZw/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFJxoHTwjOw/ToCEEp-gQTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ELGfQ7dBRZw/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell a book by its cover. I just can't tell whats between the covers until I open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-8033744908636912465?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/8033744908636912465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/judge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8033744908636912465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8033744908636912465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/judge.html' title='Judge'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFJxoHTwjOw/ToCEEp-gQTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ELGfQ7dBRZw/s72-c/IMG_0552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-6279963819157664041</id><published>2011-08-08T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T12:43:17.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Monday Tweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Killing somebody with kindness is not such a good idea. Why would anybody care if they were dead?&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note I woke up today and I was hungry. Always a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-6279963819157664041?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/6279963819157664041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/silly-monday-tweets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6279963819157664041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6279963819157664041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/silly-monday-tweets.html' title='Silly Monday Tweets'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4704716484793093719</id><published>2011-08-05T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:06:06.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Ramble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob2qL9XRHEs/Tjt5tfIUlhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wuBUNEQ1C9E/s1600/City%2Bnear%2Bwater%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob2qL9XRHEs/Tjt5tfIUlhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wuBUNEQ1C9E/s320/City%2Bnear%2Bwater%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_S2MtMp_Qd4/Tjt5taHtRbI/AAAAAAAAALY/v0YjCg-Skb4/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_S2MtMp_Qd4/Tjt5taHtRbI/AAAAAAAAALY/v0YjCg-Skb4/s320/Library%2B-%2B2017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look I see beautiful people. Just being themselves, walking their walks, talking their talk and blending in with the rhythm and framework of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night falls, eyes close, sleep is upon you, enjoy the peace in heaven and on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a good day. I hope your day went well too. Good night and dream that dream that you want to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need to step back and look at what you have become and ask yourself if you are pleased. If you are thats cool. If you are not what are you going to do about it? Remember, it is never too early and never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to slumber world gazing into the eyes of Angels as your ears are serenaded with beatific orchestral melodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank the brother again who said to me "nice suit my brother, stay strong". We all need to feed one another from time to time. I greatly appreciate it and I know we all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop smiling. My whole body and soul is one big grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future is so bright that I must, under severe penalization, wear reflecting shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love darkness for its richness, for its ability to limit our eyes, and for forcing us to look within and see with our soul, and find our way with instinct.  Love the quiet. Love the city lights and love the lack of light on a country road.  Shower your soul with jewels and fine fabrics that you cannot feel or touch.  See the beauty of darkness and honor it as you honor the sunlight.  For if you can find your way in the darkness you can find your way to the top of the stair of knowledge and eternal life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4704716484793093719?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4704716484793093719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/late-night-ramble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4704716484793093719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4704716484793093719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/late-night-ramble.html' title='Late Night Ramble'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob2qL9XRHEs/Tjt5tfIUlhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wuBUNEQ1C9E/s72-c/City%2Bnear%2Bwater%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4362271332479289938</id><published>2011-08-03T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:10:39.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't You Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8c-EJLj39k4/TjmAtO-dXzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JuOhERiP8do/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8c-EJLj39k4/TjmAtO-dXzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JuOhERiP8do/s400/Library%2B-%2B2001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about some don't you think stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think healthy unprocessed organic foods should cost less than conventional foods  instead of the other way around?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think wealthy people should pay taxes commensurate to their wealth?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think everybody has a right to decent health care?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think talent and ability should determine what you get out of this life and not your          race, gender, or sexual preference?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think an unlevel playing field will present unstable consequences?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that we cannot afford to waste human talent and resources? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you think greed and racism will ultimately lead to this country's destruction?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that reality shows are fake and unrealistic?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that in so many cases all people want is a little appreciation?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think everybody has a gift and we should welcome them and their gifts with open arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't think any of this makes sense that is perfectly okay.  However it would be nice to know what do you think?  Or better still, what are we going to do to make the world that we live in make more sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4362271332479289938?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4362271332479289938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4362271332479289938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4362271332479289938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-you-think.html' title='Don&apos;t You Think'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8c-EJLj39k4/TjmAtO-dXzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JuOhERiP8do/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-3131687040978510402</id><published>2011-07-30T23:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T02:42:13.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand and Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0pLsFKwfuI/TjT5OlgHslI/AAAAAAAAAKo/epk3RldUtWo/s1600/Spinx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0pLsFKwfuI/TjT5OlgHslI/AAAAAAAAAKo/epk3RldUtWo/s400/Spinx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story tells of two friends who were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who had been slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, he wrote in the sand: "Today my best friend slapped me in the face." They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, and his friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he carved on a stone: "Today my best friend saved my life." The friend, who had slapped and saved his best friend, asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand, and now, you carve on a stone, why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand, where the winds of forgiveness can erase it away, but when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your blessings in stone.  Unknown&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m61ye6EHVVc/TjTGKnDOIjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DnwA2s3XSOc/s1600/Rock%2BPile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m61ye6EHVVc/TjTGKnDOIjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DnwA2s3XSOc/s400/Rock%2BPile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-3131687040978510402?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/3131687040978510402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/sand-and-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/3131687040978510402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/3131687040978510402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/sand-and-stone.html' title='Sand and Stone'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0pLsFKwfuI/TjT5OlgHslI/AAAAAAAAAKo/epk3RldUtWo/s72-c/Spinx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4343476003640481953</id><published>2011-07-24T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T09:58:55.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the One You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HjL_5i1iqvg/TiwiEzh0TjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/t-iOMzGEe5M/s1600/Silver%2BWaterfall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HjL_5i1iqvg/TiwiEzh0TjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/t-iOMzGEe5M/s400/Silver%2BWaterfall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time, through the transmission of love from God to your parents and others, we learn to love the skin we are in.  There will be forks and bends and all kinds of messages sent out by those who seek to control us and mold us.  Yet we must move forward in the worthy life breathing manner that we all have a right to have.  We have a place.  We fit in somewhere and we all have something to offer. We have talents discovered and the capacity to bring forth talents and contributions never before seen. We grow as all things around us do.  We die during seasons only to be reborn with new wholeness and luster.  We are to gather more abundance and thus we may become even more beautiful, wonderful, and attractive. So often we die and return without growth and we hate ourselves subtly and overtly more.  We flirt with death because we do not realize the purpose of pain.  We hurt because there is something wrong and we need to fix what is wrong.  Yet instead of the fixing the issue we give the issue a quick fix.  We take a slow trot from reality that eventually becomes an all out break away sprint. It is a slow march to ending our lives by destroying the true happiness we need. The wicked know the power of love.  That is why they try to take it from you prior to conquering you.  Your happiness is within. You must kindle the fire of hope and drink the refreshing water of faith.  Like a child we need food, to be changed, and to be held and comforted.  Gaze into the eyes of a child sleeping and then and only then will you understand what it is like to see the angels and be at peace.  Love yourself without being selfish. Find your place. Do your work to the best of your abilities. Give back all of the gifts you have been given through your spirit.  Walk to the light and wish upon all around you love and laughter.  Every grain of sand is important to the making of a beach.  No one's soul is more magnificent than yours nor is anyones life more significant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4343476003640481953?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4343476003640481953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-one-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4343476003640481953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4343476003640481953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-one-you-are.html' title='Love the One You Are'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HjL_5i1iqvg/TiwiEzh0TjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/t-iOMzGEe5M/s72-c/Silver%2BWaterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-7258463832985085365</id><published>2011-07-23T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T08:51:14.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Praying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sasyD24fpDc/TirDP0Os67I/AAAAAAAAAKM/EKoKvfr1XXs/s1600/Island%2Bsunset%2Bwith%2BBirds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sasyD24fpDc/TirDP0Os67I/AAAAAAAAAKM/EKoKvfr1XXs/s400/Island%2Bsunset%2Bwith%2BBirds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Give praise that you got here and even greater shouts that you are still here.  On a Saturday morning plan to go away with a friend, take a walk to nowhere in particular or make a change. The whole world is awaiting you with open arms for your grand performance on the stage of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-7258463832985085365?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/7258463832985085365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/always-praying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/7258463832985085365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/7258463832985085365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/always-praying.html' title='Always Praying'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sasyD24fpDc/TirDP0Os67I/AAAAAAAAAKM/EKoKvfr1XXs/s72-c/Island%2Bsunset%2Bwith%2BBirds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-6962165270693652872</id><published>2011-07-18T21:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T08:54:30.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Want Do After "Retirement"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duOh54ZZ_Js/TiTOCkW1QcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LptubjX67GU/s1600/Retirement%2BFlyer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duOh54ZZ_Js/TiTOCkW1QcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LptubjX67GU/s320/Retirement%2BFlyer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like those proverbial sands passing through an hourglass. As you walk down a beach at dusk you realize that each grain of sand is a part of the total beach. While each grain drops slowly, it seems simultaneously that time goes by rapidly. Yesterday your first job, today you have arrived swiftly at a milestone. Here I stand reading the end of still another chapter in life. I am retiring from the DC Government after 24 years of service.  I have worked for other entities for another 17 years so when its all said and done, I am 62 years old, and I have worked for 41 of those years.  I have worked for three DC Government Agencies.  It all started at the DC Public Library for two tours, the DC Public School System for two tours and finally the Child and Family Services Agency since January of 2000.  In between the Government tours I have worked at an Advertising Agency, a Public Relations Firm, Trained youth and worksite mentors,Served as a youth counselor and wrote and produced some plays at the community level.  I worked for the Fannie Mae Foundation in a scholarship incentive program and have done more than my share of odd jobs to make ends meet for my family.  It has been wonderful and a blessing to have done so many things and to have met so many people.   Fear not world because I am not through.  In fact I am just getting started.  Once I take a little bit of time off to rest and reflect, I will be right back out there in the world of labor, compensation and advocacy.  God willing I am going to attempt to do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consult in the area of Community Resource Development&lt;br /&gt;Train Worksite and Youth Mentors&lt;br /&gt;Blog, blog, blog&lt;br /&gt;Write, produce and or edit some plays poems and screenplays&lt;br /&gt;Write books&lt;br /&gt;Do voice overs&lt;br /&gt;Create macro programs centered around Black Manhood and Fatherhood Education&lt;br /&gt;Become more active in grassroots politics&lt;br /&gt;Break into the media preferably radio&lt;br /&gt;Do workshops,seminars and facilitate groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will be adding all types of things to this list that strike my fancy as I go out into the world and attempt to do my best to make things better for as many people possible.  I remember a world when things were far less complex than it is now.  It was easier to love even though resources seemed less abundant.  We passed down the standards without interruption from generation to generation.  We have broken that line and we have at least two generations wandering confused in the abyss.  We have young men and young women who have never seen a man leave anything in their lives but alone.  I intend to make sure that all of those who know better times and better ways of doing things will help make today and ultimately the future more hopeful.  We will regain the love and responsibility that it will take to rebuild our communities.  We will rebuild and nurture adults who have lacked essential skills, knowledge, and resources so they can raise their children.  So many of us have come such a long way but it is not enough.  We can do better. So my dear friends, driven by passion and a desire to have a ball while doing meaningful things, I declare this retirement as the end of the third leg of a lifelong relay race.  God has handed me the baton to run the anchor leg and I intend to kick it on to a rousing come from behind victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-6962165270693652872?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/6962165270693652872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-i-want-do-after-retirement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6962165270693652872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6962165270693652872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-i-want-do-after-retirement.html' title='Things I Want Do After &quot;Retirement&quot;'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duOh54ZZ_Js/TiTOCkW1QcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LptubjX67GU/s72-c/Retirement%2BFlyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-1409848692260017594</id><published>2011-07-18T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:13:08.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Receive</title><content type='html'>The unformed spirit is free to roam and dwell in those who invite it in or free to wait outside your door until you let it in. It is not worn down by weather elements or time. It is eternally fresh with no expiration date. It will be there to nourish and complete you when you are ready.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BP4WqOUhv6c/TiTLxw-3aVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uqLlghMO2W8/s1600/Winter%2Bswirl%2BIllusion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BP4WqOUhv6c/TiTLxw-3aVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uqLlghMO2W8/s320/Winter%2Bswirl%2BIllusion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-1409848692260017594?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/1409848692260017594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/receive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1409848692260017594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1409848692260017594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/receive.html' title='Receive'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BP4WqOUhv6c/TiTLxw-3aVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uqLlghMO2W8/s72-c/Winter%2Bswirl%2BIllusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-1360756881800026666</id><published>2011-07-09T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T08:54:20.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Communion of Black Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-w5xJeBGoY/ThhNDxR95cI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/v_hWtr-aUy4/s1600/Three%2BFathers%2BSmiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-w5xJeBGoY/ThhNDxR95cI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/v_hWtr-aUy4/s320/Three%2BFathers%2BSmiling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the steps are three men with something in common.  What is it that you think it may be?  They have communion in fatherhood.  They have either helped to raise or are currently helping to raise their children.  They are men.  Not perfect and flawed, frustrated and sometimes clueless, never the less they are day by day figuring it out.  Call it passing through rites and sundry rituals daily and making things happen.  They are striving.  They are growing in spirit because they, given their special circumstances, are where God wants them to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-1360756881800026666?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/1360756881800026666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/communion-of-black-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1360756881800026666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1360756881800026666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/communion-of-black-men.html' title='The Communion of Black Men'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-w5xJeBGoY/ThhNDxR95cI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/v_hWtr-aUy4/s72-c/Three%2BFathers%2BSmiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-8444430385828703587</id><published>2011-07-09T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T08:41:43.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Creed and a Declaration...</title><content type='html'>I decide what to do. Not is what I will never strive to do.  I am convinced but can be persuaded by a stronger truth all times.  I smell rationalization and while it mimics the truth, it is not the truth.  In fact it is an overt and virulent cover up for lies. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2e7juwRH0A/ThhMTDeHuDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oN0jNTe3q9g/s1600/Summer%2BSoft%2BHandbill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2e7juwRH0A/ThhMTDeHuDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oN0jNTe3q9g/s320/Summer%2BSoft%2BHandbill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-8444430385828703587?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/8444430385828703587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/creed-and-declaration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8444430385828703587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8444430385828703587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/07/creed-and-declaration.html' title='A Creed and a Declaration...'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2e7juwRH0A/ThhMTDeHuDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oN0jNTe3q9g/s72-c/Summer%2BSoft%2BHandbill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-7500740331058199491</id><published>2011-05-16T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:34:15.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Creed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glRnjXc-wso/TdFDz4Dvb-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/e1yp96KsBKc/s1600/Library%2B-%2B1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glRnjXc-wso/TdFDz4Dvb-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/e1yp96KsBKc/s320/Library%2B-%2B1992.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607337569553444834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were not for faith nothing I am would have ever been. All movement from this day forward will be done with faith in the fact that I will know what I need to know when I need to know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-7500740331058199491?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/7500740331058199491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/05/future-creed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/7500740331058199491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/7500740331058199491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/05/future-creed.html' title='Future Creed'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glRnjXc-wso/TdFDz4Dvb-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/e1yp96KsBKc/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B1992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4889689256539553095</id><published>2011-04-27T23:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:13:57.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeds Not Noticed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbbKjqwHu9I/TbjbOJ2T0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L7CB33AjEAE/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbbKjqwHu9I/TbjbOJ2T0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L7CB33AjEAE/s320/Library%2B-%2B2006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600467172843573650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In darkness and silence unrecognized great works are done while not being known as the source or the person that does them. This represents the largest body of work of good giving and decent people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4889689256539553095?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4889689256539553095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/04/deeds-not-noticed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4889689256539553095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4889689256539553095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/04/deeds-not-noticed.html' title='Deeds Not Noticed'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbbKjqwHu9I/TbjbOJ2T0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L7CB33AjEAE/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-1079972779210947591</id><published>2011-04-16T12:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:04:53.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.A Jr. on a rainy April Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9h8dUIbVyA/Tam9_Jd7kYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4InpzlY6qR0/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9h8dUIbVyA/Tam9_Jd7kYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4InpzlY6qR0/s320/Library%2B-%2B2000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596212904555417986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..And when I met you I saw wonder in your eyes, lot of questions unasked, a lot of answers never heard. Now that I am knowing you I see things I do not know but I have hope in the love that you show. All of your need can be sown by the seed and watered into the flowered star that you are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-1079972779210947591?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/1079972779210947591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/04/ra-jr-on-rainy-april-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1079972779210947591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1079972779210947591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/04/ra-jr-on-rainy-april-saturday.html' title='R.A Jr. on a rainy April Saturday...'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9h8dUIbVyA/Tam9_Jd7kYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4InpzlY6qR0/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-6764488628080450608</id><published>2011-04-09T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:38:09.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A0GAlu_Yjk8/TaCZajD5JTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xu8zXQNF-Hw/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A0GAlu_Yjk8/TaCZajD5JTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xu8zXQNF-Hw/s320/Library%2B-%2B2021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593639418561373490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An overnight sensation is years in the making. Life is about creating and connecting dots until we are who we want to be. Along the way there is redemption,resumption and reinvention...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-6764488628080450608?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/6764488628080450608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/04/overnight-sensation-is-years-in-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6764488628080450608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6764488628080450608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/04/overnight-sensation-is-years-in-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A0GAlu_Yjk8/TaCZajD5JTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xu8zXQNF-Hw/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2308783297733926710</id><published>2011-04-09T09:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:40:37.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKiGrAhi38/TaBjQu-r72I/AAAAAAAAAI4/IqU95NrFg5I/s1600/IMG_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKiGrAhi38/TaBjQu-r72I/AAAAAAAAAI4/IqU95NrFg5I/s320/IMG_0240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593579876334169954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3H5yNQ5YKsM/TaBiiuixBVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ehYztY4h7Ao/s1600/IMG_0279_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3H5yNQ5YKsM/TaBiiuixBVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ehYztY4h7Ao/s320/IMG_0279_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593579085943080274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_AU0TqPqEE/TaBiDoaamdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IYaa54jg_eM/s1600/IMG_0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_AU0TqPqEE/TaBiDoaamdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IYaa54jg_eM/s320/IMG_0235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593578551721499090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IXEkOPiKUZA/TaBhvG1p6JI/AAAAAAAAAIg/M_QVzA1Po74/s1600/IMG_0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IXEkOPiKUZA/TaBhvG1p6JI/AAAAAAAAAIg/M_QVzA1Po74/s320/IMG_0173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593578199111559314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned five.  That smile that style that Nia.  She and her friends painted pottery and ate birthday cake.  And now she can count her age on one hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2308783297733926710?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2308783297733926710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-turned-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2308783297733926710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2308783297733926710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-turned-five.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKiGrAhi38/TaBjQu-r72I/AAAAAAAAAI4/IqU95NrFg5I/s72-c/IMG_0240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4267138664034722552</id><published>2011-04-09T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T09:34:00.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtjSL03twHY/TaBgPSepPKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VH_R4lQ3wNE/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtjSL03twHY/TaBgPSepPKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VH_R4lQ3wNE/s320/Library%2B-%2B2013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593576552968830114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...Something is different about this Saturday. The DJ who plays for an audience of many has played for an audience of one all of his songs. So family is this riddle, rhyme or reason? Sweet mysteries throughout a lifetime are like stair steps to heaven and paradise. I am in a creative mood that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4267138664034722552?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4267138664034722552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/04/ahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4267138664034722552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4267138664034722552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/04/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtjSL03twHY/TaBgPSepPKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VH_R4lQ3wNE/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-9054675532986368781</id><published>2011-03-26T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:24:17.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--dAcxsJAhVI/TY6fjLf8rCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oITTUw7AyOo/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--dAcxsJAhVI/TY6fjLf8rCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oITTUw7AyOo/s320/Library%2B-%2B2001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588579614344391714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May an invisible Forrest of care surround you and protect you, your families, your loves, your fragile possessions, your hopes and dreams. May you float away on a sound cloud listening to your favorite tunes and lullabies. Rest in a refreshing peaceful aftermath from a warm summer rain in the lush greens of nature...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-9054675532986368781?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/9054675532986368781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/03/may-invisible-forrest-of-care-surround.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/9054675532986368781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/9054675532986368781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/03/may-invisible-forrest-of-care-surround.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--dAcxsJAhVI/TY6fjLf8rCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oITTUw7AyOo/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-5134315452565123036</id><published>2011-03-06T23:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:55:09.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w07klxPtRKI/TXRlDwRxQnI/AAAAAAAAAII/KFmT-c4IjM4/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w07klxPtRKI/TXRlDwRxQnI/AAAAAAAAAII/KFmT-c4IjM4/s320/Library%2B-%2B2023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581196953392333426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I saw love running away.  It ran far as it could day after day.  I tried to find love and search every day I did.  But everywhere I went love stayed hid.  I wish that all the love that runs  away everyday  would be captured by everybody and brought home to all to forever stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-5134315452565123036?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/5134315452565123036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/03/at-end-of-day-i-saw-love-running-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5134315452565123036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5134315452565123036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/03/at-end-of-day-i-saw-love-running-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w07klxPtRKI/TXRlDwRxQnI/AAAAAAAAAII/KFmT-c4IjM4/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-9057497039040960838</id><published>2011-03-02T00:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:34:36.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight and shades drawn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTzppte1TFQ/TW3W5btIOmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kDlXLasMhTs/s1600/Library%2B-%2B1989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTzppte1TFQ/TW3W5btIOmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kDlXLasMhTs/s200/Library%2B-%2B1989.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579351795559840354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darker I am the brighter the light shines upon me casting elongated shadows and clear blue watered reflections.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-9057497039040960838?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/9057497039040960838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodnight-and-shades-drawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/9057497039040960838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/9057497039040960838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodnight-and-shades-drawn.html' title='Goodnight and shades drawn...'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTzppte1TFQ/TW3W5btIOmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kDlXLasMhTs/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B1989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-3347529693391179204</id><published>2011-03-01T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:03:29.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure As a Prelude To Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WPrHx2sSdDs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sometime during the mid 1980's.  My hope was fading.  I sat on a bench in a park near my house.  Hot salty tears were streaming from my eyes.  I had no job. I had two children and my spirit was dying.  I still cared but when the tears stopped I was so afraid that I wouldn't.  For now I was still angry and frustrated.  What would happen when the tears ended?  I couldn't go home.  The furniture was worn and mismatched, there were bills coming due that I could not pay.  I couldn't face myself or family.  I was worthless and empty.  The most likely to succeed myth was over for me.  I was a failure.  Swift verdict, automatic sentence of a life that would spiral out of control.  The tears finally stopped and I got up and walked as if in a trance toward my daughters school...  I went in and noticed that there was an assembly program and the kids were performing some elementary school performance.  I don't remember what it was but the kids were cute and delivered all of their parts with this pride.  I saw parents smiling and taking pictures.  My eyes were cover by sunshades.  They hurt and burn.  But with each passing moment I felt the life return to my being and I was inspired.  I realized that it would do no good to masquerade but I could not let my life fade.  My family needed me.  Even in this weakened state they loved and believed in me.  I couldn't let the haters get the best of me and bury me.  I had to find a way to be as proud as those children were and to smile at life with confidence in the bad times as well as the good.  Nothing good comes easy or without a price.  I became childlike. Things would eventually be okay but I will never forget that day or ever take the blessings I have been given for granted.   Those babies on that day saved my life and taught me that while learning and growing, failure is the prelude to success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-3347529693391179204?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/3347529693391179204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/03/tevin-campbell-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/3347529693391179204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/3347529693391179204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/03/tevin-campbell-tomorrow.html' title='Failure As a Prelude To Success'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WPrHx2sSdDs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2835400308239434014</id><published>2011-02-26T23:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:22:17.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Is Going To Be Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzjMROA8cMU/TWnQ0ZdeQoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZRU9Wm6x44M/s1600/Kelechi%2BLooking%2BUp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzjMROA8cMU/TWnQ0ZdeQoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZRU9Wm6x44M/s200/Kelechi%2BLooking%2BUp.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578219212081349250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wIo-OYI7Z6w/TWnQnK1AGrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/C6bx8fA1dWs/s1600/Kelechi%2Band%2BHis%2BGuitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wIo-OYI7Z6w/TWnQnK1AGrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/C6bx8fA1dWs/s200/Kelechi%2Band%2BHis%2BGuitar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578218984815205042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelechi, my grandson, is going to be nine.  He is excellent in math and science.  He is a clever writer.  He is a member of the Student Council at his school.  He is learning to play the guitar.  Kelechi has great comedic skills.  He is the best athlete in his class.  When he plays any game people flock to him to ask him about his strategy.  What else can you say about Kelechi?  He is a 21st Century Renaissance Man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2835400308239434014?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2835400308239434014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-is-going-to-be-nine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2835400308239434014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2835400308239434014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-is-going-to-be-nine.html' title='He Is Going To Be Nine'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzjMROA8cMU/TWnQ0ZdeQoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZRU9Wm6x44M/s72-c/Kelechi%2BLooking%2BUp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-958620241311271067</id><published>2011-02-26T21:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:59:14.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of a Pair of $1.99 Tennis Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--CDwnM-8108/TqhmTTMJHQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/iJTPdcv48_A/s1600/IMG_0660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--CDwnM-8108/TqhmTTMJHQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/iJTPdcv48_A/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty pairs of $1.99 Tennis Shoes did not last as long as one pair of $20.00 Chuck Taylor All Stars back in the day.  A bargain is when quality goes on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to people who have been down the road no matter who they are, what they represent, or the degree of their status of success.  Either you are going to learn some things to do or learn some things not to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, do not expect things to be easy or fair.  That's not a challenge that faces you because you are black it is because you are a man.  Being a man is hard.  Suck it up because nobody is going to feel sorry for you.  It has always been that way for all men.  The minute you think it is racial you have been duped and weakened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as potential.  Potential is something that has not been done and those who hide behind it will never do a thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, you can't help make a man realize his potential.  You can't make him love himself or work hard.  If he don't he won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the road it is the life and the time we spend here.  Our time is a drop in the ocean of eternity.  Eternity was here before we came and it will be here when we leave.  Enjoy that walk down the road.  Its shorter than we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its education, a skill, or an idea or a concept that you are willing to work until its completion.  That's the material world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can find the spiritual peace and guidance that you need.  Whatever you choose be sure to respect the choices of others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is authentic then you will not hesitate pleasing your partner.  You may find yourself doing things you don't like to do or have never done but if its positive and it builds then do it.  There is nothing wrong with a little understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with people who represent what you aspire to be.  You hang out with knuckleheads and chicken heads that is what you will be.  I know folks who deal with people they think don't challenge them and will submit to their will.  Do not underestimate folks.  They will twist you in a knot and play you like a full orchestra.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will try to take from you.  They are not the problem.  The problem is you if you let them.  In this life you must be ready to do 2 things.  Acquire whats yours, and defend it to the nines.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to share the wealth of this universe.  No one has an exclusive right to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand for something because you believe its right.  Change what you stand for in the face of love and truth.  Stand for that until it remains ever the same or becomes new discoveries and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is what you can see and feel.  Then it is what everybody one by one sees and feels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to the day that when nonsense enters your life you can say "I'm too old for this!"  Or when some great thing happens between you and another you can say "I'm never too old for this!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-958620241311271067?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/958620241311271067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-of-pair-of-199-tennis-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/958620241311271067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/958620241311271067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-of-pair-of-199-tennis-shoes.html' title='The Life of a Pair of $1.99 Tennis Shoes'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--CDwnM-8108/TqhmTTMJHQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/iJTPdcv48_A/s72-c/IMG_0660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2018334905173508052</id><published>2011-02-10T01:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T01:08:38.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ04ioVgbqU/TVOAesmhicI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zBBY38bHW1k/s1600/Library%2B-%2B1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ04ioVgbqU/TVOAesmhicI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zBBY38bHW1k/s320/Library%2B-%2B1994.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571938428844607938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind drifts to rain on a pier ceasing and clouds white, grey, and blue parting into a pathway for you and for me. I wish that we would let the loves of our lives be all of the exciting first times forever, the innocence and excitement will always overcome the awkwardness and nervous energy and there will be no need for sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2018334905173508052?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2018334905173508052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-time-forever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2018334905173508052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2018334905173508052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-time-forever.html' title='First Time Forever'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ04ioVgbqU/TVOAesmhicI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zBBY38bHW1k/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B1994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-423262856643507469</id><published>2011-02-02T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T22:11:21.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Join the Lonely Pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TUocoJzNqsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/urnZph9I_5Y/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TUocoJzNqsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/urnZph9I_5Y/s320/Library%2B-%2B2017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569295365348108994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing down the day with a curtain of stars and mystical darkness. The street lamps provide just enough light to illuminate the beauty of night fall rising. Let us go with passive content into slumber. It is night it is good so Good Night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-423262856643507469?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/423262856643507469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/02/join-lonly-pillow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/423262856643507469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/423262856643507469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/02/join-lonly-pillow.html' title='Join the Lonely Pillow'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TUocoJzNqsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/urnZph9I_5Y/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-8291864689358696718</id><published>2011-02-01T00:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:01:32.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TUehsYXxFvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dZLvKANwCPA/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TUehsYXxFvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dZLvKANwCPA/s320/Library%2B-%2B2005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568597248095360754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my family to be happy, to see good things happen from my words and deeds, for the teams I root for to win, and to see the next day dawn from the peaceful darkness of night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-8291864689358696718?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/8291864689358696718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-my-family-to-be-happy-to-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8291864689358696718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8291864689358696718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-my-family-to-be-happy-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TUehsYXxFvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dZLvKANwCPA/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-8388584237818276971</id><published>2011-01-20T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:13:56.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those Other Than Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TTj5v-5akNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qr3scJ9hm9A/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TTj5v-5akNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qr3scJ9hm9A/s320/Library%2B-%2B2021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564471942349230290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to set standards beyond my reach and racing to finish every one of them during my lifetime. But of all of the things I am blessed with in this life, I'd rather have you, and be able to contribute to your joy your passion your mind, your purpose and your soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-8388584237818276971?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/8388584237818276971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-those-other-than-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8388584237818276971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8388584237818276971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-those-other-than-me.html' title='For Those Other Than Me'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TTj5v-5akNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qr3scJ9hm9A/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-6863213002556964059</id><published>2011-01-06T22:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:20:30.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnie Riperton 1975 Loving You The Year I Became a Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/auYCXBzep9o?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting in my living room on a Friday night.  The show was the Midnight Special and the host was Wolfman Jack.  Minnie Ripperton had this legendary range but I had never heard her sing live.  Throughout the song she hits and holds notes that you don't hear on the album version.  I go from interested viewer to captivated.  I can feel this wonderful precious spirit with a more wonderful gift.  Then she got to the end of the song and rolled out the last note and my ears said that is your introduction to what heaven must be like and I was amazed and moved.  I will never forget that night or that moment.  It was magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-6863213002556964059?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/6863213002556964059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/01/minnie-riperton-1975-loving-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6863213002556964059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6863213002556964059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/01/minnie-riperton-1975-loving-you.html' title='Minnie Riperton 1975 Loving You The Year I Became a Father'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/auYCXBzep9o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-7366025417396575414</id><published>2011-01-01T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:59:41.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmanual Elevation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TR9OxFwWKgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Eb5xaTPPPEs/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TR9OxFwWKgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Eb5xaTPPPEs/s320/Library%2B-%2B2018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557247070463994370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of a roof, playing some jazz out of my saxophone.  She looks up at me because the music moves her.  Our view is of the city.  I'm in my hometown of DC but the skylight I see is reflecting my New York state of mind.  Why?  maybe its the tall buildings that never seem to block the view from the roof.  I have laid out a blanket.  I have a picnic basket with a bottle of wine and some Take out taxi dinner...  It is nice up here.  She is nice up here with me.  The night provides the backdrop that I need for I truly have problems seeing when things are not pitch black.  Leave it to me and there would be no street lights.  I am playing  Stairway to the Stars because from where we are it looks like we could walk up there in about a couple of minutes.  I justify living based on romance and all of its possibilities.  Its a beautiful way to live indeed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-7366025417396575414?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/7366025417396575414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-top-of-roof-playing-some-jazz-out-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/7366025417396575414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/7366025417396575414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-top-of-roof-playing-some-jazz-out-of.html' title='Emmanual Elevation'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TR9OxFwWKgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Eb5xaTPPPEs/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4556852658229956510</id><published>2011-01-01T10:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:45:29.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmanual Musing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TR9GcO1faSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NwUxLhRZQnE/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TR9GcO1faSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NwUxLhRZQnE/s320/Library%2B-%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557237916031215906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am laying here alone In the quiet of my dwelling. I am feeling you as this woman not as that or the woman. We are kissing and your caramel skin is very warm. Each kiss is different and random. Tender to deep to probing with innocence to very new. Each kiss is awash with anticipation. You are breathing deeper and your eyes open and they peer into mine. You are smiling that internal smile. Your face is reflecting surrender to all of the variety of moments. You want this collective moment in time to open up your secrets. My kisses are making you want more kisses so I keep kissing you in a variety of different ways. Your eyes are telling me you want to say words but all your lips allow are deep deep kisses. Your kisses are releasing a pent up yearning. They are releasing happiness that had been locked in a designated place of safe keeping. You are as open as you have ever been   You are drifting between sweet confections and a raw rising sweet heat that washes your whole body. Inaudible sounds rise from your throat like a kitten's mew. The kisses have no ending as you are in and out of a place called reality and a trance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4556852658229956510?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4556852658229956510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/01/emanual-musing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4556852658229956510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4556852658229956510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2011/01/emanual-musing.html' title='Emmanual Musing'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TR9GcO1faSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NwUxLhRZQnE/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-5235394651890516833</id><published>2010-12-31T21:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:27:20.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TR6Q-zRCaAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r_Jp0WmzYT4/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TR6Q-zRCaAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r_Jp0WmzYT4/s320/Library%2B-%2B2024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557038398809729026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please close your eyes and find yourself a quiet place in a corner or perhaps in the middle of the floor and answer all of life's question by satisfying yourself with the sound of silence for as long as it takes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-5235394651890516833?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/5235394651890516833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/needing-darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5235394651890516833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5235394651890516833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/needing-darkness.html' title='Needing Darkness'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TR6Q-zRCaAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r_Jp0WmzYT4/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-493705864884368455</id><published>2010-12-22T22:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:47:02.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Must</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLF30tgnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/z8wWeGdLmyY/s1600/Library%2B-%2B1988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLF30tgnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/z8wWeGdLmyY/s320/Library%2B-%2B1988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553718853334244530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always stand and fight for your share of the happiness and the abundance, do not relinquish your portion of fresh air and sunshine, you can not let the vapid and selfish canards and naysayers bleed, singe and scorch you from the purified waters of life and forgive me my english teachers for this run on sentence because I used no contractions along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-493705864884368455?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/493705864884368455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/must.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/493705864884368455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/493705864884368455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/must.html' title='Must'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLF30tgnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/z8wWeGdLmyY/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B1988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2127722370850137914</id><published>2010-12-22T21:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:50:28.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12-22-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLG-Mwoa8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Uxao-gC7KnY/s1600/Library%2B-%2B1991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLG-Mwoa8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Uxao-gC7KnY/s320/Library%2B-%2B1991.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553720062380633026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not have to be re-taught how to hug because we do not hear snow but we feel its coolness,  and we see its beauty, and we know not to let ourselves get too far away from those connecting things that complete us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2127722370850137914?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2127722370850137914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/12-22-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2127722370850137914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2127722370850137914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/12-22-2010.html' title='12-22-2010'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLG-Mwoa8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Uxao-gC7KnY/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B1991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2502966367525360552</id><published>2010-12-11T08:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:52:42.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Happy-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLHgq4BerI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eV4O5c8RFLQ/s1600/Library%2B-%2B1997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLHgq4BerI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eV4O5c8RFLQ/s320/Library%2B-%2B1997.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553720654580251314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the person that you are in love with is made easier by liking the person you are in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyness and shame is what the lovers of fear claim. He or she is yours if only you would ask them.&lt;br /&gt;December 2, 2010 at 10:17 pm  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know so many brilliant yet tortured souls who have never known a moments peace. The path to happiness is the road called walk and let things be.&lt;br /&gt;December 1, 2010 at 8:26 pm  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big would your book of life be if the only words in it were the sincere and heartfelt "I love you" that people said to you and you said to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Being hurt by love is no reason to give up on it. There are many illusions and mirages that deceive us. There are many steps we sometimes must take to find it. For those of us who have found it we can testify that it is real and it is still out there in many shapes and forms. Go get yours!&lt;br /&gt;November 28, 2010 at 10:58 am  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l measure my challenges against those of others and therefore I have not earned one tear to shed.&lt;br /&gt;November 16, 2010 at 10:05 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2502966367525360552?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2502966367525360552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-and-happy-ness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2502966367525360552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2502966367525360552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-and-happy-ness.html' title='Love and Happy-ness'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLHgq4BerI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eV4O5c8RFLQ/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B1997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2295740185306377793</id><published>2010-12-11T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T07:58:11.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday in December in DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TQN1Vu7jIkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ysY6DmFwDWY/s1600/IMG_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TQN1Vu7jIkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ysY6DmFwDWY/s320/IMG_0295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549408182086083138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is wake up and you will find the forces of nature in place and the world with all its perfections and faults is awaiting your arrival and contributions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2295740185306377793?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2295740185306377793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturday-in-december-in-dc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2295740185306377793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2295740185306377793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturday-in-december-in-dc.html' title='Saturday in December in DC'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TQN1Vu7jIkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ysY6DmFwDWY/s72-c/IMG_0295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-6225256978816562168</id><published>2010-12-08T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T12:42:18.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QILM7UbGRhY/TsKkc2SzeWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YhPVSt_mgq8/s1600/IMG_1487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QILM7UbGRhY/TsKkc2SzeWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YhPVSt_mgq8/s320/IMG_1487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary Clinton made a statement yesterday about some of President Obama's critics. She said if Barack Obama walked on water they would say he couldn't swim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-6225256978816562168?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/6225256978816562168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/hillary-clinton-made-statement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6225256978816562168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6225256978816562168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/hillary-clinton-made-statement.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QILM7UbGRhY/TsKkc2SzeWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YhPVSt_mgq8/s72-c/IMG_1487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2076606482901444001</id><published>2010-12-08T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:27:10.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They ought to have an episode of the Maury show when they announce the DNA test by saying to the child "these people are not your parents"! Then the child falls out of the chair saying "yeah, yeah, that’s what I’m talking bout"!!! and does a silly happy dance of relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2076606482901444001?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2076606482901444001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/they-ought-to-have-episode-of-maury.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2076606482901444001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2076606482901444001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/they-ought-to-have-episode-of-maury.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-8381524839752823829</id><published>2010-12-08T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:59:15.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLJB3hjE3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/oRtlOimNriw/s1600/Library%2B-%2B1985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLJB3hjE3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/oRtlOimNriw/s320/Library%2B-%2B1985.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553722324422955890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise. Heaven. Gardens growing with every color of the rainbow. I have entered into these places in the company of others. Here on this earth thanks to you, love is never a memory. It is replenished every moment of my life. In the name of children, women, men and the Holy Spirit that guides me, I am sharing love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-8381524839752823829?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/8381524839752823829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8381524839752823829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8381524839752823829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/paradise.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLJB3hjE3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/oRtlOimNriw/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B1985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-9091641289134628806</id><published>2010-12-08T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:03:47.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLKGosD4jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wGmLZPeaWF8/s1600/Library%2B-%2B2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLKGosD4jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wGmLZPeaWF8/s320/Library%2B-%2B2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553723505851490866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a stairway to the sky made of pillows so you can enter the kingdom as you came into this world without shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-9091641289134628806?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/9091641289134628806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/build-stairway-to-sky-made-of-pillows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/9091641289134628806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/9091641289134628806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/build-stairway-to-sky-made-of-pillows.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TRLKGosD4jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wGmLZPeaWF8/s72-c/Library%2B-%2B2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-6101653821396827020</id><published>2010-12-08T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:19:11.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somewhere in the world there are lovers sitting on the roof of their apartment building. They share the sound of a saxophone and hold hands. They have just discovered love after a long friendship in denial. They are trying to figure out what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-6101653821396827020?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/6101653821396827020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/somewhere-in-world-there-are-lovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6101653821396827020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6101653821396827020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/somewhere-in-world-there-are-lovers.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-5477670444769723251</id><published>2010-12-08T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:07:24.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-MTdFgpLfY/TdFLmHRSf6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/H_smiywZNDA/s1600/Cave%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-MTdFgpLfY/TdFLmHRSf6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/H_smiywZNDA/s320/Cave%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunnel vision works only if the answer is straight ahead. Many times your breakthrough is to the left or to the right. Still other times you have to turn around because you passed by the obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-5477670444769723251?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/5477670444769723251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/tunnel-vision-works-only-if-answer-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5477670444769723251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5477670444769723251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/tunnel-vision-works-only-if-answer-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-MTdFgpLfY/TdFLmHRSf6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/H_smiywZNDA/s72-c/Cave%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-598207074559106789</id><published>2010-12-08T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:15:31.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people are unjustifiably impatient. I was washing a dish at work in a small dining area when a lady asked asked me to hurry up because she had things to do. I told her lady I have been waiting for my freedom for 400 years. I think you can wait for me to finish washing this dish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-598207074559106789?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/598207074559106789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-people-are-unjustifiably-impatient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/598207074559106789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/598207074559106789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-people-are-unjustifiably-impatient.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2240305987479418324</id><published>2010-12-08T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T12:40:37.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Hard Enough to Create Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jqRrYAVHjhM/TsKkBMhX0mI/AAAAAAAAAPM/2OoDYjl6Hj8/s1600/IMG_1476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jqRrYAVHjhM/TsKkBMhX0mI/AAAAAAAAAPM/2OoDYjl6Hj8/s320/IMG_1476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the economy can get better while people are still out of work there is a serious disconnect and fault line in our economic system. What do you think it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you out there think that it is time to change something in your life and the time is now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have many lessons that we are exposed to. We should be grateful for of all the things that mothers and fathers and all of our elders teach us. Fulfill the prophecy and teach others as you have been taught by modeling and practicing good behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I end the evening? Talk about the mind? Talk about life? Talk politics? I need to engage in prayer. May you leave your return point in grace and travel safely. Take in things left right and center. Notice the change of season Marvel in productivity.  God you were my first love and you will be my last love.  Amen.  Goodnight everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not feeling it now could mean something good is about to happen. Get dressed anyway and go out into the world. Paint the sky with the color of your inner sunshine. You may be the missing piece to the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave me pretty baby I'll eat bread without no meat. These are words from a song that my mother used to sing during idle times that needed to be filled with humor or nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever my girls looked for the pretty doll, they always chose the black one. That is not racial is is about what they thought of themselves and the other little girls and women around them. If you don't love yourself you cannot love anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow walking beautiful women, the sound of children's play laughter, a brave soul surviving overwhelming odds, new and captivating chances. As long as winter turns from rock to water and there is a song to sing, I will stay younger than Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the greatest wisdom comes from people you never heard about. Some of the greatest people in the world ultimately are the ones who look at themselves in the mirror everyday. Yes the miracle is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the whole world sees or hears something today that makes them laugh so hard they have tears in their eyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2240305987479418324?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2240305987479418324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/laugh-hard-enough-to-create-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2240305987479418324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2240305987479418324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/laugh-hard-enough-to-create-tears.html' title='Laugh Hard Enough to Create Tears'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jqRrYAVHjhM/TsKkBMhX0mI/AAAAAAAAAPM/2OoDYjl6Hj8/s72-c/IMG_1476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2400177247795943126</id><published>2010-12-08T20:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T05:27:27.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Running Out of Clever Titles Because I Am Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WVt1T3Gl2Q/Ts4bUM5zwUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9yBdveNlRtU/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WVt1T3Gl2Q/Ts4bUM5zwUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9yBdveNlRtU/s320/IMG_0606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. That day when we say their time is about to be up. It is our time now. Let our days have 48 hours. They can keep their measly 24 hours. You know who "they" are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote an actress friend of mine, "I am thinking about nothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 2, 2009 I will be 60 years old. The thought is what next? I am far from finished. Like i said, "What next"? I have a feeling the answer is just around the corner. Those of you who know me what can you see me doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Friday and I still haven't won the lottery. Then again I never play. Is that why I never seem to win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote in sand the bad things my friend did to me. I wrote in stone the nice things done to me. Winds will erase the bad things written in sand. Nothing can erase the nice things written in stone. Forgive and Forget -natalie vail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End the argument. Admit that you are not angry. You are just disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets twist again like we did last summer. Lets twist again like we did last year. Do you remember when we were really hummin? Lets twist again like we did last year!!! What y'all know bout Chubby Checker?! (Arms folded Run DMC Style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel good you look good. So if you are ugly don't blame your parents. Its on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about all of the people out there who call Barack Obama "Barack O Bumma." Bless your hearts this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to live for a time. Had I died before 25 I would have never had a crab or seen the births of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this world were mine I would place at your feet all of your dreams fully realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend a vegan is going to eat a hot dog a hamburger and the big piece of chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those "look things could be a lot worse days so be thankful." It is like seeing a flooded basement but saying at least I have a brand new wet dry vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of yours is having a hard time about something today. Take time out to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sharing Sunday. I hope some or all of you can use the information that I am sharing today. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great minds don't have to think alike, they just have to think. The rest will take care of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. Life chages for the better. Those who laughed at my brushed and stocking cap waves are bald headed today. That which wins is that which endures the test of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are getting on Obama for having Grey Poupon with his burger the other day. I wonder what they would have said if he had asked for hot sauce and a glass of MD 20 20?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make positive as exciting as negative. Can you hold on to a good feeling long enough to ward off the pain. Its philosophical Friday. All men under 30 must wear belts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 of my being on Facebook. What a start!!! I payed my taxes. My kids and grandkids still love me. I still eat chicken. I still don't have any sense. I am what Facebook Nation needs. Silliness you can believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am expecting for you all to do a report on my first 100 days on Facebook! I expect a Time and Newsweek cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great weekend in North Carolina. Saw my oldest grand receive her first Holy Communion. She was stunning in her white dress and veil! It reminded me that I am a grown up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you take a bath today and put on some proper attire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2400177247795943126?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2400177247795943126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-running-out-of-clever-titles-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2400177247795943126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2400177247795943126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-running-out-of-clever-titles-because.html' title='I&apos;m Running Out of Clever Titles Because I Am Stupid'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WVt1T3Gl2Q/Ts4bUM5zwUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9yBdveNlRtU/s72-c/IMG_0606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-1979582848231174539</id><published>2010-12-08T20:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:52:41.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Facebook Musings or Is He Deep or A Clown</title><content type='html'>To everybody that has called to see if I am alright due to the metro train crash I want to thank you for showing me love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 100 dynamic Facebook Friends from all walks of life. I feel blessed and highly favored. (Geez I have nearly 4,800 now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is day 73 on Facebook and I have already offended a major constituency; male flip flop wearers. I was giving a speech the other day and two of them threw their flip flops at me. I didn't even have to duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fathers Day! We may sometimes shoulder our lives in pain but loving our families assures that we are not living our lives in vain. Have a joyous day everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was with me for 22 years. When he passed away I was devastated. I once ran from a 3 on one fight. When I told him he sent me back. I took a whipping but I dished out my share of punishment too. Those guys never disrespected me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Friday and I am being chased down the street by a bunch of angry brothers wearing flip flops. They can't seem to catch up to me. I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a way to get all men to see the power of fatherhood when they become fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, lose the flip flops. You know foam rubber with that thing between the big toe and the one next to it. Lose them. Give them to your kids. Not a good look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a new direction you are heading keep moving toward it step by step. Don't despair, you are getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all in the words of Randy Watson, you all look so lovely. Give yourselves a big hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in an eleemosynary frame of mind. I am devoting this day of rest to random acts of kindness. I am considering how fortunate I am to have the kind of family I do. It helps me overcome deficiencies and heightens my belief that there is always hope a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sharing my rapier wit with others today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-1979582848231174539?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/1979582848231174539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-facebook-musings-or-is-he-deep-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1979582848231174539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1979582848231174539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-facebook-musings-or-is-he-deep-or.html' title='Early Facebook Musings or Is He Deep or A Clown'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4263080281058821072</id><published>2010-12-08T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:25:53.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I think, Stuff I say on Facebook When Social Media is Enuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TQAuNsVHk0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kaKtNP-liTU/s1600/Robarbor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TQAuNsVHk0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kaKtNP-liTU/s320/Robarbor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548485553693365058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fate of your life hangs upon the decisions YOU make. Never make decisions that paint you into corners. You will have to work and change and tweak decisions forever for every precious day you live. Don't stop now, you are better than the limitations you self-impose.&lt;br /&gt;June 1, 2010 at 8:53 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situations, circumstances, people... Beware of how you introduce people into your situations and circumstances. Loneliness can make you think you love somebody when you don't A tight situation might trick you into believing you love somebody because they can change your situation. Listen to your head before you break somebodies heart.&lt;br /&gt;May 31, 2010 at 6:26 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you sign on to be a real true man there is no turning back. There is no direction to go but forward and up. The surge in the power you feel is the entrance of love and respect into your life.&lt;br /&gt;June 5, 2010 at 2:17 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun coming in my bedroom window, birds chirping, church bells ringing not a whole lot of cars on the street. I whisper good morning to you just in case you are still asleep. If you hear this your mortal life is still here and your soul does the great God you serve keep.&lt;br /&gt;June 6, 2010 at 6:52 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Abney Jr People tell me that I can wear men's Capri pants to cover my ugly surgically scarred knee this summer!!! BREAKING NEWS Robert Abney Jr just finished a news conference where he declared his ugly knee will never in life wear a man Capri.&lt;br /&gt;June 3, 2010 at 9:37 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The inflated tears that well in your eyes, the disappointed dreams gather to overflow into the oasis of hope and rain washing away the sadness and pain"-RAJr. 2010&lt;br /&gt;May 29, 2010 at 10:27 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a matter of time and what you do with it and when. Time is in control but you own it.&lt;br /&gt;May 27, 2010 at 11:31 pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know an old dog that can be taught new tricks. (roof, roof, roof)!!!&lt;br /&gt;May 27, 2010 at 5:43 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to him you made me love you, you knew what you were doing. And he said I made you love yourself that is the only doing I did. Sometimes it is a good thing to lose control. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;May 27, 2010 at 6:12 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the middle of the week and all of us grown children are sitting in the back of a car on a road trip screaming "are we there yet" !!!&lt;br /&gt;May 26, 2010 at 7:31 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is usual, regular, or customary is ordinary. Just by putting extra in front of it, you become the you you are capable of becoming. Thus EXTRA+ORDINARY=YOU.&lt;br /&gt;May 25, 2010 at 8:41 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning. I was wondering if my parents had have named me Dolemite would my life had taken a different turn? The deepness of this may lead to a headache so I am going to drop it.&lt;br /&gt;May 24, 2010 at 6:07 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning. What is fair? Mirror mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all? And the mirror said "that is a dumb question to ask me, just live your life in a way that it might by you."&lt;br /&gt;May 23, 2010 at 8:22 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the sunshine is on my shoulders and I am best friends with the elements of life. When I see all of you I see endless treasure and hope. Get yours children, by giving yours children. You do what has never been done.&lt;br /&gt;May 22, 2010 at 7:13 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my ANGELS out there, those who love me and pray for me and believe in me good Friday to you! You know who you are and you know that I appreciate all of your love, support, and kindness. Higher, Higher and Higher...&lt;br /&gt;May 21, 2010 at 5:53 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness to all of you this morning. What you do in the now of your life dictates your past as well as your future. What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;May 19, 2010 at 7:06 am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to change when you know you have it right.  You continue to change until you get it right.&lt;br /&gt;May 18, 2010 at 7:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having one of those sweet stroke spiritual days. I am shooting three pointers way in back of the line and not even touching net. I'm on fire in the coolest kind of way. I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;May 18, 2010 at 7:18 am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found comfort and satisfaction in the man I am and the man I will become. I am surrounded by powerful influences and I feel the energy of people. It is humbling because I feel so big but I am aware that I am still so small.&lt;br /&gt;May 15, 2010 at 5:55 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are planning to go to work today remember to wear shoes to the office. Those not in compliance will be sent home.&lt;br /&gt;May 5, 2010 at 4:53 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I cannot sing makes me sing my loudest. If you can't stand the sight of me, naturally I want to be around you 24 7. You don't have to be at your best to have your best fun. You just need to know what to care about and what not.&lt;br /&gt;May 3, 2010 at 8:01 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got my haircut, found two old stocking caps and I know where my brush is. I feel some natural waves coming on family!&lt;br /&gt;May 1, 2010 at 1:09 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to help people can be a lot like giving bread to a pigeon. Next thing you know a bunch of pigeons descend on you leaving you with bird crap on your shirt and a bunch of "You know I'm gonna pay you back when I get back on my feet."&lt;br /&gt;April 30, 2010 at 8:24 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling asleep in the arms of peace being embraced by the promise of a new week. Hoping to discover yearning to learn new poems of hope and respect. Now is not the time to be angry. I hope you all are awakened by violins in the morning. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;April 18, 2010 at 10:32 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a breeze blowing through my window, seven floors up, and it smells like 1950's air before an impending rain. Peace go with you family.&lt;br /&gt;April 16, 2010 at 8:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgery tomorrow. My family is here. Saturday we have a birthday party for my 4 year old grand daughter. That is why I march through life convinced of the greatness of God. Even through pain there is scintillating joy!!!&lt;br /&gt;April 1, 2010 at 7:48 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a report that you should never mention on FB and Twitter that you are leaving the house because robbers can track your home and break in. So from this day forward family I am always at home and I have the meanest dog in the world.&lt;br /&gt;March 1, 2010 at 7:53 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty was last seen running from the strip club being chased by lap dancers furious because he announced all lap dances were free on Friday nights leading customers to demand on the spot refunds!&lt;br /&gt;February 26, 2010 at 10:28 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be seduced by promises made or words around what somebody will do. What will be done need not be said. It need be done.&lt;br /&gt;February 21, 2010 at 9:59 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first day on Facebook. I just did a blog and I am on Twitter also. Having a ball so far.&lt;br /&gt;April 11, 2009 at 8:54 am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4263080281058821072?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4263080281058821072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/stuff-i-think-stuff-i-say-on-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4263080281058821072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4263080281058821072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/stuff-i-think-stuff-i-say-on-facebook.html' title='Stuff I think, Stuff I say on Facebook When Social Media is Enuff'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TQAuNsVHk0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kaKtNP-liTU/s72-c/Robarbor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-392972708048913661</id><published>2010-12-05T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:42:59.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>The nicest last thing you could do would be to hug somebody, they smile and you close your eyes and go straight to heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-392972708048913661?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/392972708048913661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/392972708048913661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/392972708048913661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2118099410364968359</id><published>2010-12-04T12:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:46:57.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Choose to Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TPp-ifgRp9I/AAAAAAAAADw/WeSOhTmaJLg/s1600/Kelechi%2BLooking%2BUp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TPp-ifgRp9I/AAAAAAAAADw/WeSOhTmaJLg/s320/Kelechi%2BLooking%2BUp.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546885022097713106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take heart.  When it come to matters of the spirit, you will see many faiths and religions.  You will be told this that or the other is true.  You will be berated when your truth doesn't match another person or group.  Do not worry for it is all mythology.  When you accept it in your heart you believe it to be what you want it to be.  And for that reason alone it is the truth to you.  That goes for believers and non-believers of a Deity.  It is foolhardy to take the limitless existence of the spirit and try to explain it in words.  It is far to limitless to limit.  Believe in your heart whatever you feel you need to satisfy your path. Spirit is not meant to be understood it is meant to allow us to continue to grow and search for the full fulfillment of what we can be, and what place we will take in the world.  There is only one true faith and it is the one you choose...  You can make it up and shape it any way you want to.  You do not need a congregation.  The congregation is everybody in the world doing what they do in their own unique way.  Today is a good day to celebrate the billions of faiths celebrated by each individual in he world.  Be a member of every body's flock.  We can take turns following one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2118099410364968359?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2118099410364968359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-you-choose-to-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2118099410364968359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2118099410364968359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-you-choose-to-believe.html' title='What You Choose to Believe'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TPp-ifgRp9I/AAAAAAAAADw/WeSOhTmaJLg/s72-c/Kelechi%2BLooking%2BUp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-3184961269814622784</id><published>2010-12-03T03:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T04:01:10.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music I Hear</title><content type='html'>it is not that I love music. It is that the music loves me. BJAZZAY,my musical alter ego, always moves and flows to music though I am not a dancer as such. I glide on notes, harmonies and the stories set to sound crafted in beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-3184961269814622784?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/3184961269814622784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/music-i-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/3184961269814622784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/3184961269814622784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/music-i-hear.html' title='The Music I Hear'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4686910673201644127</id><published>2010-12-02T07:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:31:17.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Call Me Names...</title><content type='html'>Something that makes me laugh is when someone refers to a non-black person as a nigger.  Its especially funny when its somebody who is "very" white...  Like that nigger Rush Limbaugh or that nigger George Bush or that nigger John Boehner  On second thought Boehner is a nigger. A new type of nigger.  A high orange one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4686910673201644127?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4686910673201644127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-call-me-names.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4686910673201644127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4686910673201644127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-call-me-names.html' title='Don&apos;t Call Me Names...'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-5959027529192582918</id><published>2010-11-30T08:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:40:24.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TPT-bxnwt2I/AAAAAAAAADo/OeTe9tKYngY/s1600/Nia%2Band%2BGabby%2BFun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TPT-bxnwt2I/AAAAAAAAADo/OeTe9tKYngY/s320/Nia%2Band%2BGabby%2BFun.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545336794329954146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is somebody who feels with us.  We rejoice when our friend does well.  We help when help is needed.  We call or come over at the right time.  We prove to one another that we all have moments.  We take time to celebrate one another.  We shield each other from attack and make one another do what we need to do to get by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-5959027529192582918?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/5959027529192582918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5959027529192582918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5959027529192582918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TPT-bxnwt2I/AAAAAAAAADo/OeTe9tKYngY/s72-c/Nia%2Band%2BGabby%2BFun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-597638392492516812</id><published>2010-11-30T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:24:33.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TPT7BaXWIVI/AAAAAAAAADg/m29RS2e57qM/s1600/Nia%2BIn%2BWater%2BSurfcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TPT7BaXWIVI/AAAAAAAAADg/m29RS2e57qM/s320/Nia%2BIn%2BWater%2BSurfcrop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545333042875605330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real fun is a child's fun because it chases away nothing, takes our minds off of nothing and does not require intoxication or phony exhibitionism.  You don't have to fake an orgasm or be around people you really cannot stand.  Real fun is what a child's fun is.  A hearty laugh and a pure soul that runs through fields of grass and clover or the sands on the beach.  Show us children how to have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-597638392492516812?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/597638392492516812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/real-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/597638392492516812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/597638392492516812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/real-fun.html' title='Real Fun'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TPT7BaXWIVI/AAAAAAAAADg/m29RS2e57qM/s72-c/Nia%2BIn%2BWater%2BSurfcrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2996579611363377725</id><published>2010-11-30T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:10:12.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need</title><content type='html'>I need the light to see, I need the darkness to think, and I need you to complete the total equation.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2996579611363377725?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2996579611363377725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-need-light-to-see-i-need-darkness-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2996579611363377725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2996579611363377725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-need-light-to-see-i-need-darkness-to.html' title='Need'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-3896215613616699077</id><published>2010-11-30T03:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:09:28.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musing</title><content type='html'>Nobody looks as good as you do.  You and that reflection from the mirror are ironclad witnesses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-3896215613616699077?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/3896215613616699077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/nobody-looks-as-good-as-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/3896215613616699077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/3896215613616699077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/nobody-looks-as-good-as-you-do.html' title='Musing'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-5827199909193767150</id><published>2010-11-27T09:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:24:22.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering....</title><content type='html'>Good morning or evening friends.  I was just wondering if you know people like this?  Have you ever wanted to ask them some of these things?  Have you ever wanted to tell them about themselves?  Have any of these thoughts about people like this come to mind?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you spend the better part of your life sneaking past mirrors in disguise where do you get off calling somebody ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  If you lost in the spelling bee when you were 18 because you could not spell "at" where do you get off calling somebody stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Another thing if you were 18 during that spelling bee but you were still in the second grade why say the winner must have cheated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you have moved up from a crack-head to a Crystal Meth House Operator why are you saying that don't nobody out there knows what they're doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  If you are so smart why didn't you get that job as foreman of the pig butt wiping  plant that you work for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Better yet why did you say you should have gotten the promotion because you have been working at the pig butt wiping             plant for over 30 years and you know your way around a pig's ass better than anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Why do you think that excuse making changes the outcome of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Why do you think people would rather hear you whining over hearing their favorite singer at a live concert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Why do you think the winner is bad and that its better to be the loser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why do you look down from the floor upon people who have worked hard to achieve something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  When will you learn that being "lucky" is hard to achieve and is in fact usually the ghost of hard work you never saw them do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Why do you not think that saying you don't care that you did not get something is a sign that you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Why do you want to be just like everybody else?  Don't you know that nobody is like everybody else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Why do you want to steal from somebody?  Whatever you took is still not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!5.  Why did you miss that whatever they have on that you just made fun of looks better than what you have on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Lets say you were a professional boxer and your record was 0 and 30 wouldn't you think a career change is in order?  Well why do you keep trying to raise your record to 1 and 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How do you think being a fool will suddenly make you a wise man and wise men fools?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  While there is a reason you are a miserable failure, that reason is not the answer to your future success.  For example if you are a failure because you are comprehensively ignorant remaining that way isn't going to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  While being a know it all can be a nuisance why would you think the remedy to the situation is not to know anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Finally if none of these things apply to you then do the world a favor and share this with anybody that it may.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.On second thought why would you do that?  They are just gonna laugh at you, make fun of you, call you ugly, call you stupid, tell you you don't know what you are doing, that you don't know anything, make an excuse, and tell you they can spell any word if you just give them all of the letters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-5827199909193767150?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/5827199909193767150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5827199909193767150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5827199909193767150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering....'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-922237693582124269</id><published>2010-11-11T08:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:32:46.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling Wild Oats and Seed Sowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TONMvp4xZGI/AAAAAAAAACw/AFXS8rWBYPo/s1600/IMG_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TONMvp4xZGI/AAAAAAAAACw/AFXS8rWBYPo/s320/IMG_0719.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540356348177376354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the corporate booty scratchers aka Republicans are talking about reducing Federal workers pay (excluding their own of course) and it has me thinking.  It is so easy to play on Americans who hate to see anybody but themselves get paid.  Anyway I think everyone of the Republican members of congress could work gratis.  After all they get so much money from the banks and big corporations to do their bidding they don't need the money.  Am I accusing them of being on the take.  Sure I am.  I mean the Bush Tax cuts if they were to continue would add to the deficit $600,000,000,000 (did I print enough zeros?) six hundred billion dollars to the deficit.  The deficit they want to reduce?  Why would they do such a thing?  Because that is what their Corporate pimps want them to do and you know that on the stroll all bitches must have daddy's money.  Okay if you are willing to reduce the cost of goods and services reduce pay.  If not don't even entertain such a juvenile thought... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English needs to be translated into "keep it real this is what it really means English."  So lets do some translating here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need smaller government"&lt;br /&gt; Translation  "We need a government that only represents white people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obama is a Muslim"  &lt;br /&gt;Translation Obama is a Nigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Washington Is not listening to the American People" &lt;br /&gt; Translation  Washington isn't giving white racist Americans their true entitlements as white people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Government is interfering in  our lives" &lt;br /&gt;Translation  Government is protecting the rights of minorities, gays, liberals and all other people and not allowing us to impose our will, ideas and lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to protect our borders"  &lt;br /&gt;Translation If Hispanics become citizens they will not support the interest of white people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is too much regulation of banks and corporations'&lt;br /&gt;Translation we want to continue to pollute and export jobs from America and not pay a dime of tax in the process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"High taxes kill jobs"&lt;br /&gt;Translation The American worker costs too damn much. The middle clas and poor people should pay taxes not rich people. Besides if the American economy crashes and burns it won't hurt us corporate barons because "we're rich Bitch!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obama Care Is bad"&lt;br /&gt;Translation We want to continue to raise the costs,exclude people from care who have preexisting conditions, and greedily profit off of the misery of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Public Option would kill your grandma and have you arrested if you don't get health insurance&lt;br /&gt;Translation The government could actually do a better job at health care and offer better prices.  We as private profit grubbing greedy price gouging gutter snipes could not compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One next to last thought.  So far the Republicans and conservatives  are talking about what they won't do and what they will try to undo.  WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO.  Where are the jobs?  Got any solutions?  And don't try to reintroduce old tired crap.  Where are your new ideas?  WHERE ARE THE JOBS?  I say you have nothing.  Prove me and my ilk wrong.  I dare you.  I say you are nothing but a bunch of flat negative anti everything selfish washed up lieing has beens who have watched other nations pass us by.  THE AMERICAN PEOPLE ARE WATCHING YOU.  Not just the so called real Americans but ALL AMERICANS.  Okay conservatives, lead us out of this mess you created in the first place.  You've basically bought and lied your way back into some semblance of power lets see what you do.  My money is on you won't do anything but block deny recycle and lie.  You first mission JOBS.  TIME TO GO TO WORK AND STOP CAMPAIGNING LIKE YOUR BEEN DOING INSTEAD OF GOVERNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thought.  Every day that I wake up I see beauty.  Love abounds and a smile is but a tribute to being alive.  I like what I see in the mirror.  I love the good that is in everyone.  Have faith that there is a place for you that will bring you joy.  Let your life be peaceful and love the fact that you share in creation and that you own your destiny.  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-922237693582124269?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/922237693582124269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/rambling-wild-oats-and-seed-sowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/922237693582124269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/922237693582124269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/11/rambling-wild-oats-and-seed-sowing.html' title='Rambling Wild Oats and Seed Sowing'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TONMvp4xZGI/AAAAAAAAACw/AFXS8rWBYPo/s72-c/IMG_0719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-8525730155494572240</id><published>2010-10-30T10:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:43:02.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Not Know I Would Go There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TMw5Dpm6ncI/AAAAAAAAACo/yYLeFwyw5wA/s1600/Family+Thanksgiving+Laurel+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TMw5Dpm6ncI/AAAAAAAAACo/yYLeFwyw5wA/s320/Family+Thanksgiving+Laurel+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533860777002966466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some random inventory that I have been carrying around.  Might as well put it on sale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of American.  We end that pledge with ...and liberty and justice for all.  So why is it that in a country of over 300 million people we have folks saying we have to shrink our government?  A government for all of 300 million people is going to be BIG.  It includes everybody.  As far as it interfering in our lives what I think these selfish folks are really saying is they as individuals want to interfere in peoples lives.  They want certain segments, that is anybody that is not them, not to have the freedoms that they want and they deserve.  So I think if you want a smaller government why don't you do what you always tell other folks.  If you don't like it leave!  That way the government will be smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point two if you want to cut spending why cut education or human services.  The real source of high spending and waste is defense spending.  Cut that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with the economy isn't socialism.  Obama is not a socialist.  Capitalism is the problem.  Privatization is overrated.  Our so called free enterprise system is malfunctioning.  Our countries saving grace is its government not private industry.  Capitalism is based on making money by whatever means necessary.  Why do we have job issues in this country?  Because of out sourcing jobs to get cheaper labor thus increasing profit.  While those of us who pay taxes to our government they don't  America is not their priority.  Profit is.  They are failing the middle class American and frankly they good give two tinkers damns.&lt;br /&gt;They have fools believing the government is shafting you while it is them.  It is funny when you mix fear with a lie of a message you have a lethal weapon.  The corporate mind control game has so many people furthering their interest while they are sticking to those people as if they are contemptible trash.  Go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  It is so frustrating because we could be so much greater than we are and life should not be this hard.  We have the potential to be the greatest civilization ever.  But we squander it being small minded, lazy, racist, and arrogant.  If only this house of cards that is destined to fall would fall around those pushing this mad agenda and the rest of us would be left alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is hope.  Because we can continue to live.  A good rule of thumb is lets tell our children the truth about things and start living that way rather than the lies that our everyday lives have become.  We can spend time with our families and generally persue the things in life that are good.  We can take walks, go to work, have a celebration or two.  We can visit the sick, attend symposiums, conferences, and meetings.  We can worship as we see fit or frame ourselves in benevolent ethical behavior. We can start eating healthy and drinking plenty of water.  Lets go out to dinner or struggle to put our meager wages and earnings to make the best of a bad situations.  Let there be music and Ipods and comedy clubs and cable television with microwave popcorn.  Lets sit around from time to time and debate one another, and learn to laugh at ourselves.  Lets work smart and by all means let us start believing in love and commitment again.  Lets not waste time debating those who think we are inferior.  You answer to them should be to live your life to the fullest.  That's the best kiss my ass sentiment that you could ever share with that ignorant segment of the population.  Fiercely protect your loved ones but do not be afraid to let them go and branch out and grow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life should be a tribute to you and your ancestors.  You can savor the rain before it turns dirt into mud by casting your eyes to the sky and opening your mouth to accept the free nourishment that is given to you.  You do not have to be adorned with wisdom to know that there is decency potential in everyone.  Mistakes are not that far from being the correct answer.  We grow to be in smaller units not big ones.  Broad strokes are infinite amounts of smaller motions.  Take your time.  Be slow when you must and hurry only when it is necessary.  Glory be to the small part that you play in this life this kingdom and this haven.  Sadness turns to gladness and I know we can be as fresh as a new haircut.  Do the best that you can do on any given day. Take nothing for granted.  Just give us another day to do the good things that we want to do.  We have the whole world in our hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-8525730155494572240?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/8525730155494572240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/10/did-not-know-i-would-go-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8525730155494572240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8525730155494572240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/10/did-not-know-i-would-go-there.html' title='Did Not Know I Would Go There'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TMw5Dpm6ncI/AAAAAAAAACo/yYLeFwyw5wA/s72-c/Family+Thanksgiving+Laurel+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4274884586434738673</id><published>2010-10-30T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:28:28.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Term Blues</title><content type='html'>Your vote is the only way you can prevent this country from becoming one nation under the corporation, in greed, with chaos and confusion for most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4274884586434738673?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4274884586434738673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/10/mid-term-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4274884586434738673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4274884586434738673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/10/mid-term-blues.html' title='Mid Term Blues'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-8405558466501534294</id><published>2010-10-03T09:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T09:54:31.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Level</title><content type='html'>This is the day I watch my favorite sport, professional football.  I root for my home team the Washington Redskins.  I root for all of the professional home teams for that matter.  I love sports because in many ways it is a microcosm of society only in my mind fairer.  I said fairer by the way not perfect.  What I like about sport is the teams and individuals play on the same level fields, rings and arenas.  Some teams and individuals obviously have greater skills than others but the field, the ring or the arena is the same size for the combatants.  And because of that what can occur is an upset, that unexpected victory by an underdog. And with an addition of a new player or a person in an individual sport working harder to improve, an underdog or loser can become a winner.  If only the macrocosm was like that.  If only life was played on a level field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-8405558466501534294?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/8405558466501534294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/10/level.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8405558466501534294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/8405558466501534294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/10/level.html' title='Level'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2968109205915570990</id><published>2010-09-30T20:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:29:13.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzles and Horror Stories</title><content type='html'>When I was a child my family would get together on Saturday Night around a table.  We would get these puzzles with what seemed to be hundreds of parts.  It would be a puzzle of a pirate ship, an airplane in the sky, a forrest or an animal scene.  We would shake up the pieces and spread them all over the table.  It would look like you could not possibly put that puzzle together.  The object of the game was to put the first pieces together.  Just starting a task is the secret to finishing a task was the lesson learned I guess. The approach was a family team effort but it resembled a three ring circus.  We would eat popcorn popped in a pan with real oil and butter.  On occasion we would have Jiffy Pop which was sort of the precursor to microwave popcorn but we found the old pop it in the pan was the best.  We also watched the black and white television for the old horror movies that came on.  There was Inner Sanctum and the favorite called SHOCKED!!!  The movies included Frankenstein, The Werewolf,the Invisible Man and the old standby Dracula movies. Boris Karloff and Bela Legosi were two creepy scary dudes.  So we would work the puzzle, eat the popcorn, and watch the movies.  It was ordered mayhem and it was fun big time.  We stayed up late and most nights we would finish the puzzle before we went to bed.  There was no curfew.  We were unstructured enough to be creative and free, yet disciplined enough to finish that difficult puzzle.  We were family enough to work together, love together and enjoy each others company.  That was something that happened over 50 years ago yet somehow I feel it is still so much of who I am and the way I live my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family did not have all of the bells and whistles of life yet we had wealth untold.&lt;br /&gt;We got by and were filled with bliss beyond our means, but not our limitless eternal souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2968109205915570990?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2968109205915570990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/puzzles-and-horror-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2968109205915570990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2968109205915570990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/puzzles-and-horror-stories.html' title='Puzzles and Horror Stories'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2133977179055780051</id><published>2010-09-30T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:42:08.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadowding the Romantique</title><content type='html'>I wish I was standing on a pier with you, in the rain, in a trench coat, without an umbrella... Throw in a little fog and a midnight light shining through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2133977179055780051?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2133977179055780051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/shadowding-romantique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2133977179055780051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2133977179055780051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/shadowding-romantique.html' title='Shadowding the Romantique'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-7984753378028631477</id><published>2010-09-29T21:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T12:33:39.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDAYDREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgaN5If7ukQ/TsKiZO4W3WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/gI4QbJB_8ko/s1600/IMG_0616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgaN5If7ukQ/TsKiZO4W3WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/gI4QbJB_8ko/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun beams down strongly on the water that makes clouds that rain and refresh so that the things that grow can become more beautiful thus pleasing the minions on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-7984753378028631477?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/7984753378028631477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/medaydream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/7984753378028631477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/7984753378028631477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/medaydream.html' title='MEDAYDREAM'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgaN5If7ukQ/TsKiZO4W3WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/gI4QbJB_8ko/s72-c/IMG_0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-9136154460234517885</id><published>2010-09-29T21:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:01:44.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9-12-2010</title><content type='html'>Sunny is blue gray and cloudy today because the rain had to fall. So its up to me to drink the holy water and remain sunny and hopeful inside of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-9136154460234517885?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/9136154460234517885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/9-12-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/9136154460234517885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/9136154460234517885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/9-12-2010.html' title='9-12-2010'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-5997635150915126315</id><published>2010-09-29T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:58:14.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9-16-2010</title><content type='html'>Much of what is wrong with the education of children goes on outside of the school building and therefore must be fixed at the point of origin. You cannot effectively fix children without fixing their parents. After all it is their parents who are supposed to nurture, guide, comfort and protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is educational reform? You go to school and you have teachers who teach you things. Exactly what then do we need to reform? I dare say the reform we need is to get the politicians out of education and let educators do their jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-5997635150915126315?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/5997635150915126315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/9-16-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5997635150915126315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5997635150915126315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/9-16-2010.html' title='9-16-2010'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-778212313419448706</id><published>2010-09-29T20:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:55:03.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9-17-2010 in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TONR8TL1UmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WyYvRo02Ne0/s1600/Miriam%2527s%2BProm%2BPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TONR8TL1UmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WyYvRo02Ne0/s320/Miriam%2527s%2BProm%2BPicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540362062979748450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the quiet of early nightfall my sister Miriam Y T Abney passed away. She was carried to heaven in a vehicle of clouds and light powered by the love of God and her family. Rest in peace my sweet precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-778212313419448706?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/778212313419448706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/9-17-2010-in-morning_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/778212313419448706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/778212313419448706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/9-17-2010-in-morning_29.html' title='9-17-2010 in the morning'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TONR8TL1UmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WyYvRo02Ne0/s72-c/Miriam%2527s%2BProm%2BPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-2358502705751666730</id><published>2010-09-29T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:54:14.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9-17-2010 in the morning</title><content type='html'>In the quiet of early nightfall my sister Miriam Y T Abney passed away. She was carried to heaven in a vehicle of clouds and light powered by the love of God and her family. Rest in peace my sweet precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-2358502705751666730?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/2358502705751666730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/9-17-2010-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2358502705751666730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/2358502705751666730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/9-17-2010-in-morning.html' title='9-17-2010 in the morning'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-1377431615199479499</id><published>2010-09-29T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:49:36.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9-29-2010</title><content type='html'>Slow down, slow down take it easy slow down. Life is to be savored and seasoned mellow and reasoned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery of morning; does it end the night or begin the day? Family, how are we living? Let us live large with hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-1377431615199479499?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/1377431615199479499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/slow-down-slow-down-take-it-easy-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1377431615199479499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/1377431615199479499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/slow-down-slow-down-take-it-easy-slow.html' title='9-29-2010'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-5742866455696025208</id><published>2010-09-23T03:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:40:32.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just Sayin-Somebody Can't Find Their Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TONOoyNux9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Iu3bd9tkabI/s1600/IMG_0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TONOoyNux9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Iu3bd9tkabI/s320/IMG_0724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540358429176940498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  I'm a day to day type person.  Learn something new and forget where I put something.  I don't sweat it because it will always turn up where I put it.  Having said that I am drowning in the insanity of some Americans and their lack of responsibility.  Folks, America for them went somewhere and they want it back.  Hmmm.  O-K.  There are Americans out there that somehow misplaced their country and cannot find it.  A whole country, 50 states, numerous cities, towns, counties,rivers and streams and over 300 million people gone.  Natural resources are gone.  The Statue of Liberty gone.  The park across the street is gone.  No fruit loops no NFL Football no reality shows to be found.  They want their country back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I suggest they look harder and try to find it.  But these lazy goats want to blame me for losing their country.  They think I took their country.  They think you took their country. I think they are the ones.  I think they left it lying around somewhere.  Probably after a night on the town partying and drinking shots into the wee hours of the morning.  They came home, laid the country down somewhere, and forgot where they put it.  As big as it is I just can't believe they lost it.  I mean it belongs to over 300 million people now, not just the few of them it used to belong to.  It is men and women of all kinds of shapes and colors and interests.  It has young and old, rich and poor, it is black, brown, yellow, red and white.  It has a government that is supposed to represent all of them not just a few and not just the privileged.  As far as entitlements, there really shouldn't be any, it should be you get what you earn therefore it includes everybody.  I could see you not be able to find your country if it only included you because it would be considerably smaller and thus very easy to misplace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow now I get it.  With all of these people being included in your country now like a new sibling you are having problems learning how to share.  All these years you have been an only child.  Now you have to share.  A government of by and for the people includes all of the people and it has gotten bigger.  It just can't do what you want it to do it must consider other peoples needs and will as well.  I don't think you lost your country after all.  I think its right under your nose.  It is just that you don't recognize it because it has taken on a new look.  It looks like everybody that is in it not just like you.  You are going to have to share.  You will have your own toys and resources for sure.  Not to worry.  But others are going to have their own toys and resources as well.  However, the attention, affection, and love will be shared much like it is in a good family.  Everyone will get a chance to shine when it is their turn and everyone should support the other when they are in or out of the spotlight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by chance you are looking for your country that you once knew I am afraid I have some bad news for you.  Its gone.  Its not coming back.  Sorry I had to be the one to tell you.  So stop looking.  You can gather up your pioneers and go somewhere and make a new country just for yourself.  You can run away from home in a manner of speaking.  You can even try to overthrow the government because true liberty makes you sick when you may find you have to earn the right to rule based on your individual wisdom, judgement, courage and skill and not your race.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need not look for your country, you need to look at it.  It is right in front of your face. It is a work that will either be in progress or one that shuts itself down.  I'm just sayin and that is all I'm sayin for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-5742866455696025208?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/5742866455696025208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-just-sayin-somebody-cant-find-their.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5742866455696025208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/5742866455696025208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-just-sayin-somebody-cant-find-their.html' title='I&apos;m Just Sayin-Somebody Can&apos;t Find Their Country'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9KgQ0rfJeYs/TONOoyNux9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Iu3bd9tkabI/s72-c/IMG_0724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-4399113354407514349</id><published>2010-07-05T12:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:04:17.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruminations in Emmanual's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INP1hvY9Oyc/TtJtVrXwycI/AAAAAAAAARM/cPB1Lm6YOxE/s1600/IMG_1482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INP1hvY9Oyc/TtJtVrXwycI/AAAAAAAAARM/cPB1Lm6YOxE/s320/IMG_1482.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanual sits in the messiest room in his place and ponders.  His man domicile has a neatness about it except for this room.  This is a mans room with everything on the floor, untidy beyond reasonable comprehension.  This is the ritual room where dirty socks and gym clothes go unattended.  They may not get to the hamper until its time to do laundry and that time usually comes only when he has nothing left to wear.  But its okay because the rest of the space while masculine has a character and charm.  The pictures have frames, the art is tasteful, there are no cinder blocks and shelving, no egg crates, this is a home not a domitory.  But he is in that one disorderly room pondering.  He is pondering a beautiful Nubian she.  A woman of prodigious beauty and charm, mysterious and alluring. With eyes cast skyward he sees weighted gold coins tumbling to the earth changing form and substance before his very eyes. This woman has rocked his soul like no other crossing the lines of great wanting and grand confusion.  She seems to be whatever a man decides what he wants in a woman and never quite gets.  So many come so many go all with their own essence and perfume.  This one has a fragrance that waffles through Emmanual.  This thing is so different.  Instead of feeling like a weak and simpish nose opened lovesick buster he feels mega masculine, and powerful.   He has romantic inclinations, and he wants to meet all of the ritual expectancies.  She is his, though they have just met and there is great physical distance between them.  He knows she is his but she does not belong to him yet.  The total gifts while ordered have not been delivered.  The naked new birth is still to come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ponders how this happened and his mind seeks to do the impossible.  To explain emotions, to reason love and to understand why some women get you to surrender and admit you care.  Hers is an innocent yet sensual beauty.  Cascading hair, soft looking caramel colored skin, deep piercing yet gentle eyes, an ancient refined sophisticated soul presence.  all of the visceral visual man reasons for an attraction to a female are their.  Yet it is what you don't see that is creating a magnatism that defies the rules of nature.  Rain can turn to ashes and she could still find the moisture.  Winds can blow with a gale force and not bend a newly rooted tree.  Songs could hit Minnie Rippertonian highs and her soft voice would be the music you hear.  Emmanuel's mind drifts to saxephones and visions of her dancing just for him and he will follow that dancing girl to a quiet rainforest place so mellow and enchanting and beatific.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There in his man room with all of the remants of old pizza boxes and unmatched furiture, gadgets, computers, sports stuff and things deemed very male he is thinking beauty.  Emmanual ponders the sweet roundness of her hips, the questions she asks and the answers he gives her.  He thinks of all of the ways that he has tried to get her to see that she is a Godscend.  She recieves and gives love gracefully.  The touching so far has been through the soul.  And it has been pleasing and grand.  Consumation is and will be as easier than breathing because it has already been claimed.  Emmanual looks out the window outside of himself and looks around his man room.  He decides its time to get that room in order.  At that moment he can almost feel her approving smile over his shoulder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-4399113354407514349?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/4399113354407514349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/07/ruminations-in-emmanuals-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4399113354407514349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/4399113354407514349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/07/ruminations-in-emmanuals-room.html' title='Ruminations in Emmanual&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INP1hvY9Oyc/TtJtVrXwycI/AAAAAAAAARM/cPB1Lm6YOxE/s72-c/IMG_1482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-3651746436622027684</id><published>2010-06-23T10:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:54:23.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME MORE OF THE WAY I THINK</title><content type='html'>1. Average people seem to have more options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ugly women have a better chance than a broke man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The new whore is an attention whore.  Like the old school whore they      are       never satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A smile changes the way people look at you.  You smile at folks and they feel that they are pleasing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Expectations can paralyze you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Smoking cigarettes used to be cool.  Now it seems to indicate something in your life is out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sorry but I don’t like to see women in a boxing ring or ultimate fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Most people who don’t know what they want sure know how to keep what they think they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. People love to be on the plus side of a double standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You can advance without holding someone back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. People have to pay more for food that is good for you.  Now that is the personification of a damn shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The words can you do me a big favor usually means the so-called “loan” is never going to make it back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A cynic is to a get over artist like sunlight is to a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Good looking people have issues too.  But they fake and façade better than most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Children are being raised and influenced by rappers, celebrities, and athletes.  Not a good look parents, we have to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Need a moment of silence?  Ask a Republican about their new policies and programs.  The quiet will melt in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The last child in a family looks like everybody in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. We would all do well to listen and learn from Stevie Wonder songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. And while we are at it give a listen to Boyz II Men sing Ribbon in the Sky acappella.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Love is a game that leads the ignorant to think has no rules. Therefore they think they can play in the game and with the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The most honest thing in the world is a baby’s cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. It matters when people follow and believe in people whose own lives are train wrecks, who know very little but fake the funk well and don’t care about people while pretending they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You cannot have my possessions you ignorant crook&lt;br /&gt;I must find a place to hide them where you would never look&lt;br /&gt;I will hide them within the covers of a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Take heart.  Good people and good causes remain even in times like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The answer to any extreme usually lies in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. No more teachers no more books no more freedom just a bunch of non rhyming misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Each of us has our own time but others will steal it if we do not claim it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I am not a know it all, I am a not know enough starving to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I can do better.  I know this.  I will always know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You are important.  Know that.  Always know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-3651746436622027684?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/3651746436622027684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-more-of-way-i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/3651746436622027684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/3651746436622027684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-more-of-way-i-think.html' title='SOME MORE OF THE WAY I THINK'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-6488791927055586734</id><published>2010-06-22T23:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:55:58.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Day Exceptional Thoughts and Deeds</title><content type='html'>How do you change? By putting to action anything you know you need to do over and over again and by repeatedly refusing to do the same things that lead you to destruction over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656727795278697077-6488791927055586734?l=princerobertjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/feeds/6488791927055586734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-day-exceptional-thoughts-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6488791927055586734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656727795278697077/posts/default/6488791927055586734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princerobertjr.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-day-exceptional-thoughts-and.html' title='Random Day Exceptional Thoughts and Deeds'/><author><name>Prince.RobertJr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07451657116069159889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd08SF915kM/Tl4z7tFqY1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/C4r5Uo12ooQ/s220/IMG_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656727795278697077.post-1497714205585535578</id><published>2010-06-19T00:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:36:35.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Final Third of My Life</title><content type='html'>In the beginning of your life and towards the end of your life you have earned the right not to be anything particular.  We do things for babies and young children.  All of their behavior is innocent and cute.  With old folks you give an unlimited pass.  If they are onery, no one really cares.  Onery old folks are a proverb.  Being old is an accomplishment in and of itself.   So when I get old I am going to be gracious.  I am also telling anybody that wants me to do something I don't want to ...  Well I am going to tell them to kiss my Azz (Capitol A with two z's for emphasis), cause I am old and I own it, end of story.  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