<?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-6289421809951967340</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:09:20.232-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Thoughts of Flying Peacock</title><subtitle type='html'>Rate poems and essays to be published in a series of memoirs by Mia Jackson.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MissingInAction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867744524623935816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7TJchJzT28/S5VL9ndULdI/AAAAAAAAADM/jlT9X4yDypI/S220/022.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289421809951967340.post-9041876051886251950</id><published>2009-09-14T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:05:42.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry for a brain,&lt;br /&gt;to send signals to a body that screams my name,&lt;br /&gt;and caresses my body through joy and pain, sun and rain,&lt;br /&gt;underpriviledged and fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry for a mind,&lt;br /&gt;to focus on mine,&lt;br /&gt;through ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;lows and highs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry for a body,&lt;br /&gt;capable of rushing every last emotion of mine,&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, to the brink of the sky... and space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry for a caress,&lt;br /&gt;to erase the very thin line between love and hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry for a peice,&lt;br /&gt;to fit mine, in a motion to create our own unique marks in time,&lt;br /&gt;with beautiful faces and exquisite minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry for a voice,&lt;br /&gt;to directly reach the inner-layer of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;which encloses the real me,&lt;br /&gt;with no sound, and no need to preach..&lt;br /&gt;we're already on the same ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry for a stare,&lt;br /&gt;to meet my own.&lt;br /&gt;One that i'll crave so much,&lt;br /&gt;it'll depreciate the value of the phone&lt;br /&gt;and increase the value of one touch,&lt;br /&gt;one brush up against my skin,&lt;br /&gt;that kinda makes my heart rush and my head spin,&lt;br /&gt;and urges me to pull you within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry for a soul,&lt;br /&gt;so holy..&lt;br /&gt;to put the rule book behind them.&lt;br /&gt;Because nothing could be more justified,&lt;br /&gt;tonight there's no sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry for senses,&lt;br /&gt;so sensitive.. such as ears and a nose,&lt;br /&gt;that recognize my scent and the rythm of my footsteps&lt;br /&gt;anywhere they may go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry for a heart,&lt;br /&gt;so golden...&lt;br /&gt;that only focuses on what it's holding,&lt;br /&gt;which is always me,&lt;br /&gt;and doesn't care who knows or sees,&lt;br /&gt;because it's apparent destiny has already chosen&lt;br /&gt;us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry for character,&lt;br /&gt;so strong...&lt;br /&gt;that I don't fear the roads coming along,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that the tree we call love is strong,&lt;br /&gt;because it's bright green buds of trust&lt;br /&gt;breed an unspoken understanding&lt;br /&gt;that could do no wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289421809951967340-9041876051886251950?l=thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/9041876051886251950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default/9041876051886251950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default/9041876051886251950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/hungry.html' title='Hungry'/><author><name>MissingInAction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867744524623935816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7TJchJzT28/S5VL9ndULdI/AAAAAAAAADM/jlT9X4yDypI/S220/022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289421809951967340.post-9066350289230204389</id><published>2009-09-14T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:54:02.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Every Woman Has Hope In A Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when you think hope is lost,&lt;br /&gt;it knocks on your front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You tried to find it at one time,&lt;br /&gt;searching, from top to bottom...&lt;br /&gt;side to side, yet, lost it remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You cried a river, in fear&lt;br /&gt;of your soul being lost&lt;br /&gt;along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope...your heart, the soul in every effort,&lt;br /&gt;passion, and all of the above,&lt;br /&gt;lost, diminished, evaporated,&lt;br /&gt;all into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You then realize what hope is,&lt;br /&gt;and panic sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becomes the question of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up until you realize&lt;br /&gt;the answer is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then sisters,&lt;br /&gt;that man you loved all along,&lt;br /&gt;and thought you lost,&lt;br /&gt;comes calling..&lt;br /&gt;realizing the mistakes he too has made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But even then they don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave it in the past,&lt;br /&gt;for hope shall never be lost again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every Woman Has Hope In A Man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289421809951967340-9066350289230204389?l=thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/9066350289230204389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-woman-has-hope-in-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default/9066350289230204389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default/9066350289230204389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-woman-has-hope-in-man.html' title='Every Woman Has Hope In A Man'/><author><name>MissingInAction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867744524623935816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7TJchJzT28/S5VL9ndULdI/AAAAAAAAADM/jlT9X4yDypI/S220/022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289421809951967340.post-3164678244071209013</id><published>2009-09-14T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:49:25.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Chasing After Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chasing After Nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got what they want,&lt;br /&gt;and he has me.&lt;br /&gt;So why is it&lt;br /&gt;that i'm so unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass is always greener&lt;br /&gt;on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;This time, i think it's true,&lt;br /&gt;it's not just foolish pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been with this type of guy.&lt;br /&gt;Many nights,&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wonder "why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never calls just to see&lt;br /&gt;what life's like for a girl like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never questions&lt;br /&gt;my modes of thought..&lt;br /&gt;and this lack of attention&lt;br /&gt;often left me distraught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His nonchalance is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped being so attentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I suppose this will dissolve,&lt;br /&gt;instead of him thinking to resolve&lt;br /&gt;the kinks in the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never think he's with someone else,&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't have the capacity&lt;br /&gt;to even love himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how could he make more than one&lt;br /&gt;feel like she's number one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the way that works?&lt;br /&gt;To make each woman feel&lt;br /&gt;like she's got what works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple..&lt;br /&gt;He is blind and cannot see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That many men see a future in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even he did at one point,&lt;br /&gt;but doing wrong is so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a priority for him&lt;br /&gt;to keep number one happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like old folks say..&lt;br /&gt;It's up to me to love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to do what makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing after nothing&lt;br /&gt;just makes my heart weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289421809951967340-3164678244071209013?l=thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/3164678244071209013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/chasing-after-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default/3164678244071209013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default/3164678244071209013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/chasing-after-nothing.html' title='Chasing After Nothing'/><author><name>MissingInAction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867744524623935816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7TJchJzT28/S5VL9ndULdI/AAAAAAAAADM/jlT9X4yDypI/S220/022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289421809951967340.post-1643589676532446293</id><published>2009-09-14T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:38:46.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Extraordinary Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraordinary Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;When you’re away&lt;br /&gt;I’m almost afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Of what?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say..&lt;br /&gt;Like you’ll find another&lt;br /&gt;little girl to stop and play.&lt;br /&gt;I know you won’t,&lt;br /&gt;but yes they will..&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t pay&lt;br /&gt;that big energy bill..&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you’ll get lost&lt;br /&gt;along the way,&lt;br /&gt;and won’t find your way back&lt;br /&gt;home safe with me.&lt;br /&gt;Against this I pray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even for selfless reasons,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to remain mine.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need a man of treason&lt;br /&gt;to rob me blind&lt;br /&gt;amidst the wine and dine..&lt;br /&gt;Minus the cheddar,&lt;br /&gt;my boo’s fine.&lt;br /&gt;And you know he’s got potential,&lt;br /&gt;cuz I made him mine..&lt;br /&gt;Only for the purpose of watching&lt;br /&gt;this empire climb&lt;br /&gt;to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hear me roar from rooftops.&lt;br /&gt;How I soar, When his beat drops.&lt;br /&gt;I need more, If he stops&lt;br /&gt;before I pour the wine&lt;br /&gt;to match his meat chops,&lt;br /&gt;That’s okay.. It’s his loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know someone might do it better,&lt;br /&gt;in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart, there’s no one better,&lt;br /&gt;I contemplate bearing a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus..&lt;br /&gt;my lips and my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to live without a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and a brisk brush&lt;br /&gt;up against the structure&lt;br /&gt;that holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;and rules my lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He changed my style&lt;br /&gt;from fun and rough,&lt;br /&gt;to a soft sweet syrup&lt;br /&gt;only he erupts..&lt;br /&gt;..From the depths of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;to the palm of my hands..&lt;br /&gt;He owns my wind, my trees,&lt;br /&gt;my vast mountains, and sand..&lt;br /&gt;My soul lies intertwined&lt;br /&gt;with this extraordinary man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289421809951967340-1643589676532446293?l=thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/1643589676532446293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/extraordinary-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default/1643589676532446293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default/1643589676532446293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/extraordinary-man.html' title='Extraordinary Man'/><author><name>MissingInAction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867744524623935816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7TJchJzT28/S5VL9ndULdI/AAAAAAAAADM/jlT9X4yDypI/S220/022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289421809951967340.post-3075531717567396378</id><published>2009-09-14T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:30:29.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Bodies of Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bodies of Water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a barrier&lt;br /&gt;between our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;It struck me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Our love needed a jump start&lt;br /&gt;before the lies faded,&lt;br /&gt;and i could see your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you now,&lt;br /&gt;starting a life is hard...&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will last&lt;br /&gt;through a sea of lies.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to end up&lt;br /&gt;knee-deep in tears&lt;br /&gt;from my own cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289421809951967340-3075531717567396378?l=thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/3075531717567396378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/bodies-of-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default/3075531717567396378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default/3075531717567396378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/bodies-of-water.html' title='Bodies of Water'/><author><name>MissingInAction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867744524623935816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7TJchJzT28/S5VL9ndULdI/AAAAAAAAADM/jlT9X4yDypI/S220/022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289421809951967340.post-4090372827027236810</id><published>2009-09-14T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:28:06.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Better Half</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Better Half&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my better half,&lt;br /&gt;someone to help me do the math&lt;br /&gt;when life comes running full force,&lt;br /&gt;you could join my jogging path..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not like the others&lt;br /&gt;.. the skeletons from my past.&lt;br /&gt;which is why my choice,&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;was built to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my menagerie was thin glass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall and break,&lt;br /&gt;you're too beautiful a unicorn&lt;br /&gt;to drop and get crushed&lt;br /&gt;on the concrete that's us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant, cast-iron mold, trust..&lt;br /&gt;is what we could be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be enjoyed by the masses&lt;br /&gt;for many forthcoming centuries..&lt;br /&gt;like Martin Luther, and Corretta Scott, King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my hand is stretched out toward you,&lt;br /&gt;I need assistance, yours to meet mine,&lt;br /&gt;and pull me out of the ring..&lt;br /&gt;intervention, divine.&lt;br /&gt;A force to meet mine..&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289421809951967340-4090372827027236810?l=thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/4090372827027236810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/better-half.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default/4090372827027236810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289421809951967340/posts/default/4090372827027236810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How soon we forget&lt;br /&gt;who comes running&lt;br /&gt;when we most need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who show up&lt;br /&gt;when it's least important&lt;br /&gt;are in search of short term&lt;br /&gt;fame and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends ignore your whines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy allies help slow the clock&lt;br /&gt;when time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They defy all odds&lt;br /&gt;for the benefit of the team,&lt;br /&gt;an alliance with no I's,&lt;br /&gt;they come running&lt;br /&gt;with blades of glory&lt;br /&gt;to silence the others' cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil supplies Pride&lt;br /&gt;to the man, blind, to his allies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289421809951967340-7358205340472356557?l=thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' 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long shorts, and&lt;br /&gt;ever since that day,&lt;br /&gt;I try and keep my focus.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it tight for my babe,&lt;br /&gt;fresher den spring blossoms&lt;br /&gt;on locusts.&lt;br /&gt;I try hard to keep my love&lt;br /&gt;on the low cuz,&lt;br /&gt;Inside I’m obsessed&lt;br /&gt;with how you are my chauffeur,&lt;br /&gt;drive my body&lt;br /&gt;round n’ round in circles,&lt;br /&gt;and when we part&lt;br /&gt;I’m mad because it hurts us.&lt;br /&gt;~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289421809951967340-8237076088889299813?l=thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofflyingpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/8237076088889299813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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