<?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-10897170</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:58:36.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Oscar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897170.post-110874470516851834</id><published>2005-02-18T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T08:42:24.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebb and Flowing Daydreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Ebb%20and%20Flowing%20Daydreams.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Ebb%20and%20Flowing%20Daydreams.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebb and Flowing Daydreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean is full of waves,&lt;br /&gt;Moving just to and fro;&lt;br /&gt;My longings and my craves,&lt;br /&gt;Moved there from long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in summer light,&lt;br /&gt;And the new day in each heart;&lt;br /&gt;The onset billow flight,&lt;br /&gt;That from a shore will start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the other side of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;There is daydreaming going on;&lt;br /&gt;Playing what shall be shall be,&lt;br /&gt;Until all my dreams are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the water flowing,&lt;br /&gt;On to the other side and shore;&lt;br /&gt;The same way the wind is going,&lt;br /&gt;Until it in my heart is no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is being so mournful,&lt;br /&gt;For all the dreams still to come;&lt;br /&gt;Me to the ocean they pull,&lt;br /&gt;And make me full of delirium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold is the night in moonshine,&lt;br /&gt;All is of longings it seems;&lt;br /&gt;Fate will each morning entwine,&lt;br /&gt;The ebb and flowing daydreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10897170-110874470516851834?l=to-oscar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/feeds/110874470516851834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10897170&amp;postID=110874470516851834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default/110874470516851834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default/110874470516851834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/2005/02/ebb-and-flowing-daydreams.html' title='Ebb and Flowing Daydreams'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897170.post-110874379294090344</id><published>2005-02-18T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T08:24:28.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail on to Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Sail%20on%20to%20Your%20Dreams.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Sail%20on%20to%20Your%20Dreams.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail on to Your Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are there to shine on,&lt;br /&gt;Flow their light into the night;&lt;br /&gt;For all is dream and then its gone,&lt;br /&gt;When the day starts up bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feel the same just like this,&lt;br /&gt;When evening comes in twilight;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make a wish a truthful wish,&lt;br /&gt;Within all your daydreams flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail on into the space of dark,&lt;br /&gt;Where real dreams are always true;&lt;br /&gt;There let the twinkling stars spark,&lt;br /&gt;Until the dawn comes again new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a child still in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;With everything to be wishful for;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams floating small distance apart,&lt;br /&gt;Until your day boat comes ashore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be what you want to be in the dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Realities are never always the best;&lt;br /&gt;Out with the moon and stars it seems,&lt;br /&gt;That no one will ever be unimpressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make a wish a truthful wish,&lt;br /&gt;Within all your daydreams flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail on into the space of dark,&lt;br /&gt;Where real dreams are always true;&lt;br /&gt;There let the twinkling stars spark,&lt;br /&gt;Until the dawn comes again new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a child still in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;With everything to be wishful for;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams floating small distance apart,&lt;br /&gt;Until your day boat comes ashore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail on to your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Sail on to your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Sail on to your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Sail on,&lt;br /&gt;Sail on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10897170-110874379294090344?l=to-oscar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/feeds/110874379294090344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10897170&amp;postID=110874379294090344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default/110874379294090344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default/110874379294090344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/2005/02/sail-on-to-your-dreams.html' title='Sail on to Your Dreams'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897170.post-110874224576941859</id><published>2005-02-18T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T07:58:59.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See The Road Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/See%20The%20Road%20Ahead.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/See%20The%20Road%20Ahead.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See The Road Ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like times and memories,&lt;br /&gt;All things must fall or rust;&lt;br /&gt;Our way and our abilities,&lt;br /&gt;To fate we all must intrust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay otherwise not known,&lt;br /&gt;For all life moves here on;&lt;br /&gt;Each separate road's alone,&lt;br /&gt;Self searching phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry your fire from inside,&lt;br /&gt;Which follows the days ahead;&lt;br /&gt;Your existence will coincide,&lt;br /&gt;From what in the future's read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night is the gown of life,&lt;br /&gt;Where day from sleep shall rise;&lt;br /&gt;Weaving all hope and strife,&lt;br /&gt;Within the time that flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10897170-110874224576941859?l=to-oscar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/feeds/110874224576941859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10897170&amp;postID=110874224576941859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default/110874224576941859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default/110874224576941859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/2005/02/see-road-ahead.html' title='See The Road Ahead'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897170.post-110874192883974439</id><published>2005-02-18T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T07:54:40.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway for My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Anyway%20for%20My%20Love.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Anyway%20for%20My%20Love.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O here we go then again,&lt;br /&gt;With this problematic story;&lt;br /&gt;Outside there is still rain,&lt;br /&gt;It looks like the world all sorry.&lt;br /&gt;What to do or say,&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody know;&lt;br /&gt;This or that - it's okay,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little more snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shorter it takes to be secure,&lt;br /&gt;The better it is for the days to come,&lt;br /&gt;Why be alarm when you can be assure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get lose, get lose,&lt;br /&gt;Turning your fate around;&lt;br /&gt;Get lose, get lose,&lt;br /&gt;Make ways and expound;&lt;br /&gt;Get lose, get lose,&lt;br /&gt;Anything can be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be smart in your wording,&lt;br /&gt;These days are with flirting and coming in love;&lt;br /&gt;All is in the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;And the blue sky set line,&lt;br /&gt;That passes me above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days are in feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Inside the heart ceilings,&lt;br /&gt;That brings out love's peelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get lose, get lose,&lt;br /&gt;This is what its all about;&lt;br /&gt;Get lose, get lose,&lt;br /&gt;Take away winter's doubt;&lt;br /&gt;Get lose, get lose,&lt;br /&gt;Dance your way to breakout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get lose, get lose,&lt;br /&gt;Into heights and clouds;&lt;br /&gt;Get lose, get lose,&lt;br /&gt;From where it enshrouds;&lt;br /&gt;Get lose, get lose,&lt;br /&gt;Over doubting crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes anyway for my love,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my love, for my love,&lt;br /&gt;For my love, for my love,&lt;br /&gt;For my love, for my love,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get lose, get lose,&lt;br /&gt;Try to be much lighter;&lt;br /&gt;Get lose, get lose,&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the world's brighter;&lt;br /&gt;Get lose, get lose,&lt;br /&gt;If you are a real fighter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love, for all love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10897170-110874192883974439?l=to-oscar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/feeds/110874192883974439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10897170&amp;postID=110874192883974439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default/110874192883974439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default/110874192883974439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/2005/02/anyway-for-my-love.html' title='Anyway for My Love'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897170.post-110867399735274160</id><published>2005-02-17T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T13:03:20.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Should Be Drifting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Nothing%20Should%20Be%20Drifting.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Nothing%20Should%20Be%20Drifting.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Should Be Drifting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is here to be for it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;And all the time I had will go away;&lt;br /&gt;There is no denying or even defying,&lt;br /&gt;For time will come soon another day.&lt;br /&gt;Take my burden for the sun comes up,&lt;br /&gt;We should be here for each other only;&lt;br /&gt;All things are set up much to serious,&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling proud but likewise lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should be drifting, &lt;br /&gt;Good times bring them from strain;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should be drifting,&lt;br /&gt;No things must start in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should be shifting,&lt;br /&gt;Good times bring them - be fain,&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like an ongoing lost road,&lt;br /&gt;With to and fro driving to your heart;&lt;br /&gt;Some are quite easy others queasy,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when or where to start.&lt;br /&gt;All is in the planing and the game,&lt;br /&gt;Counting on the feelings that are there;&lt;br /&gt;Just bring everything a little closer,&lt;br /&gt;And I will be in the right atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should be drifting, &lt;br /&gt;Good times bring them from strain;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should be drifting,&lt;br /&gt;No things must start in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should be shifting,&lt;br /&gt;Good times bring them - be fain,&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a moment in space,&lt;br /&gt;That brings two close as one;&lt;br /&gt;Let it now be turning its ways,&lt;br /&gt;So we can have some more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should be drifting, &lt;br /&gt;Good times bring them from strain;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should be drifting,&lt;br /&gt;No things must start in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should be shifting,&lt;br /&gt;Good times bring them - be fain,&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10897170-110867399735274160?l=to-oscar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/feeds/110867399735274160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10897170&amp;postID=110867399735274160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default/110867399735274160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default/110867399735274160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-should-be-drifting.html' title='Nothing Should Be Drifting'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897170.post-110864778651833670</id><published>2005-02-17T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T05:51:18.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Emptiness Inside Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/There%20is%20Emptiness%20Inside%20Me.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/There%20is%20Emptiness%20Inside%20Me.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Emptiness Inside Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is emptiness inside me,&lt;br /&gt;From the days that have gone by;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever feel or see,&lt;br /&gt;What makes summer hours high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is all this going now,&lt;br /&gt;That I feel just slipping away;&lt;br /&gt;What lies further down the row,&lt;br /&gt;In the coming of next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt the inside pain,&lt;br /&gt;For being all on my own;&lt;br /&gt;Now I search through streets in vain,&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be more alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the laugh I had and cry,&lt;br /&gt;Have made my thoughts more serve;&lt;br /&gt;I can't ask the reason why,&lt;br /&gt;Only wondered and be aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is emptiness inside me,&lt;br /&gt;All my longings are around;&lt;br /&gt;When will I be from them free,&lt;br /&gt;Where is love again to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a reason to go on,&lt;br /&gt;With all this loneliness inside;&lt;br /&gt;Where have brighter reasons gone,&lt;br /&gt;Why has gladness been denied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10897170-110864778651833670?l=to-oscar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/feeds/110864778651833670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10897170&amp;postID=110864778651833670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default/110864778651833670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897170/posts/default/110864778651833670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://to-oscar.blogspot.com/2005/02/there-is-emptiness-inside-me.html' title='There is Emptiness Inside Me'/><author><name>Peter S. 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