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type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>Words and slurs, bouts and no's&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm right, for the one who knows&lt;br /&gt;Anger rises, the tension never slows&lt;br /&gt;Through this dark I know you love me so&lt;br /&gt;Five-tailed fox, through your patience my spirit grows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-2242219770115444420?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/2242219770115444420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=2242219770115444420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2242219770115444420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2242219770115444420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2012/01/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-7015803489928830358</id><published>2012-01-04T17:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T17:33:07.714-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Half</title><content type='html'>~  a    h a i k u  ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many do not know&lt;br /&gt;Even I confused what's so&lt;br /&gt;I am two of one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-7015803489928830358?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/7015803489928830358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=7015803489928830358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7015803489928830358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7015803489928830358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2012/01/half.html' title='Half'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-6865038717989190261</id><published>2012-01-04T16:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T17:24:05.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Emoby</title><content type='html'>Cut me open, I will bleed it&lt;br /&gt;Take my air even, I don't need shit&lt;br /&gt;Dissect my mind, it'll be there&lt;br /&gt;My set of hands, not the flesh filled pair&lt;br /&gt;But the ones that carry my soul, the spirit of this world&lt;br /&gt;It beats as one with the rhythm, a continental swirl&lt;br /&gt;Palette of happiness, rainbow of pain&lt;br /&gt;Paint my impression, leave my canvas stained&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-6865038717989190261?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/6865038717989190261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=6865038717989190261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6865038717989190261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6865038717989190261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2012/01/emoby.html' title='Emoby'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1329589989114832023</id><published>2012-01-04T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:11:41.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Ocean of Hurt</title><content type='html'>Waves crash time and again along the shores&lt;br /&gt;My heart still mimics the waves of these seas&lt;br /&gt;Though they're not your typical Atlantic or Pacific&lt;br /&gt;You sank to the bottom that night&lt;br /&gt;Like a bottle filled with treasure&lt;br /&gt;You left me with something priceless before parting&lt;br /&gt;These hands, able to rebuild any washed up ship&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder almost every day&lt;br /&gt;Through my thoughts, my tears, just if you're ok&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're proud of me, I still use these hands&lt;br /&gt;Use them to rebuild not only a ship, but an ark&lt;br /&gt;One that will carry a light big enough to reach you&lt;br /&gt;My father, I am your lost son&lt;br /&gt;Will my cries fill up the ocean soon?&lt;br /&gt;I need it to travel towards you&lt;br /&gt;To say my thanks, my goodbye, my see you soons&lt;br /&gt;My Captain, I am ready&lt;br /&gt;To take the helm and lead the way&lt;br /&gt;Once Guardian, now Envoy&lt;br /&gt;God speed&lt;br /&gt;Father&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-1329589989114832023?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-833484190713849768</id><published>2012-01-04T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T12:45:13.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Summon</title><content type='html'>Thought you were no good, perhaps I was right&lt;br /&gt;Your disdain eclipsed my abundance of light&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I struggle still with the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because without you I cannot sustain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I banished you, back to the abyss&lt;br /&gt;Saw it as just in performing this&lt;br /&gt;The one who gave his sight and speech&lt;br /&gt;Gifts thrown away from what I beseech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come now, you are free from my prison&lt;br /&gt;I fear you no more, I have no reason&lt;br /&gt;You were once my greatest nightmare&lt;br /&gt;My mirror, the one for I should've cared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-833484190713849768?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/833484190713849768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=833484190713849768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/833484190713849768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/833484190713849768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2012/01/summon.html' title='Summon'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-3993648417157195332</id><published>2011-12-29T15:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:24:00.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dream Note 2012'/><title type='text'>My Dream Note 2012</title><content type='html'>2011 certainly was my year! From successfully helming my first showcased art show to falling in love with who I know is my soul mate, it's been beyond blessed. During this year, I became the youngest Manager in the history of the company I work for, Dramatics NYC and won the 'Manager of the Year' award! I've grown from that position and have a refined appreciation for responsibility and leadership. I've moved away from home and started a family of my own alongside my partner, Yumii. I was given the opportunity to love and be loved again and have decided never to believe otherwise. Not much of a square as I used to be, I've learned to loosen up a bit. My biggest fault that I need to further work on is my temper and my insecurity. Though it's diminished for the better, I still have a ways to go. My resolution for 2012 is focusing on the solution, not the problem. Also, understanding that a prayer is answered with the opportunity to fulfill its reality, not its automatic completion. Life is a journey, one to experience in your becoming. Here's to 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Helm the greatest art show ever put out alongside my team.&lt;br /&gt;- Better myself as a good partner to my love.&lt;br /&gt;- Continue to grow alongside my partner.&lt;br /&gt;- Spend more time with my step son.&lt;br /&gt;- Reconnect with friends and family I haven't seen in a while.&lt;br /&gt;- Take the relationship my partner and I have to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;- Expand the family my partner and I have.&lt;br /&gt;- Save $5000&lt;br /&gt;- Continue to follow my personal legend and  strengthen it as my source for a living.&lt;br /&gt;- Become an artistic vigilante.&lt;br /&gt;- Get a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;- Experience being a freelance artist.&lt;br /&gt;- Take an art class, maybe back at F.I.T.&lt;br /&gt;- Continue to expand on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt; series.&lt;br /&gt;- Give gratitude towards all forces that have helped and loved me, even towards those that haven't and reconcile.&lt;br /&gt;- Confront and balance the deepest side of myself that needs reflection and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;- Face and fulfill my destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-3993648417157195332?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/3993648417157195332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=3993648417157195332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3993648417157195332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3993648417157195332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-dream-note-2012.html' title='My Dream Note 2012'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-7208265046345293027</id><published>2011-12-29T14:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:05:25.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 3 Songs of 2011'/><title type='text'>1: Ain't No Grave, by Johnny Cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#1: Ain't No Grave, by Johnny Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/66QcIlblI1U" allowfullscreen="" width="520" frameborder="0" height="275"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a number one song for me? The amount of times I listen to it, the impact it has on me and a special quality it has that no other song contains. 'Ain't No Grave' has reminded me time and again this past year the strength I have to go on in life, past all adversities. I've had it play innumerable times on my ipod, each time sounding as fresh as the last. As for its unique quality, only Johnny Cash puts it best with this legendary song, "Gabriel don't you sound your trumpet until you hear from me.." It's served as my parting song and inspiration for 2012 when I myself must rise beyond fear and embrace life more than ever. The grave didn't hold Johnny down, nor did his song, here at the top. Number One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in 2012, peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till then, continue to enjoy music, let it serve you in a positive way and by all means, feel free to share your personal favorites with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love, all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-7208265046345293027?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/7208265046345293027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=7208265046345293027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7208265046345293027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7208265046345293027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-aint-no-grave-by-johnny-cash.html' title='1: Ain&apos;t No Grave, by Johnny Cash'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/66QcIlblI1U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1429199020291460052</id><published>2011-12-29T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:23:00.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 3 Songs of 2011'/><title type='text'>2: Scene Six: Home, by Dream Theater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#2: Scene Six: Home, by Dream Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ad_chktqWLo" allowfullscreen="" width="520" frameborder="0" height="275"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me to check these guys out. He's always spot on, especially with this song. It's a long one, over 12 minutes, but it doesn't drag in the least bit. The way the song flows is like a trip on its own. And what a trip it is! The best part of this whole album is that it's a story being told through all the songs. Brilliant. Difficult to do, so it earns admiration points. I also love the Arabic instrumental in the beginning while the tempo starts to rise. Sweet song. Heh.. and there's a woman moaning in it. 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Here to share my personal top 3 songs for 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Last year I had a lot of fun doing it and felt it's a good way to get some unheard music out to the audience to sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's get right to it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Progenies of the Great Apocalypse, by Dimmu Borgir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OnLzyok0Tlc" allowfullscreen="" width="520" frameborder="0" height="275"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A balanced band coupled with metal, great instrumentals and some epic vocals.  The video is amazing in terms of its stylized influence on just about everything. From the 'end times' background, to the demonic-like costumes all the way to the hell infused instruments, the details are a guilty pleasure. This is the type of song that makes you want to go out and do something big, out of the ordinary. And hey, while you're at it, why not bring your eyeliner and chains with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-4883104476851835573?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/4883104476851835573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=4883104476851835573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4883104476851835573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4883104476851835573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-progenies-of-great-apocalypse-by.html' title='3: Progenies of the Great Apocalypse, by Dimmu Borgir'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OnLzyok0Tlc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-180625403880960320</id><published>2011-11-25T14:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:34:50.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving V.2.011</title><content type='html'>1st Thanksgiving in 2 yrs I've been happy&lt;br /&gt;Food upon food, devoured and left over&lt;br /&gt;Baked my first pumpkin pie, successfully delicious&lt;br /&gt;Marble cake however, pretty atrocious&lt;br /&gt;Laser bottle openers,  cadavers on camera&lt;br /&gt;Little Phoenix watching Yo Gabba Gabba&lt;br /&gt;Mama came over, missed her much&lt;br /&gt;Family from both ends, religious politics&lt;br /&gt;Youtubing alien encounters, tuxedo pajamas&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkins are packed, jingle bells a ringin'&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get you that red coat while we wine and dine&lt;br /&gt;Saving for that ring 'cuz I'm yours and your mine&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs, smile and frowns&lt;br /&gt;All drowned by kisses and coquito &lt;br /&gt;The holidays are holy indeed just because&lt;br /&gt;This thing called life is love, it will overcome&lt;br /&gt;We'll grow like that pie we popped in the oven&lt;br /&gt;And damn girl it'll be sweet, baked for true lovin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-180625403880960320?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/180625403880960320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=180625403880960320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/180625403880960320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/180625403880960320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-v2011.html' title='Thanksgiving V.2.011'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-166797041945420028</id><published>2011-07-30T12:09:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T13:34:12.601-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>Please See Us Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjPOz8EaW80/TjQ9yAb_MHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DqkUZgw72PQ/s1600/sun%2Bin%2Bhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjPOz8EaW80/TjQ9yAb_MHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DqkUZgw72PQ/s400/sun%2Bin%2Bhands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635196963067474034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To open my eyes to yours,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your flesh next to mine,&lt;br /&gt;Every sunrise a smile, every sunset a release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and nights passed, but we remained constant&lt;br /&gt;Through Hell we emerged, made way to the dream&lt;br /&gt;Surfaced to a new world, one of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaten and torn we looked up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Bloodied eyes, streaming sorrow and joy&lt;br /&gt;We fought long and hard just to be united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each fighting off the monsters along the way&lt;br /&gt;To find each other, embrace and say,&lt;br /&gt;"I am yours, you are mine. Let us be Love at last"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than what meets the eye&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is simpler than the mind makes out&lt;br /&gt;We involve too much but sometimes give too little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one thing to defeat outside monsters&lt;br /&gt;The true challenge is confronting inner demons&lt;br /&gt;Their names are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are coupled with their offspring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Insult&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Insecurity&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Judgment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far more advanced than we may be aware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through their tactics does hurt spread&lt;br /&gt;Name calling, putting one down, speaking untruths,&lt;br /&gt;Affecting your other with negativity, drawing in to a void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A destructive cycle stemmed from a lack of understanding&lt;br /&gt;We look to the past and compare our Present&lt;br /&gt;This is where we lose our Gift, our only Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what is now ash is to be released, not clung to&lt;br /&gt;Try to hold sand in your fist, see what happens&lt;br /&gt;Decay is to be forgotten, we are here to forge ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel unequal, insulted, mistreated&lt;br /&gt;Would such action ever fall under our Sun?&lt;br /&gt;Why dear have we forgotten our loving ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we forget the dream of dreams?&lt;br /&gt;What reason is equal in worth to blaspheme our beloved?&lt;br /&gt;It is our inner disease, evolved throughout habits of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could True Love prevail and fade our illusion?&lt;br /&gt;Shall we give in and allow fear to win? To become us?&lt;br /&gt;Or shall we choose to remember what we were, not what we've become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true stem of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What We Are&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;It is said that in order to become you must realize to simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is not real, it is just a part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Only Truth There Is&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;lt;*3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For without Fear, Love could not know itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God/ Love/ Life (the many names you have), be here with us now in our time of darkness and struggle. Shine upon us wisdom, forgiveness and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for the strength and patience to be there for those I love, and for myself in life. I ask for peace, the knowledge of safety and better communication for my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-166797041945420028?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/166797041945420028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=166797041945420028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/166797041945420028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/166797041945420028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/07/please-see-us-through.html' title='Please See Us Through'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjPOz8EaW80/TjQ9yAb_MHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DqkUZgw72PQ/s72-c/sun%2Bin%2Bhands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-5097132247290787633</id><published>2011-07-12T22:52:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T01:00:58.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trend Gallery-- July 21, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="315" height="209"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XZpARrjmE8U?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XZpARrjmE8U?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="315" height="209"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot and edited by Magid Metwaly. 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href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/07/trend-gallery.html' title='Trend Gallery-- July 21, 2011'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1229356644279909498</id><published>2011-05-30T00:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:58:23.225-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Searched and searched, for the soul&lt;br /&gt;The flame which would reflect my whole&lt;br /&gt;You are here now with me, confronted&lt;br /&gt;All that they call odds against us, unwanted&lt;br /&gt;Yet how shall we precede?&lt;br /&gt;Will we allow our hearts to recede?&lt;br /&gt;Are you brave enough to go deep down&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means your fears to drown?&lt;br /&gt;Fear not death, my love.. for it is not deletion&lt;br /&gt;Combust with me to ashes, and see true completion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-1229356644279909498?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/1229356644279909498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=1229356644279909498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1229356644279909498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Misunderstood, your misclaim&lt;br /&gt;To think you are the reason for my disdain&lt;br /&gt;My lack of pursuit of my own passion&lt;br /&gt;Is my fault alone, please settle your reaction&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been pure and always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;My intentions true to you as it beats still&lt;br /&gt;Yet do not confuse what I must do&lt;br /&gt;To rebirth myself and to stay true&lt;br /&gt;To the depths of the Nether I must revisit&lt;br /&gt;A new level for this Sun will be ever exquisite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-2260474553377372010?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-8701342873576492909</id><published>2011-05-29T14:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:53:53.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Ultima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1cL0Vitguc/TeKVpSXV5oI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TCvJVz2WIbo/s1600/Our_Flame_by_accidentalfaith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1cL0Vitguc/TeKVpSXV5oI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TCvJVz2WIbo/s400/Our_Flame_by_accidentalfaith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612212622193976962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crossroads beseech my visage&lt;br /&gt;Intertwining a departed lineage&lt;br /&gt;Twin lights harbored by them&lt;br /&gt;Souls that have danced time and again&lt;br /&gt;Drawn by our dreams and visions&lt;br /&gt;Scared by our demons and their previsions&lt;br /&gt;I pass the spirits that haunt my mind&lt;br /&gt;The spiders, they leave their venom behind&lt;br /&gt;Forces that blind our fury and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;We are faced with the phoenix, no time left to borrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-8701342873576492909?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/8701342873576492909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1cL0Vitguc/TeKVpSXV5oI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TCvJVz2WIbo/s72-c/Our_Flame_by_accidentalfaith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-2453602394687632663</id><published>2011-04-04T12:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:11:57.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Chronicles of a Curator'/><title type='text'>Ch.9: Editing</title><content type='html'>With all three HNM episodes shot, it was now time for the editing process.&lt;br /&gt;I met with Irwin each week and worked with him on finalizing what I wanted out of the film.&lt;br /&gt;He was very patient and considerate. Very detail oriented and listened to every little thing I felt needed to be tweaked. He put his professional input and overall was so awesome about it all. I know I can be a bit anal when it comes to certain things (the blessing and curse of the artist), but he understood. Thank you for that, Irwin. You are a true professional. That alone will take you far in life, good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the voice over as the narrator of the film (lol). If you would've heard it without the audio alteration, you'd either laugh your ass off or shake your head in shame at my awful English accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recorded the audio voice over and placed it in segments fitting the scene appropriately. We then added music. It really started to come to alive with the music. It was an intriguing thing to witness. The characters and story was coming to life. Irwin added filters and finally rendered it all. It took about a day to complete each video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We uploaded them on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HNM&lt;/span&gt; Youtube channel and it was a wrap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-2453602394687632663?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/2453602394687632663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=2453602394687632663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2453602394687632663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2453602394687632663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/04/ch9-editing.html' title='Ch.9: Editing'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-4653313996042967565</id><published>2011-04-04T11:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:23:12.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Chronicles of a Curator'/><title type='text'>Ch.8: Production</title><content type='html'>With three curators now established, much more work was getting done. This gave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;leeway&lt;/span&gt;  to focus more for the time being on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HNM&lt;/span&gt; film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had written the script and supply list of what was needed (props, wardrobe, etc). Alex had reviewed them over and over. He helped me so much in condensing what was needed. He showed me how to cut out what wasn't needed, how to organize things, how to write more efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;I also learned from him not to drag a paragraph into a million lines lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, the HNM story was to be shot into 7 separate parts. Irwin and Alex condensed that for me into 3. Big difference. More to the point. I learned not to let things drag. People might lose interest in the way you present the film. It's not like this was a mini-series online alone. This was to be re-aired at the gallery, leading to the finale scene. 7 parts is just way too long. They dodged me a bullet there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, shooting the film was some of the fondest memories I'll ever have as a keepsake. It was so cool to know that my largest thought that I'd been meditating on for a year now was coming alive right before my eyes. I remember the beautiful weather, shooting in Central Park. The scenery, the ambiance, the way the wind felt as the autumn leaves chimed. Truly a moment etched in my eternal D.N.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our technical difficulties of course, but for the most part we got through it thanks to Alex and Irwin. Looking back, we did a lot. I can't describe how good it felt to be a part of their world of filming. Filming is an art above and beyond what one may realize. I know I couldn't fully appreciate until that day. You guys are great! You extracted a story, a belief, a dream from deep within me and manifested it into a creative product I'll always have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last scene of the movie is the gem of the project. It is the reveal of Sun and his identity. I had made it that it was a mystery as to who Sun, Guardian of Heaven was. Though I may have made it quite obvious that it was me (lol), nevertheless I thought it an interesting twist. You see, the winner of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HNM&lt;/span&gt; contest would face Sun the night of the gallery. He being the elusive 11th artist. The last scene is shot that Sun is about to uncloak himself.. then the room goes dark in the gallery and I appear in costume. I uncloak live and reveal that I indeed am Sun as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reveal is a whole chapter in its own.&lt;br /&gt;In summary, I can't thank Alex and Irwin enough for bringing about this dream of mine. I am in eternal gratitude and will do the same for you both so long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-4653313996042967565?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/4653313996042967565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=4653313996042967565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4653313996042967565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4653313996042967565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/04/ch8-production.html' title='Ch.8: Production'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-4629954321301558900</id><published>2011-04-04T00:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:34:02.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Chronicles of a Curator'/><title type='text'>Ch.7: Trifecta</title><content type='html'>Casandra, Entry 06.&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Nancy had told me about her. How she had wanted to help with the gallery. It had been her dream to curate an art gallery. I couldn't turn down helping someone accomplish their dream. She and I after much conflict in our schedules finally met up. I'd told her my idea. She loved it. She was amped and ready to go! I was more than happy and relieved to get support. A partner to help me sew this dream into a physical realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I made a list of what we needed, places to visit, deadlines to meet. I had let her in on the current methods of promotion Alex and I had already established. I was doing my best now to guide her and strengthen her as a leader. To give example while balancing stepping back and allowing her to grow on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long until Alex had wanted in as well. How could I turn down my best friend and eternal partner of the arts to not lead alongside me? He had done so much already in many departments of the show. He had earned the title of 'Curator' above and beyond already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That title had now evolved. With Casandra and Alex as Co-Curators, I would lead as Head- Curator and form this unique and awesome entity into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven No More.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term 'unstoppable' came into my heart as I witnessed the birth of this union. Something truly remarkable and rare. I'll never forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-4629954321301558900?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/4629954321301558900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=4629954321301558900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4629954321301558900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4629954321301558900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/04/ch7-trifecta.html' title='Ch.7: Trifecta'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-8503373742856222725</id><published>2011-04-03T23:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:18:05.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Chronicles of a Curator'/><title type='text'>Ch.6: Expanding</title><content type='html'>Three established as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HNM&lt;/span&gt; team.&lt;br /&gt;I as Curator. Irwin and Alex as head of filming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to recruit artists for the show now. I had wanted 10 artists total. Figured it's a nice, perfect number. Solid. Quite a task to collect, but nevertheless this whole show was no walk in the park. I and Alex had some people in mind. Friends of ours that we knew from art school. Alex also was involved in the rising community of artists. I regret to say that I at that time (perhaps even to this day) am not that adept at socializing and keeping touch with an array of artists. I don't know if it's an intimacy of quality over quantity I seek.. or if I just have an oblivious complex to me. Who knows.. and who cares. Onward with the chapter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 2 entries (I and Alex). Our friends from F.I.T. Danny and Nancy were in as well! This was shaping up to be quite an awesome reunion for us, to finally co-display in a show of our own! A co-worker of mine had shown interest as well. I gladly welcomed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy had suggested a friend of hers to be involved as well.&lt;br /&gt;Casandra.. Entry o6. She who would become Co-Curator as well as rise to her destiny as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HNM's&lt;/span&gt; Champion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-8503373742856222725?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/8503373742856222725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=8503373742856222725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8503373742856222725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8503373742856222725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/04/ch6-expanding.html' title='Ch.6: Expanding'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-7148980138640487757</id><published>2011-04-03T23:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:53:15.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Chronicles of a Curator'/><title type='text'>Ch.5: The Team</title><content type='html'>Behind every leader, there are his people. Those close to him/her that support and help alongside as one. I knew in my heart a dream of this multitude I could not do alone. I never expected it to blossom to such magnitude, but I'm so very grateful for it. You all may never know just how much it all meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd envisioned the story of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven No More&lt;/span&gt; to be promoted through a short film. This was to be shown online as a sort of preview, leading up to the conclusion at the actual show. The film dealt with the story of Sun and Void, the representatives of Heaven and Hell. Its star though was Journey, Herald of Heaven.. apprentice to Sun (played by Irwin Rojas). Journey is recalling his past lives with Sun in the present day. He has nightmares and visions regarding all that came to pass that lead to Sun's disappearance. Journey discovers his ancient identity and finds meaning along the way through his search for Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Irwin, Alex and I filmed a short conceptual film for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven At Last&lt;/span&gt; gallery. It was very short, not much focus placed on it. We did it really quick, rushed and sorta in the air. Looking back we laugh at it. We clearly didn't take it that seriously enough knowingly. Comparing it to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven No More&lt;/span&gt; video now it is a vast improvement. It actually has a story line, character recognition, sequencing and clear effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way you can say.. muuuch has passed.. (inside joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year, Alex had evolved his abilities in filming, editing and producing film. I was so impressed and in awe of how much he had come through with his passion. He, alongside with Irwin were in charge of the filming portion for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HNM&lt;/span&gt; video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I as Curator, alongside with Alex and Irwin would bring my story to the next level and the dream of the show one step closer to its birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-7148980138640487757?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/7148980138640487757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=7148980138640487757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7148980138640487757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7148980138640487757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/04/ch5-team.html' title='Ch.5: The Team'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-3966800911001920609</id><published>2011-04-03T22:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:30:49.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Chronicles of a Curator'/><title type='text'>Ch.4: Building Blocks</title><content type='html'>Heaven and Hell to be interpreted through an art gallery. The rise and fall one experiences in life. To summarize.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain.&lt;/span&gt; Pain would be the centralized theme of the show. What was the meaning of pain portrayed by each artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I tie this all together? Where would each gear go to make this creation one that functions in reality? Like anything built, you must start from the foundation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Structure&lt;br /&gt;2. Concept&lt;br /&gt;3. Theme&lt;br /&gt;4. Material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Structure: I devised the show to be an interactive art gallery. Having been in a number of galleries in my young career, I had always felt they lacked something. I had envisioned each guest to be able to partake in the artist's product. To feel a deeper, more intimate connection. Imagine being able to somehow be a reason to making that art come alive. That was a key ingredient I needed to raise the standard of the gallery. Then I decided to make it into a contest. Make it interesting, seeing each artist pit its very best and display alongside one another in a friendly competition. Providing an element of excitement to the audience and to the participants. Striving towards something. An honor, an achievement, a recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Concept: Focus is essential and a huge guide in attracting guests as well as keeping them. If they can clearly recognize what it is you are expressing and it is of deep interest to them, then you have succeeded tremendously. For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven No More&lt;/span&gt;, it was pain. Everyone has surely experienced pain at one point in their lives. A memorable pain. One of quality, as I call it. This show was about exploring the subtle beauty behind that pain and how it is often overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Theme: Heaven and Hell, the two ancient counterparts since the dawn of time. The yin and yang, good and evil, light and dark of reality. I chose this as the sleeve to encompass the gallery's style. The whole feel of a 'legend' that has survived throughout histories and lifetimes. Truly epic in my opinion. That, was my vision: epic. Each of the artists (10 in total) were fit into the main story of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven No More&lt;/span&gt;, while allowing their individuality to shine through as an entity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Material: This meant having funds, a place to hold the show, tools to promote/ campaign, as well as art supplies of course! Without any physical substance, your dream remains a lovely concept to be thought of only and dreamt about. Like having the ingredients to make a cake, you must have your resources ready and able. This included my fine team which helped me tremendously! Thanks again, you guys! Next chapters are about you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Like the four corners of the Earth, these four tools will serve as your compass to guiding your dream home. Home to a reality filled with your own personal legend. The possibilities with this recipe truly are endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-3966800911001920609?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/3966800911001920609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=3966800911001920609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3966800911001920609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3966800911001920609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/04/ch4-building-blocks.html' title='Ch.4: Building Blocks'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-8860691961505460376</id><published>2011-04-03T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:33:40.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Anthem</title><content type='html'>Cannot contain&lt;br /&gt;What is beyond pain&lt;br /&gt;Other worldly&lt;br /&gt;They do not see&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken chant&lt;br /&gt;Silenced rant&lt;br /&gt;No use&lt;br /&gt;For this abuse&lt;br /&gt;Value is denounced&lt;br /&gt;My arrival announced&lt;br /&gt;Behold, oh Sun&lt;br /&gt;More than one&lt;br /&gt;I am you.. undone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-8860691961505460376?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/8860691961505460376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=8860691961505460376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8860691961505460376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8860691961505460376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/04/anthem.html' title='Anthem'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1614494901824214912</id><published>2011-03-08T19:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:57:52.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Chronicles of a Curator'/><title type='text'>Ch.3: What of Hell?</title><content type='html'>Heaven was established as my eternal wish of seeking and upholding love.&lt;br /&gt;Now, what of Hell, its counterpart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Summer, when I first delved into the parable of the gallery's concept, it involved Alex and I.&lt;br /&gt;The original back story dealt with these master creators who had ascended to a level beyond that of a human. The first being the architect of Heaven (my character). I had the story set that the next championed creator had reached his pinnacle and wished to challenge the prior master. This character was modeled after Alex. He originally was called The Guardian of Earth. Alex then came to me and said, "Ramon.. Guardian of Earth is bland. I should be the Guardian of Hell." And thus Sun, The Guardian of Heaven and Void, The Envoy of Hell were born.&lt;br /&gt;Though, back then I had not named them yet until The Heaven No More show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, the opposing complement to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;To almost all, Hell is what is considered "bad" or "evil".&lt;br /&gt;It is a place where your soul is damned forever for making a mistake in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Within religious beliefs there are certain mistakes that if committed put you in the category of being condemned to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that simply is not so. If you truly open your eyes and heart, you'd see that Hell is right here on Earth, or wherever you reside with it. Yes, Hell is self-created and inflicted. It is our fears and malfunctions unleashed without control or understanding upon ourselves and all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, the way I saw it was held and championed honorably by my friend, Alex Mercado.&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes and belief he exemplifies an exploration for those deep parts within ourselves that we deny. The fear, the hurt, the grievance, all that we as humans possess. Through his art I saw magnificent beauty and a dark brilliance which I admired since the day I met him.&lt;br /&gt;Alex has never given in to the judgments of others when creating. He never gave in to his own fears of exterior opinions and criticisms. He just goes on and on creating with honor and self-respect. Dignity, pride and utter love for his craft. In this, coupled with how he is as a wonderful person did I know my eternal friend and rival. Alex.. Void.. The Envoy of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell.. the evolution of one's craft as a being and creator. The embracing of imperfection through beauty and exploration of the soul's depth. Being true to who you are and who you want to be. Embracing pain.. embracing art..  in its entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this Alex, you've always been my role model. You've  helped me to explore and express my personal Hell and elevate its understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun and Void.. two ancient deities who had clashed long ago would join forces to bring forth their next creation upon this modern world..    a timeless legend engraved across the skies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-1614494901824214912?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/1614494901824214912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=1614494901824214912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1614494901824214912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1614494901824214912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/03/ch3-what-of-hell.html' title='Ch.3: What of Hell?'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-2862734138160719509</id><published>2011-03-08T18:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:08:55.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Chronicles of a Curator'/><title type='text'>Ch. 2: What is "Heaven No More"?</title><content type='html'>The idea was put out into the universe, setting the gears of creation into motion.&lt;br /&gt;What was it that I had wanted to build though? An art gallery? A themed show? What did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven No More&lt;/span&gt; mean exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven No More&lt;/span&gt; itself means just that.. Heaven is no more.&lt;br /&gt;What is Heaven? Why is it no more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven to many people means a lot of things. Mainly it is seen as a place in the sky filled with clouds, light and angels. This is the place your soul goes after you've physically passed. In this Heaven all is "perfect", filled with joy and never-ending happiness without reason. All who you've known go there and meet in the after-life to reconcile. Oh, but you have to be "good" in life, otherwise you'd be sent to Hell, its counterpart. Hell is a place of damnation and eternal suffering. A punishment for sinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. (yawn).. I'd hope by now everyone would have evolved past those ancient fear-based ideals and misinterpretations. Unfortunately, that gravely isn't the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another reason why I chose to relate this gallery to one of the biggest, if not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; biggest concept of truth: Heaven and Hell. I was determined to envision all my pains and trials as a human being thus far in my life and filter them through the polar ends of these two belief systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I guess I should point out what my belief is about Heaven and Hell and how it relates to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, Heaven is that one undeniable factor in us all that we strive for, live for and die for. It is our will, our very being, our essence. For me, personally, Heaven is a wish. The highest desire declared of what you are in the grandest sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish was.. that I would always be with those I loved and loved me so unconditionally.. forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a perfect world and life to me, its design flawless.. just to be with love.. always in all ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven was not needed to be found through some exterior false promise, but inside one's self.&lt;br /&gt;This is where truth and God resided.. inside all of us. The eternal wish.. to be fulfilled throughout the ages..  my Heaven at Last.. which became a Heaven No More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to summarize, what is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven No More&lt;/span&gt; you ask?&lt;br /&gt;The journey of the trials deep within this artist's being into finding himself.. as well as the reason to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; he lost himself and the love in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do so through the best way I knew how..&lt;br /&gt;a r t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-2862734138160719509?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/2862734138160719509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=2862734138160719509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2862734138160719509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2862734138160719509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/03/ch-2-what-is-heaven-no-more.html' title='Ch. 2: What is &quot;Heaven No More&quot;?'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-7245383874672213780</id><published>2011-03-07T21:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:02:41.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Are you?</title><content type='html'>I've been here before, time and again&lt;br /&gt;The moment of demise, the loss of zen&lt;br /&gt;Why God is there such a turmoil alive?&lt;br /&gt;The fear of it not existing, that for which I strive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that breathes&lt;br /&gt;That makes me utterly grieve&lt;br /&gt;For it not being real would mean&lt;br /&gt;It all goes to nothing, falls to the unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact the truth is, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; far worst than that&lt;br /&gt;For if this is not real, it is a direly grave stat&lt;br /&gt;It would mean all that simply is so&lt;br /&gt;Would fall to a fate far worst than a no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of this ultimate truth would birth&lt;br /&gt;The awakening of a reality, one that has no worth&lt;br /&gt;It is something emptier than an endless nothing&lt;br /&gt;An elegy that no soul can attempt to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in the proof that love is simply nought&lt;br /&gt;It triggers the cataclysm of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oblivion sought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-7245383874672213780?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/7245383874672213780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=7245383874672213780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7245383874672213780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7245383874672213780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you.html' title='Are you?'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-8299215827217913585</id><published>2011-03-01T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:39:31.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Chronicles of a Curator'/><title type='text'>Ch. 1: The Dream</title><content type='html'>I was about 4 years old, drawing the red ranger on the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;I looked up to my mom and said to her in Romanian, "I'm going to be an artist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years later, I not only stood true to my word but brought to life a long-term dream of mine called,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven No More&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the phone call to my friend, Irwin like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;"Irwin, I have this idea. I'm going to do it. I have to. It's the sequel to last year's gallery about rising to the top. This one's about the fall and about dealing with pain. Heaven At Last.. now Heaven No More."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was down to help. My friend Alex as well. This was it. The next few months which stemmed into a year was the building of the new gallery show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lay ahead was a journey full of challenges, hard work, dedication and reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as so much more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-8299215827217913585?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/8299215827217913585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=8299215827217913585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8299215827217913585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8299215827217913585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/03/ch-1-dream.html' title='Ch. 1: The Dream'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-5603828552819671473</id><published>2011-03-01T08:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T08:48:07.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>Constant</title><content type='html'>Certain days are bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Certain days are bland,&lt;br /&gt;While others are agonizing.&lt;br /&gt;The heart beats different beats for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;What stays constant in rhythm is the denominating factor.&lt;br /&gt;That rooted truth of who you are, who we all are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L o v e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaze on with the spirit of a thousand suns, Phoenix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-5603828552819671473?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/5603828552819671473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=5603828552819671473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5603828552819671473'/><link 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my feelings spread apart&lt;br /&gt;Rise again, Phoenix.. spirit of the Sun&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever, beyond infinity we are again one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-6806087412176446888?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/6806087412176446888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=6806087412176446888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6806087412176446888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6806087412176446888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/release.html' title='Release'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-7702649878748942435</id><published>2011-02-23T20:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:24:49.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dream Note 2011'/><title type='text'>My Dream Note 2011</title><content type='html'>I'm very happy to say that I fulfilled mostly everything on last year's Dream Note! I found it very helpful to plan out my many wishes and envision them clearly. Since it worked so well, here's to 2011! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- refine, reopen Sanctuary &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- practice Kung-Fu&lt;br /&gt;- purchase HD video camcorder, HD camera&lt;br /&gt;- purchase gaming computer&lt;br /&gt;- purchase Mac laptop&lt;br /&gt;- look into Twitter, Tumblr accounts&lt;br /&gt;- take art classes&lt;br /&gt;- learn how to dance&lt;br /&gt;- help others who helped me with my dreams achieve theirs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- plan new galleries &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- form art group &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- make art business card &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- earn money off of art &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- balance time and energy more efficiently&lt;br /&gt;- refine style.. clothes, hair, etc &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- design and get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;- write next chapters of HNM &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- work on illustration book for HNM&lt;br /&gt;- work on becoming published with writing and art &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- submit to art events/ publications&lt;br /&gt;- catch up on recommended movies not yet seen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- read even more books, new materials &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- create podcasts.. COV, poetry, art&lt;br /&gt;- sell art on street&lt;br /&gt;- save $10, 000&lt;br /&gt;- strengthen and enjoy love, realize its immortality every moment &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-7702649878748942435?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/7702649878748942435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=7702649878748942435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7702649878748942435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7702649878748942435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/goals-for-2011.html' title='My Dream Note 2011'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-606227096027659497</id><published>2011-02-23T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:20:07.593-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 49</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Who am I you ask again? Forgetful till the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I am all that I am, all that I gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I gave it all, I broke it when false, I broke it when true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I am the heart we shared, I am the soul that is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Through the embers and flame&lt;br /&gt;These two phoenix souls would reclaim&lt;br /&gt;The one thing we all live and die for&lt;br /&gt;A never-ending journey, keeping no score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The shards and sheets of the frozen heart&lt;br /&gt;The storms of empty sorrow setting us apart&lt;br /&gt;Cold and barren, a forgotten story&lt;br /&gt;Blinding you away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Depths of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unleveled&lt;/span&gt; compromise&lt;br /&gt;Oceans within, crying for demise&lt;br /&gt;The pressure of a thousand moons&lt;br /&gt;Relentless you ventured, denying their tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Worlds apart from the land of birth&lt;br /&gt;Still rooted upon the soils of our Earth&lt;br /&gt;Your will stayed firm and strong&lt;br /&gt;Surpassing designs of right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You've come far and near&lt;br /&gt;Equipped with love and fear&lt;br /&gt;I look upon your face and see&lt;br /&gt;Our love immortal, our legacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is my name again you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Ages passed since the start of our task&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart, for it is yours my Sun&lt;br /&gt;I am Oni, the soul seeking you since day one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-606227096027659497?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/606227096027659497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=606227096027659497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/606227096027659497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/606227096027659497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-49.html' title='Seed 49'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-4889673735837512121</id><published>2011-02-23T15:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:14:05.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 48</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Look to the mirror, the only one open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Look to the light through the dark, out and in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You seek your answer? Do you really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Then look to it at last, see that it is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Journeys and quests all alike&lt;br /&gt;I am the only one that strikes&lt;br /&gt;That spark inside of you&lt;br /&gt;The fire that burns true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Names and titles attached&lt;br /&gt;Different versions of the same catch&lt;br /&gt;I know you for who you are, my dear&lt;br /&gt;For the simple reason, I held you near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I know how you breathe deeply&lt;br /&gt;I feel how you reach for me&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you caressed my soul&lt;br /&gt;I know because my heart you stole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You are the thief that I love&lt;br /&gt;The angel that fell from above&lt;br /&gt;I care not so much of your story&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you are with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We have elaborated on our path&lt;br /&gt;We overcame the lies and their wrath&lt;br /&gt;Lost ourselves along the way&lt;br /&gt;Waiting without certainty for that one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I must ask, why have you waited?&lt;br /&gt;You have endured things I myself hated&lt;br /&gt;I was not a guarantee, perhaps imagined&lt;br /&gt;Yet here you are, our love rekindled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-4889673735837512121?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/4889673735837512121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=4889673735837512121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4889673735837512121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4889673735837512121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-48.html' title='Seed 48'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1226942673598443378</id><published>2011-02-23T15:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:50:55.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 47</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. You see me enveloped, covered by your own dismay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If you'd only believe, this cloak would be washed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If you could fathom that what served you then, weighs you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If you would see again, if you'd just allow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Perhaps through the new creation&lt;br /&gt;You'd find your salvation&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this would help your Earth&lt;br /&gt;Returning it to its worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. So much on your plate&lt;br /&gt;Layered by love and hate&lt;br /&gt;A mission dived deep&lt;br /&gt;An endless and tiring sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is no rest here&lt;br /&gt;Not when embracing your fear&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you have the tool&lt;br /&gt;Using it wisely, not being a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The canvas of your spirit&lt;br /&gt;Running wild without script&lt;br /&gt;Only here are you made whole&lt;br /&gt;Through creation you realize your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you must then do it&lt;br /&gt;Forget thought, memory and spirit&lt;br /&gt;Just go by what you know&lt;br /&gt;Be free, simply let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You know deep down&lt;br /&gt;Even though you drown&lt;br /&gt;What is true and divine&lt;br /&gt;It is yours my love, not mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-1226942673598443378?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/1226942673598443378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=1226942673598443378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1226942673598443378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1226942673598443378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-47.html' title='Seed 47'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-8225669328759268079</id><published>2011-02-23T15:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:19:53.466-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 46</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. To what do you owe your eyes, stranger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Have they guided you towards destiny or a grave danger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How do you choose to see me now? Real or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Am I your enemy or am I all that you've got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In dreams, tears and imagination&lt;br /&gt;I still hold on to your creation&lt;br /&gt;My breath, my beat, my will you are&lt;br /&gt;I sense you still, even so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It distorts me, this collision of worlds&lt;br /&gt;Lifetimes apart, realities swirled&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what is real&lt;br /&gt;Discerning what to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stories overlapped&lt;br /&gt;Existence trapped&lt;br /&gt;Feeling chained to a result&lt;br /&gt;Like belonging to a cult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. At first it was so great&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling of love turned to hate&lt;br /&gt;Not of you, but of the circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Everything falling by happenstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It is the worst to feel powerless&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for an illusory mistress&lt;br /&gt;I decide time and again that it's all a lie&lt;br /&gt;Yet I find myself back again to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A kaleidoscope of effort&lt;br /&gt;Continuously falling short&lt;br /&gt;Why do I go on indeed?&lt;br /&gt;Is this love or a poisonous need?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-8225669328759268079?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/8225669328759268079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=8225669328759268079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8225669328759268079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8225669328759268079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-46.html' title='Seed 46'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-3030304808889811833</id><published>2011-02-23T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:18:58.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 45</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Do you even remember? Do you know who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you believe in this dream, or see it as scam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you leave this to your imagination?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you see me as your very own creation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does it matter where I reside?&lt;br /&gt;If I am exposed or if I hide?&lt;br /&gt;Do you not feel me either way?&lt;br /&gt;Or can your heart no longer relay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Timeless should be our bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Under exaggerated&lt;/span&gt; is to be wronged&lt;br /&gt;For it soared above the rest&lt;br /&gt;Have faith that it shall pass the test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Worry is for the doubtful&lt;br /&gt;It fills the damned from toe to skull&lt;br /&gt;Let go of this lie&lt;br /&gt;On me should you rely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am here for you&lt;br /&gt;I promise it to be true&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, my love&lt;br /&gt;For this to reach you so high above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Alas, I sit and count the suns&lt;br /&gt;Thinking upon what you've overcome&lt;br /&gt;Will this strength be enough?&lt;br /&gt;Will it slay the scales so rough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Here I am preaching of undying faith&lt;br /&gt;Yet I just like you, in pain I relate&lt;br /&gt;I am not wholly at peace, not without you&lt;br /&gt;I will find it myself and stare its eyes blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-3030304808889811833?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/3030304808889811833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=3030304808889811833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3030304808889811833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3030304808889811833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-45.html' title='Seed 45'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-4454150850638336664</id><published>2011-02-23T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:18:01.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 44</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. You.. who have come so far at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You.. who have lived here and passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You have sought me for so long and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You confront me in finale, as you give your last bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why have you come, lone soul?&lt;br /&gt;Is it to reclaim what they stole?&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to show you a lost knowledge&lt;br /&gt;This truth many deceive as privilege&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. You quest and thirst for what you cannot drink&lt;br /&gt;You recollect what you can no longer think&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for a future that has not passed&lt;br /&gt;Condemning all the wishes that are cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Former Guardian there is no need&lt;br /&gt;To protect what is already freed&lt;br /&gt;Embracing pain for valor and redemption&lt;br /&gt;Is as insane as the highest assumption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Letting go is said to be key&lt;br /&gt;The power that sets us all free&lt;br /&gt;This too is nothing more than a construct&lt;br /&gt;An overrated and mass-produced product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Countless designs imagined by all&lt;br /&gt;All thought to prevent or embrace the fall&lt;br /&gt;Eyes we have that cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Mouths we own that cannot plea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me, fellow soul, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Your identity or what beats true?&lt;br /&gt;In this I can guarantee you one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In return I ask you give all that you bring&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/1041158446871205144-4454150850638336664?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/4454150850638336664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=4454150850638336664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4454150850638336664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4454150850638336664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-44.html' title='Seed 44'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-4697933930611917380</id><published>2011-02-23T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:17:20.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 43</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Misty and silent.. awaiting my arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It was there.. it outlived my survival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You are my final door, my last chapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Past and present, here thereafter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The one I must confront&lt;br /&gt;Daring the ultimate stunt&lt;br /&gt;Can I really do this?&lt;br /&gt;Will it happen or will I miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Performing the miracle of&lt;br /&gt;The one below and above&lt;br /&gt;Yin and Yang, brothers of balance&lt;br /&gt;Tying the divine and absence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I sense him, he is near&lt;br /&gt;He is in all I love and all I fear&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere can he not be&lt;br /&gt;Yet he I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The mirrored riddle of time&lt;br /&gt;Echoing eternity, its subtle chime&lt;br /&gt;Show me your true form&lt;br /&gt;Awaken from whence you dorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Clouds part, the Heavens disperse&lt;br /&gt;The ground rumbles, Hell reversed&lt;br /&gt;He emerges from the unknown&lt;br /&gt;At last to give what we have shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am the one with no name&lt;br /&gt;Fellow soul, you and I are the same&lt;br /&gt;You cannot find me, there is nowhere to look&lt;br /&gt;I am here to restore all that you have took&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-4697933930611917380?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/4697933930611917380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=4697933930611917380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4697933930611917380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4697933930611917380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-43.html' title='Seed 43'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1417788419346164976</id><published>2011-02-23T15:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:14:58.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 42</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. They speak to me through their shade and sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They emit like arrows towards me unbound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Gouge me my children, you must shake me awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Guide me my parents, do so at any stake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The people I have left&lt;br /&gt;Upon them committing theft&lt;br /&gt;Still, they have not lost faith&lt;br /&gt;Upon the blood of my enemies they bathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It is said that love is almighty&lt;br /&gt;They'll stop at nothing to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my love.&lt;br /&gt;I fall from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Into the abyss from whence I woke&lt;br /&gt;Upon the shadows in which I cloak&lt;br /&gt;I have deterred to a new nature&lt;br /&gt;Its eyes follow me, that of the creature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You all peer inside to the matter&lt;br /&gt;Viewing me as my parts scatter&lt;br /&gt;The architect of your Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Now learning from the dark seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What to make of this sight&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, there is no need for fright&lt;br /&gt;I am well off, better than before&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to surpass the lore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Angel of light, envoy of rebirth&lt;br /&gt;Rooted from the soils of Earth&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was your savior&lt;br /&gt;Now I champion this realm, alongside her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-1417788419346164976?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/1417788419346164976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=1417788419346164976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1417788419346164976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1417788419346164976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-42.html' title='Seed 42'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-975512466741245368</id><published>2011-02-23T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:14:10.258-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 41</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Strength, honor, devotion, what of these?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Are they true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; or just an unnecessary tease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dissect me and all of the walls around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Clear the fog, open my core for all to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Purifying the past away&lt;br /&gt;Releasing all that would stay&lt;br /&gt;Forging onward to new days&lt;br /&gt;Dissipating that still gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clenched to the memories&lt;br /&gt;That dance for you and please&lt;br /&gt;They play upon an old role&lt;br /&gt;Holding back the everlasting soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You are not your time&lt;br /&gt;Nor are you the old crime&lt;br /&gt;These are faded and gone&lt;br /&gt;Allow the night to become the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do not stay stuck on a note&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to the story you wrote&lt;br /&gt;Go beyond and see it true&lt;br /&gt;See that this all derives from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This is the immortal that lives&lt;br /&gt;Meaning and emotion it gives&lt;br /&gt;Forever throughout, you spread your joy&lt;br /&gt;You are the eternal sun-born boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If that mountain should crumble&lt;br /&gt;If you should fall or stumble&lt;br /&gt;Know that you are beyond&lt;br /&gt;Remember our divine bond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-975512466741245368?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/975512466741245368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=975512466741245368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/975512466741245368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/975512466741245368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-41.html' title='Seed 41'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-713439421946323484</id><published>2011-02-23T15:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:07:47.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 39</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. I pray to you, light of the dark, Gods of this realm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I do not know, I cannot remember.. I am overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Relinquish me for all that I am, for it is of no value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Break it all, myself the whole I am not true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When hearts divide&lt;br /&gt;They yearn again to collide&lt;br /&gt;To collect all the shards&lt;br /&gt;Doing so, no matter how hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your map is a memory&lt;br /&gt;Revealing the way to see&lt;br /&gt;Along this lonely road&lt;br /&gt;Staying with you even in this mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Even moons must awaken&lt;br /&gt;Eyes gaze but are mistaken&lt;br /&gt;What she'd give to see yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lighting&lt;/span&gt; her darkened corridors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This is why I forget&lt;br /&gt;Why my love lets&lt;br /&gt;So that she may know what I am&lt;br /&gt;The door to her divine plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Like grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;Drifting from what's planned&lt;br /&gt;This forgotten game&lt;br /&gt;The players all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Irony is the outcome&lt;br /&gt;Infinity derived from one&lt;br /&gt;The very being which split apart&lt;br /&gt;Is found inside our shared heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-713439421946323484?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/713439421946323484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=713439421946323484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/713439421946323484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/713439421946323484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-40.html' title='Seed 39'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-7830996458595378210</id><published>2011-02-23T15:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:07:11.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. How do you recapture what you have lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How can you say I love you to what you tossed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How do you solve the riddle with no answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How do you become one once more with her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you are divided&lt;br /&gt;You return where you resided&lt;br /&gt;For you see all your parts&lt;br /&gt;And the world's hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You recall an ancient knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Belonging to all within the lineage&lt;br /&gt;This populous stretches far&lt;br /&gt;To the farthest, brightest star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Even suns of the sky must go&lt;br /&gt;Returning to the home they know&lt;br /&gt;There all is remembered and restored&lt;br /&gt;Once again is eternity bestowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This is why you forget&lt;br /&gt;Why this red sun sets&lt;br /&gt;So that I may know what I am&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill what I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Perspective is gained&lt;br /&gt;Sights no longer strained&lt;br /&gt;New eyes are birthed&lt;br /&gt;As the new soul emerged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Danced this dance before&lt;br /&gt;Time and again, forever more&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all again&lt;br /&gt;With you, no matter when&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-7830996458595378210?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/7830996458595378210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=7830996458595378210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7830996458595378210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7830996458595378210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-39.html' title='Seed 40'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-2634605732151458002</id><published>2011-02-23T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:12:00.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 38</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.They dance to me again and sing their song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They illuminate through nevermore where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It is not where anyone or anything can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Only what I lost can show me the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They chide their tale&lt;br /&gt;Weighing my conscience on the scale&lt;br /&gt;Setting apart what is of use&lt;br /&gt;Filtering what has been abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. These banshees of the nether&lt;br /&gt;Would not tell me whether&lt;br /&gt;It was my destiny to confront something new&lt;br /&gt;They would not share the slightest clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They seemed to delight in my inquiry&lt;br /&gt;This realm so pitched, I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;The only guides I had were they&lt;br /&gt;They followed me to my dismay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I did not know it yet&lt;br /&gt;They were to show me how to forget&lt;br /&gt;Release the poison inside&lt;br /&gt;Create myself again and confide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Suddenly we halted&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ethers&lt;/span&gt; of nether exalted&lt;br /&gt;They formed together into something new&lt;br /&gt;What I beheld was a sight to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Coiled was its hide&lt;br /&gt;Sharp and fierce was its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark orbs, emanated pale&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon of Nether, all hail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-2634605732151458002?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/2634605732151458002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=2634605732151458002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2634605732151458002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2634605732151458002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-38.html' title='Seed 38'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-4765459055295850958</id><published>2011-02-23T15:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:52:07.449-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 37</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Who am I.. what i was? What I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Is my essence divine or is it damned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Curse or gift? Perhaps is it both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In this balance am I destined to loath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In the middle road&lt;br /&gt;Centered yet lost abroad&lt;br /&gt;Equilibrium tainted&lt;br /&gt;Faith nearly fainted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This is beyond suffering and pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Its aftermath will behold a rare treasure&lt;br /&gt;Sought by god and man alike&lt;br /&gt;Upon the last hour will it strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Chaos is it?&lt;br /&gt;Upon which I sit?&lt;br /&gt;Harmony may it be?&lt;br /&gt;I reach for what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Peace and balance, the keys&lt;br /&gt;The salvation to please&lt;br /&gt;My distraught mind, it needs rest&lt;br /&gt;My soul, it hungers for the test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mindless I journey, on to the envoy&lt;br /&gt;Where I shall unleash and deploy&lt;br /&gt;All that I have gained through letting go&lt;br /&gt;I care not for an answer, simply to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Through the shroud I enter&lt;br /&gt;Shattered and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dismembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect state to confront the architect&lt;br /&gt;For he shall rebuild me, through his intellect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-4765459055295850958?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/4765459055295850958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=4765459055295850958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4765459055295850958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4765459055295850958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-37.html' title='Seed 37'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-8998064753707594870</id><published>2011-02-23T15:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:08:57.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 36</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. It hurts no more, it is just reactive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The beat automates, I must make it selective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I will forever be exposed for this is the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There is nothing to hide, not in night nor in day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cast away my shell&lt;br /&gt;Expose me now to the beauty of Hell&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the majesty of God's land&lt;br /&gt;Invite me now to his lower strands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For even He, the mighty One&lt;br /&gt;The immortal who created the legendary Sun&lt;br /&gt;Has given birth to a brother bound&lt;br /&gt;In Sorrow does he wake, in it does illusion drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Now upon my wounded chest&lt;br /&gt;I don the valor, the voided crest&lt;br /&gt;The symbol of my fellow soul&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;outshone&lt;/span&gt;, nor overthrown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The champion of nought&lt;br /&gt;The one Light fought&lt;br /&gt;An engraved encounter, stamped upon time&lt;br /&gt;To forget it is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;petty&lt;/span&gt; crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For it shaped the ways of this world&lt;br /&gt;Light and dark met, their energies swirled&lt;br /&gt;Damned and Divine, both common ground&lt;br /&gt;Amongst their bout, truth was found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Day and night share its hour&lt;br /&gt;Alternating its contrasting power&lt;br /&gt;Though apart, very much alike&lt;br /&gt;Behold the hour upon which Sun and Void strike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-8998064753707594870?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/8998064753707594870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=8998064753707594870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8998064753707594870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8998064753707594870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-36.html' title='Seed 36'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-8302244891959372969</id><published>2011-02-23T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:08:04.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 35</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. As I see what I am shown it unfogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So much contained, it must be unclogged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Though beautiful and rare I must let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For it is no more, it is not mine to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Holding on to the precious&lt;br /&gt;For too long can prove treacherous&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird that yearns to fly&lt;br /&gt;Cannot do so with your grip so tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My eyes a misguide&lt;br /&gt;I believe in all that lied&lt;br /&gt;I followed what lead me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I felt I was no longer here nor there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To be alone, to truly feel without&lt;br /&gt;No one can see you or hear you shout&lt;br /&gt;May your pain echo to the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;It will be lost in the ethers of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This thing called love, defier of the elements&lt;br /&gt;Surpasses even the most attuned resonance&lt;br /&gt;It knows no logic&lt;br /&gt;Its language cryptic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This unseen feeling&lt;br /&gt;Sets us on paths unyielding&lt;br /&gt;To the far ends of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;We travel to know our worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The deepest realms of this galaxy&lt;br /&gt;Will not even show you what to see&lt;br /&gt;For the holy grail in which we look for&lt;br /&gt;Is hidden inside us, a forgotten lore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-8302244891959372969?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/8302244891959372969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=8302244891959372969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8302244891959372969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8302244891959372969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-35.html' title='Seed 35'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1235778658866514734</id><published>2011-02-23T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:07:20.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 34</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Memories frozen and prismatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Reflected inward and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chasmic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Like a snowflake, each unique and precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Like a wound, cold and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Black iced heart, you cannot see&lt;br /&gt;The wounds imposed by you and me&lt;br /&gt;We provoked this dark blizzard&lt;br /&gt;Caused it to navigate inward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Layers of the eclipsed diamond&lt;br /&gt;I encounter as I descend&lt;br /&gt;Deeper into what I discover&lt;br /&gt;The hidden parts of me to uncover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who am I? a being with need?&lt;br /&gt;A soul that grows forgetting its seed?&lt;br /&gt;To depend upon what is not there&lt;br /&gt;To rely on something that vanished to thin air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I know I once held relations with her&lt;br /&gt;Now I hold close what is all a blur&lt;br /&gt;I tighten my grip, holding on to hope&lt;br /&gt;I blind myself, limiting my scope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did I imagine it all?&lt;br /&gt;The rise of love and its fall?&lt;br /&gt;What if this now is the lie?&lt;br /&gt;Go back to sleep or one more try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Colder and colder&lt;br /&gt;Older and older&lt;br /&gt;Our fears grow alongside&lt;br /&gt;Until we finally let go and confide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-1235778658866514734?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/1235778658866514734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=1235778658866514734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1235778658866514734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1235778658866514734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-34.html' title='Seed 34'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-5095714892631856040</id><published>2011-02-23T15:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:08:23.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 32</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Would you take me into consideration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Would you admit your misinterpretation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You push me away, you look past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yet you run towards me in the end at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Like a wall you hit reality&lt;br /&gt;You thought it was only what you see&lt;br /&gt;That which makes you alive and well&lt;br /&gt;Was covered by a dormant hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The clock cares not for your story&lt;br /&gt;This space has no interest for glory&lt;br /&gt;What is there since the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Will go on past your end, still spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. These are the threads of dark and light&lt;br /&gt;Pain and pleasure, stemmed from its sight&lt;br /&gt;The eye of the beholder, it sees clear&lt;br /&gt;No alterations to the web you steer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You tread, unknowing of the chapters you write&lt;br /&gt;Deeper into the realm where there's no light&lt;br /&gt;You are sent by a messenger long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;She is the one that has not lost faith within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She is met by those who cross over the path&lt;br /&gt;You are greeted by silence as you confront your wrath&lt;br /&gt;From her garb she removes the tool at hand&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reaver&lt;/span&gt; of pain, she unwinds every strand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every story come to pass&lt;br /&gt;Every memory kept amass&lt;br /&gt;She will remind you of what you have lived&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you know what you must give&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-5095714892631856040?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/5095714892631856040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=5095714892631856040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5095714892631856040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5095714892631856040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-32.html' title='Seed 32'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-3789757720539889018</id><published>2011-02-23T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:06:41.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. The layers of who you were buried atop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Your construction, it crumbles as it drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A model of your vision of I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now beneath the new truth piled high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We are built from the blueprints of others&lt;br /&gt;Individuality gone asunder&lt;br /&gt;Higher and higher without foundation&lt;br /&gt;Concealed with little inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sad is the domain in which we dwell&lt;br /&gt;All alike, you cannot tell&lt;br /&gt;Who it is that I am&lt;br /&gt;What I offer has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To be yourself in truth&lt;br /&gt;Tear it all down, from bottom to roof&lt;br /&gt;One by one, sort out the bricks&lt;br /&gt;Dismantle the lies and the tricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.As the asbestos fills your lungs&lt;br /&gt;Your assumptions become well hung&lt;br /&gt;The walls that were built strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deteriorate&lt;/span&gt; and expose all their wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you left with as you break down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the cause for your innate frown?&lt;br /&gt;The palace of your falsehood projected&lt;br /&gt;Did not live up as it was rejected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You cannot fool me, I will not allow&lt;br /&gt;For you to rebuild, no way.. no how&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corruption&lt;/span&gt; wasted much of me&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm destroyed do I truly see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-3789757720539889018?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/3789757720539889018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=3789757720539889018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3789757720539889018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3789757720539889018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-33.html' title='Seed 33'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-3680547853689889256</id><published>2011-02-23T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:05:08.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. To penetrate the pain you must not run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In fact you must realize you are both one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It is a gift misunderstood and feared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If only it were opened, if it were peered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Upon my trials of the dark&lt;br /&gt;Within the black diamond was my mark&lt;br /&gt;For that was my prison, my cocoon to emerge&lt;br /&gt;I was to resonate its essence and not diverge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There did I let in all its toxins&lt;br /&gt;A poison that was to consume me thin&lt;br /&gt;I knew from the start the way to the cure&lt;br /&gt;Was to derive an antidote from the impure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Seep into my veins&lt;br /&gt;Absorb all your pains&lt;br /&gt;See truly what it is you face&lt;br /&gt;Align what has been displaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The only way out&lt;br /&gt;Is to know all about&lt;br /&gt;The walls of your domain&lt;br /&gt;Can only crumble from your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Therefore do not run&lt;br /&gt;Instead, reunite and become one&lt;br /&gt;Do not fear the shadow of your fears&lt;br /&gt;Reconcile them, make them your peers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Take it all in&lt;br /&gt;Make the hurt dance and spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Summon&lt;/span&gt; the storm of your life&lt;br /&gt;Made of all the beauty of our strife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-3680547853689889256?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/3680547853689889256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=3680547853689889256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3680547853689889256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3680547853689889256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-31.html' title='Seed 31'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-925620353292314330</id><published>2011-02-23T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:04:26.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Unlock the dark trials and release the beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;By the end you will know it all and say the least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For in its shadow will you find your demise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You will be free, you will no longer walk with disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Preserved was I, as was the serpent&lt;br /&gt;I always gave, never was reluctant&lt;br /&gt;The divine dragon, a lustrous sight&lt;br /&gt;Even it fell, succumbed to the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Once upon a time, I loved myself whole&lt;br /&gt;Then something came way, my light it stole&lt;br /&gt;With no ambiance, you have but one way&lt;br /&gt;You begin the shadowed path to decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. From the light you are born&lt;br /&gt;This is the story, it is sworn&lt;br /&gt;What of the other side never seen?&lt;br /&gt;What of its destiny where you've never been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This is the story of the Dragon of Light&lt;br /&gt;Its fall from the skies, confronting its fright&lt;br /&gt;This god of the snow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;indestructible&lt;/span&gt; was it&lt;br /&gt;Its emerald sheen could not be slit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Its heart was not so sturdy for it was shattered&lt;br /&gt;Along with its traveler, her soul was battered&lt;br /&gt;Together they had love for all that shined&lt;br /&gt;Now they search &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;, their inner mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I once came across this dragon of distort&lt;br /&gt;It was when I too was at my last resort&lt;br /&gt;Selflessly it showed me great wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Along with its companion, I saw how to truly be one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-925620353292314330?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/925620353292314330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=925620353292314330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/925620353292314330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/925620353292314330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-30.html' title='Seed 30'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-6111748032522471828</id><published>2011-02-23T15:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:03:44.315-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Very well, brave wanderer.. here it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There is no escape or retreat from this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It is all or nothing.. none and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In this riddle you will no longer be missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I ask you, traveler of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Where on the line do you end and start?&lt;br /&gt;This path however is not of a linear nature&lt;br /&gt;In order to venture you must be an evolved creature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To find the answer you will tread through mirage&lt;br /&gt;Many obstacles you must prevail and dodge&lt;br /&gt;The sands of time will prove your strongest foe&lt;br /&gt;Its storm of memories will hinder you slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you might pass through the tundra will you meet&lt;br /&gt;Cold as your black heart is its unforgiving sleet&lt;br /&gt;Its snow caps will bury you just like your pain&lt;br /&gt;Its mountainous pressure will pelt you like frozen rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you survive and have not frozen still&lt;br /&gt;Your path will lead you to the molten red spill&lt;br /&gt;There is nowhere to escape the ash of this valley&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tormenting&lt;/span&gt; heat will incinerate and sear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you are still breathing you will reach the horizon&lt;br /&gt;The deepest of the seven seas arises from within&lt;br /&gt;The waves crash upon your being like an immortal strain&lt;br /&gt;Its clarity and aurora of virtue forever leave you stained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you have survived these four corners of my trials&lt;br /&gt;If you have any ounce left of you not beguiled&lt;br /&gt;You will know the answer to my riddle upon your arrival&lt;br /&gt;Life is to be lived, it is not just about survival&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-6111748032522471828?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/6111748032522471828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=6111748032522471828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6111748032522471828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6111748032522471828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-29.html' title='Seed 29'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-8425310864019186087</id><published>2011-02-23T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:03:10.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Take me, deliver me back to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I yearn for this more than any wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Stab me, break me, Disassemble me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Whatever it takes, however it need be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I must toughen in order to evolve&lt;br /&gt;I must abandon the old in order to resolve&lt;br /&gt;What I thought defined me in return raped me&lt;br /&gt;My growth incinerated like a burned down tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Down the road of one's destiny&lt;br /&gt;You will encounter what you cannot flee&lt;br /&gt;The guardians of these paths will illuminate you&lt;br /&gt;Through darkening your way, they will see you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It is said that the answer is the light&lt;br /&gt;But even Heaven can blind you upon your flight&lt;br /&gt;The sun burns bright &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relentlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not discern what you cannot see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The hopes and assumptions of the billions&lt;br /&gt;Are easily disappointed when confronted with oblivion&lt;br /&gt;It is expected that all in life will just follow&lt;br /&gt;Worlds were not built on an idea that is hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There is real substance and meaning to it all&lt;br /&gt;You will know this fully once you rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;For every Heaven there is a brothered Hell&lt;br /&gt;These twins of the eclipse are neither sick or well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. These guardians of truth will fight without end&lt;br /&gt;Against any blasphemy they will create a new trend&lt;br /&gt;Envoys of the eternal and innate wisdom&lt;br /&gt;The forefathers of a destiny that cannot be undone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-8425310864019186087?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/8425310864019186087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=8425310864019186087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8425310864019186087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8425310864019186087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-28.html' title='Seed 28'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-3458916689082606562</id><published>2011-02-23T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:57:35.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Do you care to fall deep and drown into remembrance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Or will you return having abandoned it all resurfaced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Are you willing to hurt to experience love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Or will you know a lesser shell and return above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Patients are we in this hospital planet&lt;br /&gt;Victimized and taunted, our self esteem rancid&lt;br /&gt;We are the beaten, the abused&lt;br /&gt;We are the scarred hearts, so wrongly misused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How could one ever hurt such a delicate angel?&lt;br /&gt;How could one feel justified for such a horrid thrill?&lt;br /&gt;You used to hold me, caress me with love&lt;br /&gt;You adored me and told me I was always put above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Then the day came when you began to change&lt;br /&gt;That dreaded day when your love became strange&lt;br /&gt;You saw it fit to verbally molest me&lt;br /&gt;You fell deaf upon my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deafening&lt;/span&gt; plea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I looked upon your eyes and would see innocence&lt;br /&gt;Now my vision of you is cluttered with your sins&lt;br /&gt;I never blamed you, in fact I felt remorse&lt;br /&gt;I loved you regardless, felt pity in your discourse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Even that limit found its end&lt;br /&gt;I would never again even call you friend&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disturbed&lt;/span&gt; me to see you have to go&lt;br /&gt;In the end the only answer to give was no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I think of you sometimes, it's all a fog&lt;br /&gt;My memories of you are a tainted smog&lt;br /&gt;All that was good, what I liked about you&lt;br /&gt;Repeatedly distorts the buried love and truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-3458916689082606562?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/3458916689082606562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=3458916689082606562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3458916689082606562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3458916689082606562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-27.html' title='Seed 27'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-5542653770474893844</id><published>2011-02-23T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:56:42.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. What you think to be your heart you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The shell that was broken you try to sew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is not your heart as your body is not you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It is merely the surface of what beats true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What then underlies the skin of a greater force?&lt;br /&gt;An element that is no better, no worst&lt;br /&gt;A divinity found neither in Heaven nor Hell&lt;br /&gt;The pulse that dilates, only you can tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When it will surface and show its form&lt;br /&gt;Awaken it from slumber, its eternal dorm&lt;br /&gt;It is now that I call upon you, wise one&lt;br /&gt;May you show us the way and have us undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Inside you dwell and await in observation&lt;br /&gt;There in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;god space&lt;/span&gt; do you witness unfolding creation&lt;br /&gt;When there is reason for you to strike do you awaken&lt;br /&gt;Then do you appear before those that are mistaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You are the god of a nether world long ago&lt;br /&gt;You cannot be seen, only to those pure do you show&lt;br /&gt;Pure of light or dark you do not judge&lt;br /&gt;You are without difference, you hold no grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Emperor of the yin and yang what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;Guide us towards a new truth, take us far away&lt;br /&gt;For this world is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;despair&lt;/span&gt;, it cries for the new age&lt;br /&gt;It is in need of the new Herald, the wise sage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pierce our hearts, spread your innate presence&lt;br /&gt;Shine the seven dark gems of iridescence&lt;br /&gt;Let them be the beacon of light to follow&lt;br /&gt;May all illusion fall before you and be hallowed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-5542653770474893844?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/5542653770474893844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=5542653770474893844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5542653770474893844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5542653770474893844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-26.html' title='Seed 26'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1029437984573702039</id><published>2011-02-23T14:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:55:53.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Are you truly ready to see what you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To confront what is near but was kept afar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We are what make up your heart, your love and will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We are what beats for you in health and when ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An endeavor of storms do we pass through&lt;br /&gt;An adventure of deception and finding what is true&lt;br /&gt;We venture alongside the days of our story&lt;br /&gt;We are the writers of a legacy, you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Through sickness and in health&lt;br /&gt;In harsh times, in poverty and in wealth&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we have to eat, how we're sheltered&lt;br /&gt;The ups and downs, we ride the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;helter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hand in hand, we hurt and feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear by tear, we are sister and brother&lt;br /&gt;The family that is formed out of sheer will&lt;br /&gt;The awe of the journey that is an eternal thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. By and by are we faced by different faces&lt;br /&gt;Each a challenge masked by our previous traces&lt;br /&gt;Will we overcome them and fade its illusion?&lt;br /&gt;Or will we give in and surrender to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delusion&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wonder if at some point it serves to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;In order to understand a lesson and not have it repeated&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything to learn or is it just to remember?&lt;br /&gt;Should we stay together or is it better to dismember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Would we be truly lost if separated?&lt;br /&gt;Or would be return to what we once created?&lt;br /&gt;This is the test of faith for these two birds&lt;br /&gt;They are what soars in our hearts and is forever heard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-1029437984573702039?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/1029437984573702039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=1029437984573702039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1029437984573702039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1029437984573702039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-25.html' title='Seed 25'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-387282818019251842</id><published>2011-02-23T14:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:55:06.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Tell me what you will, for I do not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Show me what you may, for I no longer grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Though I am dead I am not gone or deleted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I must see the truth even though I am depleted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Losing all energy in aspects of being&lt;br /&gt;Drained in all senses, no longer seeing&lt;br /&gt;What is the way and what is the reason&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems as if it is committing treason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. With nothing left to lose, nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;I am locked away, I am constrained&lt;br /&gt;Prisoner of my own will, I am oddly at ease&lt;br /&gt;Here there is no one to impress, nothing to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Down and defeated, though I am not gone&lt;br /&gt;For with every sunset, spurs a new dawn&lt;br /&gt;This new light cast upon the valley&lt;br /&gt;Is a dark emanation, nothing before seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. With nothing in my arsenal left to use&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me at advantage, it is time to choose&lt;br /&gt;For out of the void comes infinity&lt;br /&gt;Faithless then.. now you will believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The archangel of Death visited my chamber&lt;br /&gt;It felt strange, but she did not seem like a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Her cold hands chilled down my neck and chest&lt;br /&gt;Upon which she handed me the key, hidden upon my crest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It was the answer to all that I yearned for&lt;br /&gt;It unlocked the hidden meaning, opened a new door&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to expect, what was in store&lt;br /&gt;All I felt was that I was truly alive deep in my core&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-387282818019251842?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/387282818019251842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=387282818019251842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/387282818019251842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/387282818019251842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-23_23.html' title='Seed 24'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-7003410081112809482</id><published>2011-02-23T14:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:53:42.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Ready or not, willing or able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Something had to give to make this stable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Without heart I had nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I was beyond being broken, battered and bruised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Translucent is my substance, it is clear to see&lt;br /&gt;A smog you enter upon viewing what is now me&lt;br /&gt;Make your way through my ash, it's the last thing you'll see&lt;br /&gt;As you fade away along with my memory's debris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Place your path upon the heat of Hades&lt;br /&gt;No wisdom can help you here, not even Socrates&lt;br /&gt;For here it is the dream of a broken man&lt;br /&gt;Here lies the remnants of an angel's last stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The pits of molten will seer through your veins&lt;br /&gt;It will burn you, sending you to Hell's eternal lanes&lt;br /&gt;You will be driven into madness and despair&lt;br /&gt;Insanity will become you as you breathe my toxic air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Become as magma, harden your soul to the core&lt;br /&gt;Use your heart as my burial ground for me to store&lt;br /&gt;Keep my spirit of the shell of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Let it sink deep, let it flow astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of the phoenix is a must&lt;br /&gt;For its crimson wings are now burned&lt;br /&gt;Blackened to new heights, strength is earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Look to my eyes, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Is it you? No.. is it me..?&lt;br /&gt;It is neither. It is a ghost born anew&lt;br /&gt;They are the ties that bond us real and true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-7003410081112809482?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/7003410081112809482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=7003410081112809482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7003410081112809482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7003410081112809482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-23.html' title='Seed 23'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-6226120088690649004</id><published>2011-02-23T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:53:13.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. One by one they begin to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;One by one do I feel burning from bottom to top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It is all my anguish, torment and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There was nowhere to go, no time left to borrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The pendulum falls, the arms crumble&lt;br /&gt;The hours and seconds erode as I begin to stumble&lt;br /&gt;Where am I? This place of barren void&lt;br /&gt;Or rather when am I? The time injected like a steroid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I find myself running, don't know where to&lt;br /&gt;The reason is a fog, much like me and you&lt;br /&gt;Shadows chasing after one another&lt;br /&gt;Overlapping as we begin to smother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The regrets of yesterday's hour&lt;br /&gt;Are summoned as today's new power&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is uncertain as to its fate&lt;br /&gt;Now is for sure, along with love and hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Armored am I with beings beyond my own&lt;br /&gt;No longer will I venture without cause or alone&lt;br /&gt;I am not abandoned by what cannot be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;I am embraced forever by the divine envoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You are my carrier, and I your partner&lt;br /&gt;Together we will recreate this world, I as your garner&lt;br /&gt;You ask nothing of me, for you are truly pure&lt;br /&gt;You are the answer to this poison, indeed the cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Into the elements of all are we forged and steeled&lt;br /&gt;An indestructible icon of truth do we wield&lt;br /&gt;Bring to us those who dare to crumble our vision&lt;br /&gt;You cannot kill what is dead, now make your decision&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-6226120088690649004?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/6226120088690649004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=6226120088690649004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6226120088690649004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6226120088690649004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-22.html' title='Seed 22'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-4989852449788501728</id><published>2011-02-23T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:52:46.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. The orbs dance about in a careless drift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The space in between creates an unseen rift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Symbiotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; of a pain buried deep within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They drift about like mindless banshees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Glowing eerily they surround me one by one&lt;br /&gt;Like stars dying in a distant space, they are done&lt;br /&gt;Their death signifies their new form upon this realm&lt;br /&gt;By nature it appears as if they have a story to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; the tale of the boy who had a dream&lt;br /&gt;He was born upon the skies, near the gentlest stream&lt;br /&gt;The child of the sky-bound kingdom, he was unique&lt;br /&gt;Upon this Earth he came to rekindle the obsolete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The boy knew not what no was or the absence of&lt;br /&gt;For he was made of love, the star that fell from above&lt;br /&gt;All his eyes would see is beauty, his ears a melody&lt;br /&gt;With the youth of a seed, he had the wisdom of a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. His destiny was known in his mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;Just through his will alone he'd reach his goal&lt;br /&gt;To forever immortalize the bliss of communion&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know, soon he'd witness the demise of reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tainted was now the once pure spirit of light&lt;br /&gt;Distraught, a man apart confronted with a fight&lt;br /&gt;The enduring struggle, the war fought within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Enveloping&lt;/span&gt; his being throughout, to his very skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The angel that once graced the lands of this home&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the love of his people, was now alone&lt;br /&gt;For he had ventured where no one would&lt;br /&gt;He had given meaning the only way he could&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-4989852449788501728?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/4989852449788501728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=4989852449788501728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4989852449788501728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4989852449788501728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-21.html' title='Seed 21'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1819536237657008087</id><published>2011-02-23T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:25:12.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. I approach them slowly and enter within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Their circle of the nether, neither blessing or sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They are truths of the other, the side neglect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Unknown consciousness on which we never reflect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stacked are the layers of pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;We use them as excuse, as time to borrow&lt;br /&gt;Never do we explore these files of experience&lt;br /&gt;We fear the reaper within our own instincts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If only we would take that leap&lt;br /&gt;We could salvage, maybe even keep&lt;br /&gt;The essence of what we didn't know back then&lt;br /&gt;To be so precious upon yesterday's when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why do we neglect the darker beauties of love?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we selfishly put ourselves above?&lt;br /&gt;Is it fear or misunderstanding that gets in the way?&lt;br /&gt;Is it out thoughts, our actions, the words we say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When and how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; we begin the deterioration?  &lt;br /&gt;What reason is so great as to destroy our creation?&lt;br /&gt;Such lovely harmony echoed throughout our seasons&lt;br /&gt;Now they wither and decay for all the wrong reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There comes a time and way when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suppressed&lt;/span&gt; arise&lt;br /&gt;They will no longer succumb, nor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough, no more denial of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Face me you will, from the end to the very start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am the new soul formed of the forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I embrace all that love is, whether it be fresh or rotten&lt;br /&gt;I am the mark of of rebirth, beyond death and life&lt;br /&gt;Throw at me what you will, all your pleasures and strife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-1819536237657008087?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/1819536237657008087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=1819536237657008087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1819536237657008087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1819536237657008087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-20.html' title='Seed 20'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-6468238566361802024</id><published>2011-02-23T14:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:24:20.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Unlike light, they do not shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They do not come from you, they're mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I have created such paradox, such illogic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yet this dark emanation is above all cosmic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Reaped from the inner regions of my crest&lt;br /&gt;They unite and overcome my worst and best&lt;br /&gt;Their nature is unseen and unknown&lt;br /&gt;Though abandoned, with them I was no longer alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What never leaves you is the memory of time&lt;br /&gt;It has eternal compassion to recall each chime&lt;br /&gt;The melody of life composed by our chapters&lt;br /&gt;Sound and silenced simply waiting to be raptured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. These elements that are beyond time and space&lt;br /&gt;Bend the fabrics of its sensible lace&lt;br /&gt;They extend and enhance what once was&lt;br /&gt;Fully realizing the shadows of our once us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Seven shine, seven darken in and out&lt;br /&gt;They radiate an eclipsed thought all about&lt;br /&gt;This new concept of yin and yang forged&lt;br /&gt;Is now reality defied, surpassed and scorched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Born from a matter of divine mystery&lt;br /&gt;It is uncertain as to the origin of the debris&lt;br /&gt;They do not come from any one beginning&lt;br /&gt;Forever, then and now destiny is spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The seven arise when looked upon&lt;br /&gt;They are ready to serve when you don&lt;br /&gt;The cloak of Nether, the gems of dark hue&lt;br /&gt;Together they will reunite and find the lost you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-6468238566361802024?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/6468238566361802024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=6468238566361802024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6468238566361802024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6468238566361802024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-19.html' title='Seed 19'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-9091198062123243497</id><published>2011-02-23T14:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:21:58.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.They shine about in a way unlike reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You must let go of all logic in order to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For these dark gems of emotion and matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Must be engulfed into your being to shatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diamonds&lt;/span&gt; they are indestructible&lt;br /&gt;The only way inside is to know they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;combustible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must hold them near the warmth of your heart&lt;br /&gt;You must hold them dear all the way to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.They will send you back to a time of need&lt;br /&gt;They will show you chapter one, your original seed&lt;br /&gt;For in this did you first sprout from soil&lt;br /&gt;In this beginning did you not yet know turmoil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Like the first snow of the Winter, you were clean&lt;br /&gt;Your heart was crystal clear, a lustrous sheen&lt;br /&gt;You were born with a purpose, a vision in mind&lt;br /&gt;Desire and action, this was your life without bind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.This beautiful season defrosted and melted&lt;br /&gt;Your dream dissolved, you hurt and felt it&lt;br /&gt;You watched it die along with your very self&lt;br /&gt;You mistook the lifespan of love with wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.To truly be rich is to know one's worth&lt;br /&gt;It is given to you in fullness since your birth&lt;br /&gt;Inside of you it shall remain even beyond&lt;br /&gt;Even after you and I are both gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.True love, though not yet realized&lt;br /&gt;It is real, just waiting to be visualized&lt;br /&gt;It is up to the creator and the canvas&lt;br /&gt;To unlock our souls and recreate us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-9091198062123243497?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/9091198062123243497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=9091198062123243497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/9091198062123243497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/9091198062123243497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-18.html' title='Seed 18'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-6970645623078444332</id><published>2011-02-23T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:20:59.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.What do you do? What do you become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The paths greatly feared I must soon succumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In them are the origins, the design of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In them are my soul, my heart seen crystal clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Assumption of the light becomes grave&lt;br /&gt;It is believed and received, all that you gave&lt;br /&gt;You neglected the other side of me, it was denied&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I did, how hard I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I reached out to you, for I sensed your pain&lt;br /&gt;I sympathized your suffering, I invited its strain&lt;br /&gt;I wished that I could know your personal Hell&lt;br /&gt;This way I could heal you, this way I could tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Upon this request beyond the divine&lt;br /&gt;Was it made my quest, your pain was mine&lt;br /&gt;I loved you wholly, your bad and good&lt;br /&gt;In the end I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abandoned&lt;/span&gt; and misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Until this day I know it is still true&lt;br /&gt;You wish to never see me, nor to hear me through&lt;br /&gt;I was left in a place beyond alone&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart, it was no longer my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I was not left empty handed, not at all&lt;br /&gt;You left me with a disease, on my knees to crawl&lt;br /&gt;Silence was your response to my cries of agony&lt;br /&gt;It pleasured you deep down not to see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.You knew damn well when you left me for dead&lt;br /&gt;Drowning and burning, an everlasting dread&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all my resentment and sadness&lt;br /&gt;I still wish you well in my painful stillness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-6970645623078444332?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/6970645623078444332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=6970645623078444332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6970645623078444332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6970645623078444332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-17.html' title='Seed 17'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-3173384166240048727</id><published>2011-02-23T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:20:13.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.In the middle, the unknown gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Here there is no night, there is no day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A twilight of emotion frozen throughout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Memories and regrets scurrying about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.A place all too familiar to recall&lt;br /&gt;Within this domain no thought is too big or small&lt;br /&gt;All is reflected and revisited again&lt;br /&gt;No matter the time, whether '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; now or then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you remember me, for I do you&lt;br /&gt;Black Diamond, my domain of dark hue&lt;br /&gt;How I thought once that I was imprisoned&lt;br /&gt;When in fact in this broken heart lied wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.You showed me without restraint my mirror&lt;br /&gt;All the toxicity allowed from me through her&lt;br /&gt;Endless do the thoughts replayed stretch out&lt;br /&gt;Echoed in time are my regrets and doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I ran and ran, I didn't know why&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I fell, it was my last try&lt;br /&gt;The force that stopped me, it was my shadow&lt;br /&gt;It had emerged from behind, it showed me where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.For so long I had been running from myself&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what the reason was, so stealth&lt;br /&gt;My own doppelganger, the dark side awake&lt;br /&gt;Had halted my insanity, revealed what was fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do not run away from anything you sew&lt;br /&gt;In doing this does it outrun you and overthrow&lt;br /&gt;Instead, learn to accept and adapt&lt;br /&gt;Do not lose your way, do not become trapped&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-3173384166240048727?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/3173384166240048727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=3173384166240048727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3173384166240048727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3173384166240048727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-16.html' title='Seed 16'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-5742191153877580908</id><published>2011-02-23T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:19:31.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.All emotion combined and centered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Then suddenly released and dismembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Experienced, connected, remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;At a cross roads.. as you must be rendered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chakras&lt;/span&gt; of the body are displayed&lt;br /&gt;A new wave of pain experienced and dismayed&lt;br /&gt;I am the architect of a new age and time&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who saves us all and commits the crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.From the bottom to the top&lt;br /&gt;My mind is injected and my heart drops&lt;br /&gt;The soul is in constant quest&lt;br /&gt;Centered is now the dark crest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The seven, they now serve and dissolve&lt;br /&gt;Evolve they must, let go and resolve&lt;br /&gt;A new era is upon us, we must look beyond&lt;br /&gt;Let us be open to this newly forged bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The connection of the new dark light&lt;br /&gt;Was created upon our death, born from the night&lt;br /&gt;All look to the pure angel of demise&lt;br /&gt;Reconnect to him now, for he will not compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.He will not promise what cannot be delivered&lt;br /&gt;He will not stand for your pain being belittled&lt;br /&gt;Empower us all and show us the way to salvation&lt;br /&gt;The key is in embracing your truth and recreation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do not fear being afraid, instead become it&lt;br /&gt;Before you were in denial of your nature, you were split&lt;br /&gt;Now you begin to see the way of your heart&lt;br /&gt;You have known it all along, from the very start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-5742191153877580908?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/5742191153877580908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=5742191153877580908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5742191153877580908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5742191153877580908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-15.html' title='Seed 15'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-5152232663387664800</id><published>2011-02-23T14:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:18:49.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.The layers of flesh, the bone, the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Toxic with passion, consumed in its new role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We hurt when we love, now we love when we hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You forget which is last and which comes first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Intertwined like the bands of D.N.A.&lt;br /&gt;Twins of a common destiny, we come and decay&lt;br /&gt;Intricate in our design, simple in our desires&lt;br /&gt;We stretch our dreams upon the skies, dangled from wires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The constellations are birthed from our origins&lt;br /&gt;Our passion and dedication surpassed all blessings and sins&lt;br /&gt;We were the beacon of hope for man and God, alike&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could stand in our way, until it decided to strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Only one thing could ever destroy the eternal&lt;br /&gt;It is found where you would never think, it is internal&lt;br /&gt;What made us so great, so complete, so divine&lt;br /&gt;Was the very knife which killed us. Yes, it was mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.This blade of insecurity was drawn by you&lt;br /&gt;Cold and sheer, it opens my fears and cuts through&lt;br /&gt;Your denial and ignorance of me, it spawned our death&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the angel, but fell to the wretch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I am to blame as well, for my anger bested me&lt;br /&gt;It's double-edged blade carved us easily&lt;br /&gt;My fury burned you, my longing froze us&lt;br /&gt;Leaving us in disharmony, disconnected as thus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.All that is left are pitiful memories&lt;br /&gt;They have lost value, for now they only displease&lt;br /&gt;What have we become, from whence we came?&lt;br /&gt;Lines within a poem, a grudge that I claim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-5152232663387664800?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/5152232663387664800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=5152232663387664800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5152232663387664800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5152232663387664800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-14.html' title='Seed 14'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-6172317838812081655</id><published>2011-02-23T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:18:12.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.Alone and lost.. I drifted dead further deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The absent core drew to me in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I cannot escape you, I can't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The poison seeps in so immense, so slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Autumn brings the death of temperance&lt;br /&gt;Love brought me an excruciating resonance&lt;br /&gt;The leaves upon the oak and ivy tumble&lt;br /&gt;My being's wellness taints and crumbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I suffocate at the touch of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;She is a wolf amongst this forest of decay&lt;br /&gt;Her fangs are sharp, hungry for my pain&lt;br /&gt;There is no way for her to be slain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.This is a beast that cannot be captured&lt;br /&gt;For within it is something so vile to be raptured&lt;br /&gt;It is the source of dread and misery&lt;br /&gt;Found in the past, uprooted today upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.There is rumor however of a way to stop it&lt;br /&gt;It involves becoming the monster, entering the pit&lt;br /&gt;Only then can you battle the demon deep down&lt;br /&gt;Upon your transformation, attack and take her crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Do not allow the monsters to take what's pure&lt;br /&gt;Even if you submerge to darkness, remember the cure&lt;br /&gt;You are the master of all that is true&lt;br /&gt;All others no matter how strong are stemmed from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.You provide their canvas of opportunity&lt;br /&gt;You have given them life, their eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;When it is needed, when the hour echoes loud&lt;br /&gt;Awaken and reclaim your creatures back to the shroud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-6172317838812081655?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/6172317838812081655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=6172317838812081655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6172317838812081655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6172317838812081655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-13.html' title='Seed 13'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-7045895406920735611</id><published>2011-02-23T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:17:28.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.I held you dear, I gave my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I longed for you, we were apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lost forever.. then and once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now, I don't know where.. nor do I know when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.A compass guides you, shows you the way&lt;br /&gt;The human heart sometimes leads you astray&lt;br /&gt;It is a device upon which must be discerned&lt;br /&gt;Through honor and truth are its arrows earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The clocks beats, it constantly tics&lt;br /&gt;The human heart pounds, to yours it sticks&lt;br /&gt;Its hands revolve, pointing to the hour&lt;br /&gt;Ours simply embrace, symbolizing power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The sands of the hour glass slowly sink&lt;br /&gt;Memories of you and I remain the only link&lt;br /&gt;They cover our pains of loss and separation&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back you see the beauty and declaration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.They say the seven seas are a source of forgetting&lt;br /&gt;Many travel to unload all that is unsettling&lt;br /&gt;Look to the vastness, for it will welcome it all&lt;br /&gt;Before letting go, be careful not to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Horizons into forever, the sky meets your essence&lt;br /&gt;All that you remember and encounter enters your presence&lt;br /&gt;Gather them all and place them into your bottle&lt;br /&gt;Seal it tight, say a prayer and journey full throttle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.As you lay them upon the shore&lt;br /&gt;Be still and witness the forgotten lore&lt;br /&gt;Legends are about to unfold&lt;br /&gt;Your legacies will forever be told&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-7045895406920735611?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/7045895406920735611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=7045895406920735611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7045895406920735611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7045895406920735611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-12.html' title='Seed 12'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-8344162841866902640</id><published>2011-02-23T14:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:16:55.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.Where are you? I search so desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My anger, my hatred, my fear- they grasp it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What once beat for you, the face of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A broken soul that fell from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How many have I mistaken? Thought it was you&lt;br /&gt;Just a substitute I had foolishly hoped was true&lt;br /&gt;The longer I am away from your caress&lt;br /&gt;The deeper I sink into this agonizing mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.An army of pawns do I fight through&lt;br /&gt;All in uniform, claiming to be the real you&lt;br /&gt;My only weapon to slay these shells&lt;br /&gt;Is earned through the pain appreciated in Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The generals of this regime stand their ground&lt;br /&gt;They are the past, the future that was never bound&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned or rejected did they leave me in shambles&lt;br /&gt;This squire was stripped of dignity, left to scramble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The only approach to confront these bosses&lt;br /&gt;Is to mend your being and bear your crosses&lt;br /&gt;Faith that was bayoneted, left for dead&lt;br /&gt;Rekindle its fire, along with all the blood shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Passion is your armor, perseverance your valor&lt;br /&gt;Now ravage past the forces, go and get her&lt;br /&gt;Beware but do not deny the admins of hurt and denial&lt;br /&gt;No matter how vicious their assault, no matter how vile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Slay the faces of an old governed heart&lt;br /&gt;Burn their sovereign rules and pave a new start&lt;br /&gt;Pierce the tyrant that sins upon your soul&lt;br /&gt;Become King and Queen, reclaim what they stole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-8344162841866902640?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/8344162841866902640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=8344162841866902640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8344162841866902640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8344162841866902640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-11.html' title='Seed 11'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-3518141449124881477</id><published>2011-02-23T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:16:06.683-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.To what do I look? A soul with false claim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That I shall remain untouched.. perfect, all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The great promise as told throughout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As I spit in the face of whom this shouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Such words are spouted, so many lies&lt;br /&gt;With each word given birth, a dream dies&lt;br /&gt;The limits and illusions of our imagination&lt;br /&gt;Confides and distorts true creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.As vast as the seven seas are our bonds&lt;br /&gt;Much like water, they are transparent in their wrongs&lt;br /&gt;We speak not to allow but to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;Clarity and passion are crushed into the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Bottled are our true feelings, they sink deep&lt;br /&gt;In its place, an ocean of poison we allow to seep&lt;br /&gt;The pressure of this sludge is too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;It drowns me, destroys me, cuts off all my air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The Pacific airs impress a forgotten past&lt;br /&gt;The Atlantic winds suggest a new forecast&lt;br /&gt;Follow the waves as they crash into you&lt;br /&gt;Allow the tears and all your passion subdue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Remember each grain of emotion comprise&lt;br /&gt;The beach of all feeling, every timely demise&lt;br /&gt;This voyage has lead me to a standstill&lt;br /&gt;A place where all is frozen, there is no warm thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.This crystalline cove is home to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emprisoned&lt;/span&gt; heart&lt;br /&gt;It is where it all began, the night of our start&lt;br /&gt;The eve upon which I showed you the black canvas&lt;br /&gt;On which the dream was painted, the stars of us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-3518141449124881477?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/3518141449124881477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=3518141449124881477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3518141449124881477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3518141449124881477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-10.html' title='Seed 10'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-7993452065759192259</id><published>2011-02-23T14:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:15:31.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.My whole life was I just a half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Living beneath an aftermath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Not whole, not complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ignorant to being obsolete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Like the leaves of a flower&lt;br /&gt;Yearn for the blossoms to empower&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was not the whole&lt;br /&gt;I was part of a greater soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I am one but without you, just a part&lt;br /&gt;A middle with no end and no start&lt;br /&gt;Suspended in time, grasped to its chains&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to feel, endure any pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.A bird in the sky, flying endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Navigating towards what he used to see&lt;br /&gt;The hopes are high much like the northern wind&lt;br /&gt;Through the storms I seek the horizon within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I meet the sparrow, it chirps to me&lt;br /&gt;Fellow bird, I feel that you are in seek&lt;br /&gt;Might it be the feeling of adventure once more?&lt;br /&gt;Then allow yourself a chance unlike before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.The Eagle soars above, it relays to me&lt;br /&gt;Young wanderer, I sense you search for belief&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it'd be best to regain your strength&lt;br /&gt;Your wings of being will then expand to new lengths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I am met with the moon, its face expresses&lt;br /&gt;Within its visage, a reflected shadow refreshes&lt;br /&gt;Brave Phoenix, I know what your journey leads you to&lt;br /&gt;It is here and now, see yourself and know this is all true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-7993452065759192259?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/7993452065759192259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=7993452065759192259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7993452065759192259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7993452065759192259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-9.html' title='Seed 9'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-558009499438535367</id><published>2011-02-23T14:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:14:51.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.You see me through the eyes of my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What you fail to see is that they didn't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For in their denial did they begin to cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The dark light behind the screen, emanating fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I put you through my path, the way of my vision&lt;br /&gt;In the end I was blind and made a dreary decision&lt;br /&gt;Emotion and youth made me uncontrollable&lt;br /&gt;Rash are we when young, unforgivable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.We say what hurts us the most&lt;br /&gt;Its pain haunts us like a ghost&lt;br /&gt;They are echoed forever in our heart&lt;br /&gt;Down the corridors of us, they tore us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Our ears used to hear such divine song&lt;br /&gt;The sound of I love you never felt wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now they bleed to the screams of decay&lt;br /&gt;They settle for any noise, even if it brings dismay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Our eyes used to behold such beauty in us&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you in my life was always a must&lt;br /&gt;Now those very orbs are filled with remorse&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, not even Hell could ever feel worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.This is my unexpected destiny of the dark&lt;br /&gt;It threw me astray, far along this journey&lt;br /&gt;You dream such innocent futures when young&lt;br /&gt;Only to grow old and watch them all hung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.There is still one thing that cannot die&lt;br /&gt;No matter the pain, whatever fear may try&lt;br /&gt;It is the constant and eternal inside&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is where the soul resides&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-558009499438535367?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/558009499438535367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=558009499438535367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/558009499438535367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/558009499438535367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-8.html' title='Seed 8'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-7096088847956344573</id><published>2011-02-23T14:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:13:57.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.A chilling cut opens my hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In its cold metal do I oddly begin to confide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Excruciating in measure, its pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yet it comforts me through its deafening stain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.For this reaver of individuation&lt;br /&gt;Seeps through and awakens creation&lt;br /&gt;You have been sleepwalking amongst the land&lt;br /&gt;Connected to all, down to every last strand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Awaken from the dream or dream while awake&lt;br /&gt;Reserve yourself forever or put it all at stake&lt;br /&gt;Choosing the side that suits your reality&lt;br /&gt;Or destroying it, rise to your destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Like the branches of a tree&lt;br /&gt;Cringe into infinity, set yourself free&lt;br /&gt;You are not confined to your seed&lt;br /&gt;You are beyond your thought, word and deed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Time has captured you, hindered you still&lt;br /&gt;Its sands of regret have robbed you of the thrill&lt;br /&gt;You forget your true nature, your very origin&lt;br /&gt;To deny yourself, this is the only real sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.You have hid from your wings long enough&lt;br /&gt;You have what it takes, just the right stuff&lt;br /&gt;Abandon yourself no longer, instead forget&lt;br /&gt;Go beyond it all, even promise and regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.All things will reach its death, even you&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix of this Earth, burn an intense hue&lt;br /&gt;For you are the one that embraced death and life&lt;br /&gt;In this you are immortal, you accept even God's demise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-7096088847956344573?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/7096088847956344573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=7096088847956344573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7096088847956344573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7096088847956344573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-7.html' title='Seed 7'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1971873923400175631</id><published>2011-02-23T14:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:11:22.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.The vines and roots.. the soil underneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Shadow-rooted they attach and absorb my belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My reality, my assumption.. it was all my Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I look amidst the void and begin to feel the seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What began as happenstance, an often occurrence&lt;br /&gt;Transitioned to a twisted, emotional insurance&lt;br /&gt;The doors to our truths were shut tight&lt;br /&gt;For our poisons began to invade and spread fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The courtyard of our fond existence&lt;br /&gt;Was uprooted, its foliage extinguished&lt;br /&gt;The passion flame which warmed our days&lt;br /&gt;Became shrouded, its valley all a haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The pedals upon the cherry blossomed trees fell&lt;br /&gt;They burned landing upon the brimstone of this new Hell&lt;br /&gt;This was not our vision yet all too real&lt;br /&gt;This pain was above our realm of knowing to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Memories became anguish, longing and regret&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares relived, unchanged.. trying to forget&lt;br /&gt;The truth and lies are all meshed into a discord&lt;br /&gt;Our connection and health is taxed what we can't afford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Death would seem a great gift out of this torture&lt;br /&gt;Begging for a change if symphony, a new overture&lt;br /&gt;Alas, this is our new land and home&lt;br /&gt;We are doomed to ravage these soils, to desperately roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I was once an angel alongside you, my love&lt;br /&gt;We engraved the eternal star-crossed above&lt;br /&gt;Now as all stars we have met our destined fall&lt;br /&gt;Are we truly lost, or have we found the be-all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-1971873923400175631?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/1971873923400175631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=1971873923400175631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1971873923400175631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1971873923400175631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-6.html' title='Seed 6'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-6893184677205797919</id><published>2011-02-23T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:09:55.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.I fall.. I fall.. reaching out to yearn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;With an innocence tainted soon will I learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The attempt at capture of this unimaginable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I hit the ground, no longer am I capable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I began a squire serving the Queen named Desire&lt;br /&gt;She was just until the day she threw me into the fire&lt;br /&gt;For in her reasoning there was a crime committed&lt;br /&gt;I had opened up completely with nothing omitted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Her servants named Unsure and Afraid&lt;br /&gt;Signaled the executioner as he was waved&lt;br /&gt;For what was I severed? Give me the reason&lt;br /&gt;Why did you see my love as a condemned treason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.As the axe of despair grimed its cold sheer&lt;br /&gt;Upon my mind of love for you, turned fear&lt;br /&gt;Separate were we now, as was I apart&lt;br /&gt;Blackened were the days of us, coupled with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Your faceless expression was never seen&lt;br /&gt;You ran away from what you feared might have been&lt;br /&gt;Into the night did you exile my soul&lt;br /&gt;My joy, my pride, my confidence you stole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Oh, wretched ruler of the feared&lt;br /&gt;You know not what you did nor where I was steered&lt;br /&gt;For upon my final breath of this shelled world&lt;br /&gt;Did I meet the Face of true Justice, our destinies swirled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.This specter of the end, this granter of the beyond&lt;br /&gt;Resurrected me into a Death Knight, a grim new bond&lt;br /&gt;My love, you tore me apart at my very zenith&lt;br /&gt;Soon the hour strikes, your appointment with the Dark Phoenix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-6893184677205797919?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/6893184677205797919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=6893184677205797919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6893184677205797919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6893184677205797919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-5.html' title='Seed 5'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-5561314707389021615</id><published>2011-02-23T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:09:55.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.Deep to the core of the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The feeling of you as it gets worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It chokes me, provokes me, leaves me restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The pain does not subside..it becomes my tempest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Like two one winged angels flying together&lt;br /&gt;Soaring to the top with the belief of forever&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that can cease their destiny&lt;br /&gt;Are the vultures of doubt, gouging what they see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The predators of doubt and fear&lt;br /&gt;Hover above the two, cradling them near&lt;br /&gt;The skies that were clear and paved&lt;br /&gt;Clouded and darkened what couldn't be saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The bounded ascendants panicked as they were met&lt;br /&gt;Confronted by their inner shadows, they'd soon forget&lt;br /&gt;Relinquished would be their memories, history were they&lt;br /&gt;A faint recollection they'd become upon a distant day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.These inner turmoils pecked and ravaged at our surface&lt;br /&gt;We feared the worst and indeed created this dreaded preface&lt;br /&gt;Our downfall was lead by our merged nightmare&lt;br /&gt;It decayed us into a realm of a certainty that was unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.In this overshadowed justice was a system controlled&lt;br /&gt;We were the judge and executioner; we killed and overruled&lt;br /&gt;The victim and culprit were one in the same&lt;br /&gt;As we gazed our eyes once more, we knew who was to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.The very angels which had longed of Heaven forever&lt;br /&gt;Now were destined to face its walls crumble and dismember&lt;br /&gt;Along with it went the foundation of its stronghold&lt;br /&gt;Shooting stars are said to have been this kingdom's mold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-5561314707389021615?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/5561314707389021615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=5561314707389021615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5561314707389021615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5561314707389021615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-4.html' title='Seed 4'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-4586565004448583103</id><published>2011-02-23T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:09:55.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.The last glimmer of light sparks its last tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As it is vortexed into the canvas of its fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The heart that beat for an original purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Creates itself anew while its shell forever nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Shattered, scattered, dispersed are we&lt;br /&gt;The shards and remnants of your innards are free&lt;br /&gt;Was that throbbing core which malfunctioned your heart?&lt;br /&gt;It appears that it's better off torn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Reliance on anything or anyone may prove frivolous&lt;br /&gt;To place what you lost in someones hands sounds marvelous&lt;br /&gt;This is the fairy tale told by the angels above&lt;br /&gt;This is the story no longer believed even by its purest dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.You see us all as we are down here&lt;br /&gt;You see us broken but without fear&lt;br /&gt;We are not a mirror of illusion or deceit&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones that laugh at victory and deny defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Minuscule are what we have become through demise&lt;br /&gt;Humbled are we through the balanced release of the wise&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is not found in the heartless shell of ours&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is there, indeed the void are our powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What say you, traveler from the high ground?&lt;br /&gt;To what are you attached? To what is your essence bound?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to let go of what you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to tread the journey near and far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.You feel you are not equipped for this road&lt;br /&gt;I say all that you need is lost within this mode&lt;br /&gt;You are more than what you were, fallen warrior&lt;br /&gt;It is beyond what you will do for yourself or for her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-4586565004448583103?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/4586565004448583103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=4586565004448583103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4586565004448583103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4586565004448583103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-3.html' title='Seed 3'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-243460793491849237</id><published>2011-02-23T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:09:55.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.As I began my maniacal laughter, it all began to surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The lid that slowly creeped served as my dark preface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What was remembered as good.. as a beacon of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Was but a stepping stone for my soul to don the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Pandora knew my face the day he created&lt;br /&gt;The box which is home to all loved and hated&lt;br /&gt;Endless mold of the emoted damned and divine&lt;br /&gt;Swarming through this ocean I knew they were all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.We all are adjust to the fine air above&lt;br /&gt;We all believe in the comfort and cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;Yet what does one do when those needs are lost&lt;br /&gt;The substance of what we are, we'd have it at any cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Are we born of the light? Is it what we are?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we thrown away from it, so harsh and so far?&lt;br /&gt;This I ask of you, Keeper of discord&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of all that you hoard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.You stand there before me silent with no answer&lt;br /&gt;The undending question, this quest became my cancer&lt;br /&gt;You show no remark and hold a quiet chill&lt;br /&gt;While I let the toxic in and allow it to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I have no fear while injecting the disease&lt;br /&gt;All this time I have pretended to be at ease&lt;br /&gt;At last I will take the first step to the end&lt;br /&gt;No more lies or masks, The Reaper Grim I will befriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What I have opened you must know was always there&lt;br /&gt;I thought life would be happy, truly without a care&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the road, I am met by the dark guide&lt;br /&gt;I reach for his hand, leaving the world that lied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-243460793491849237?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/243460793491849237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=243460793491849237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/243460793491849237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/243460793491849237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-2.html' title='Seed 2'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-6375231422115641705</id><published>2011-02-23T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:09:55.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seed 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.In order to fully live you must embrace its demise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The twins of death and life are born of compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thoughts of bad and good are labels of the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tread with thine inner eyes, and become divinely blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.You will then begin to see the path and journey&lt;br /&gt;The trails of who you are will unfold for you to believe&lt;br /&gt;What you deny, what you embrace&lt;br /&gt;They are neither a blessing or disgrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.These forks and roads are what you decide&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason to run from them, nor hide&lt;br /&gt;They are simply what forms from the inner you&lt;br /&gt;They are the meaning you give them, the only thing true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Whethered and tired, you tread down the path&lt;br /&gt;You continue regardless of the bliss or wrath&lt;br /&gt;Outside motives are of no use&lt;br /&gt;They will lead you astray, into abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Heed wisely with awareness where you go&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the way, remember what you know&lt;br /&gt;You are more than a traveler, you go beyond&lt;br /&gt;You are the connection, the eternal bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Whom you meet, what you may face&lt;br /&gt;Take it all in, keep what matters in place&lt;br /&gt;The puzzle of who you are, what underlies&lt;br /&gt;It is found within, it soars to the endless skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.The road less traveled but fully explored&lt;br /&gt;The one you saw clearly but ended up ignored&lt;br /&gt;Be without regrets for you have truly lived&lt;br /&gt;You are the journey of love, the everlasting that you give&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-6375231422115641705?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/6375231422115641705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=6375231422115641705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6375231422115641705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6375231422115641705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seed-1.html' title='Seed 1'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-2588082692907034329</id><published>2011-02-23T13:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:09:55.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Seeds&quot; Epic Poem'/><title type='text'>Seeds (Main Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is hands down the most titanic poem I've ever written. 49 stanzas is not what makes it so vast. It's pretty large at 49 stanzas alone, yes. However, each of these 49 stanzas I stemmed off as the first stanza of 49 additional, separate poems. Each additional stemmed poem is 7 stanzas long. That's 343 stanzas total! This is my first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;epic poem&lt;/span&gt;..  that's pretty.. epic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.In order to fully live you must embrace its demise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The twins of death and life are born of compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thoughts of bad and good are labels of the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tread with thine inner eyes, and become divinely blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2.As I began my maniacal laughter, it all began to surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The lid that slowly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; served as my dark preface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What was remembered as good.. as a beacon of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Was but a stepping stone for my soul to don the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3.The last glimmer of light sparks its last tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vortexed&lt;/span&gt; into the canvas of its fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The heart that beat for an original purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Creates itself anew while its shell forever nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4.Deep to the core of the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The feeling of you as it gets worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It chokes me, provokes me, leaves me restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The pain does not subside..it becomes my tempest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5.I fall.. I fall.. reaching out to yearn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;With an innocence tainted soon will I learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The attempt at capture of this unimaginable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I hit the ground, no longer am I capable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;6.The vines and roots.. the soil underneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Shadow-rooted they attach and absorb my belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My reality, my assumption.. it was all my Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I look amidst the void and begin to feel the seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;7.A chilling cut opens my hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In its cold metal do I oddly begin to confide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Excruciating in measure, its pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yet it comforts me through its deafening stain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;8.You see me through the eyes of my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What you fail to see is that they didn't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For in their denial did they begin to cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The dark light behind the screen, emanating fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;9.My whole life was I just a half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Living beneath an aftermath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Not whole, not complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ignorant to being obsolete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;10.To what do I look? A soul with false claim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That I shall remain untouched.. perfect, all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The great promise as told throughout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As I spit in the face of whom this shouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;11.Where are you? I search so desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My anger, my hatred, my fear- they grasp it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What once beat for you, the face of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A broken soul that fell from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;12.I held you dear, I gave my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I longed for you, we were apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lost forever.. then and once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now, I don't know where.. nor do I know when  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;13.Alone and lost.. I drifted dead further deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The absent core drew to me in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I cannot escape you, I can't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The poison seeps in so immense, so slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;14.The layers of flesh, the bone, the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Toxic with passion, consumed in its new role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We hurt when we love, now we love when we hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You forget which is last and which comes first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;15.All emotion combined and centered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Then suddenly released and dismembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Experienced, connected, remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;At a cross roads.. as you must be rendered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;16.In the middle, the unknown gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Here there is no night, there is no day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A twilight of emotion frozen throughout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Memories and regrets scurrying about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;17.What do you do? What do you become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The paths greatly feared I must soon succumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In them are the origins, the design of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In them are my soul, my heart seen crystal clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;18.They shine about in a way unlike reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You must let go of all logic in order to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For these dark gems of emotion and matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Must be engulfed into your being to shatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;19.Unlike light, they do not shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They do not come from you, they're mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I have created such paradox, such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;illogic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yet this dark emanation is above all cosmic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;20.I approach them slowly and enter within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Their circle of the nether, neither blessing or sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They are truths of the other, the side neglect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Unknown consciousness on which we never reflect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;21.The orbs dance about in a careless drift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The space in between creates an unseen rift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Symbiotes&lt;/span&gt; of a pain buried deep within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They drift about like mindless banshees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;22.One by one they begin to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;One by one do I feel burning from bottom to top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It is all my anguish, torment and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There was nowhere to go, no time left to borrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;23.Ready or not, willing or able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Something had to give to make this stable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Without heart I had nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I was beyond being broken, battered and bruised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;24.Tell me what you will, for I do not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Show me what you may, for I no longer grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Though I am dead I am not gone or deleted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I must see the truth even though I am depleted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;25.Are you truly ready to see what you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To confront what is near but was kept afar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We are what make up your heart, your love and will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We are what beats for you in health and when ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;26.What you think to be your heart you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The shell that was broken you try to sew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is not your heart as your body is not you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It is merely the surface of what beats true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;27.Do you care to fall deep and drown into remembrance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Or will you return having abandoned it all resurfaced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Are you willing to hurt to experience love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Or will you know a lesser shell and return above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;28.Take me, deliver me back to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I yearn for this more than any wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Stab me, break me, Disassemble me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Whatever it takes, however it need be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;29.Very well, brave wanderer.. here it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There is no escape or retreat from this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It is all or nothing.. none and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In this riddle you will no longer be missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;30.Unlock the dark trials and release the beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;By the end you will know it all and say the least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For in its shadow will you find your demise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You will be free, you will no longer walk with disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;31.To penetrate the pain you must not run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In fact you must realize you are both one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It is a gift misunderstood and feared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If only it were opened, if it were peered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;32.Would you take me into consideration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Would you admit your misinterpretation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You push me away, you look past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yet you run towards me in the end at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;33.The layers of who you were buried atop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Your construction, it crumbles as it drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A model of your vision of I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now beneath the new truth piled high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;34.Memories frozen and prismatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Reflected inward and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chasmic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Like a snowflake, each unique and precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Like a wound, cold and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;35.As I see what I am shown it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unfogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So much contained, it must be unclogged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Though beautiful and rare I must let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For it is no more, it is not mine to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;36.It hurts no more, it is just reactive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The beat automates, I must make it selective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I will forever be exposed for this is the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There is nothing to hide, not in night nor in day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;37.Who am I.. what i was? What I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Is my essence divine or is it damned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Curse or gift? Perhaps is it both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In this balance am I destined to loath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;38.They dance to me again and sing their song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They illuminate through nevermore where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It is not where anyone or anything can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Only what I lost can show me the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;39.How do you recapture what you have lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How can you say I love you to what you tossed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How do you solve the riddle with no answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How do you become once more one with her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;40.I pray to you, light of the dark, Gods of this realm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I do not know, I cannot remember.. I am overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Relinquish me for all that I am, for it is of no value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Break it all, myself the whole I am not true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;41.Strength, honor, devotion, what of these?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Are they true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;valor&lt;/span&gt; or just an unnecessary tease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dissect me and all of the walls around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Clear the fog, open my core for all to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;42.They speak to me through their shade and sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They emit like arrows towards me unbound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Gouge me my children, you must shake me awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Guide me my parents, do so at any stake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;43.Misty and silent.. awaiting my arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It was there.. it outlived my survival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You are my final door, my last chapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Past and present, here thereafter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;44.You.. who have come so far at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You.. who have lived here and passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You have sought me for so long and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You confront me in finale, as you give your last bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;45.Do you even remember? Do you know who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you believe in this dream, or see it as scam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you leave this to your imagination?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you see me as your very own creation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;46.To what do you owe your eyes, stranger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Have they guided you towards destiny or a grave danger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How do you choose to see me now? Real or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Am I your enemy or am I all that you've got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;47.You see me enveloped, covered by your own dismay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If you'd only believe, this cloak would be washed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If you could fathom that what served you then, weighs you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If you would see again, if you'd just allow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;48.Look to the mirror, the only one open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Look to the light through the dark, out and in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You seek your answer? Do you really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Then look to it at last, see that it is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;49.Who am I you ask again? Forgetful till the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I am all that I am, all that I gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I gave it all, I broke it when false, I broke it when true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I am the heart we shared, I am the soul that is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-2588082692907034329?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/2588082692907034329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=2588082692907034329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2588082692907034329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2588082692907034329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/seeds-main-poem.html' title='Seeds (Main Poem)'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-883762028898403383</id><published>2011-02-23T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:25:46.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Nether Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-remmAg-AXA4/TWVSWiyE1nI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ytgeG_sCSOs/s1600/Nether%2BDragon%2BHNM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-remmAg-AXA4/TWVSWiyE1nI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ytgeG_sCSOs/s400/Nether%2BDragon%2BHNM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576954260815664754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oil on canvas, by Ramon Trif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was face to face with the unseen forces dormant within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Seven shades, each representing a trial of pain radiated into a formation.&lt;br /&gt;They slithered into what revealed itself to be The Nether Dragon, a fallen serpent which appeared before&lt;br /&gt;those unsure of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the base of the dragon stood the other little soul.&lt;br /&gt;The one who set out to find Sun, through countless endeavors along the way.&lt;br /&gt;All so she could remind him that he is the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun had shrouded himself in darkness to test how bright his heart could shine.&lt;br /&gt;Oni, knowing this figured a way to find him. She too enveloped herself in darkness and&lt;br /&gt;joined the dragon of nether to co-create the dark light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the dark rainbow they emanated a new spectrum of color, uncovering Sun to help complete his quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a year I felt the presence of the dark beast, watching and waiting in the abyss.&lt;br /&gt;It was its destiny to show me the way of my broken heart and renew my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I stood refined and reborn with a new palette of understanding and compassion.&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/1041158446871205144-883762028898403383?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/883762028898403383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=883762028898403383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/883762028898403383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/883762028898403383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/nether-dragon.html' title='Nether Dragon'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-remmAg-AXA4/TWVSWiyE1nI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ytgeG_sCSOs/s72-c/Nether%2BDragon%2BHNM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-2200863273244195858</id><published>2011-02-23T13:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:45:10.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>The Colossus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wxJXy3Mi1s/TWVR80k6jPI/AAAAAAAAAVU/OmiDgYWmim0/s1600/The%2BColossus%2BHNM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wxJXy3Mi1s/TWVR80k6jPI/AAAAAAAAAVU/OmiDgYWmim0/s400/The%2BColossus%2BHNM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576953818915704050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oil on canvas, by Ramon Trif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After searching the four corners of the Earth, He had found his friend at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A long hiatus initiated the giant's longing for his companion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Colossus, a divine beast from the heavens and protector of Earth. .Sun, Guardian of Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This titan roaming the lands symbolizes friendship and resiliency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His love and dedication throughout the journey exemplifies his faith in Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Compassion and loyalty are tested but in the end prevail through its honest efforts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mother once told me that, "you my son must be like a titan with your abilities."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took that to heart, inspiring me to create The Colossus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the symbol of my strength and friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to my friends, my mother and to that flame inside of me that burns for me to persevere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-2200863273244195858?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/2200863273244195858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=2200863273244195858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2200863273244195858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2200863273244195858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/colossus.html' title='The Colossus'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wxJXy3Mi1s/TWVR80k6jPI/AAAAAAAAAVU/OmiDgYWmim0/s72-c/The%2BColossus%2BHNM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-5663643386602481643</id><published>2011-02-23T13:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:28:14.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Tundra 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWWARxovf3o/TWVRmZ3SR-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/VXYbsDdH-oY/s1600/Tundra%2B2%2BColossus%2BHNM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWWARxovf3o/TWVRmZ3SR-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/VXYbsDdH-oY/s400/Tundra%2B2%2BColossus%2BHNM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576953433787877346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oil on canvas, by Ramon Trif&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/1041158446871205144-5663643386602481643?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/5663643386602481643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=5663643386602481643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5663643386602481643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5663643386602481643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/tundra-2.html' title='Tundra 2'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWWARxovf3o/TWVRmZ3SR-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/VXYbsDdH-oY/s72-c/Tundra%2B2%2BColossus%2BHNM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1557531312646726499</id><published>2011-02-23T13:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:26:46.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Phoenix Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0MDwbrXQu0/TWVRNHih4AI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zgnIOApb8wc/s1600/2%2BBirds%2BHNM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0MDwbrXQu0/TWVRNHih4AI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zgnIOApb8wc/s400/2%2BBirds%2BHNM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576952999372251138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oil on canvas, by Ramon Trif&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/1041158446871205144-1557531312646726499?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/1557531312646726499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=1557531312646726499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1557531312646726499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1557531312646726499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/phoenix-valley.html' title='Phoenix Valley'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0MDwbrXQu0/TWVRNHih4AI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zgnIOApb8wc/s72-c/2%2BBirds%2BHNM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-5950414776452004063</id><published>2011-02-23T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:25:13.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Kingdom of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYlbMzuY6Mc/TWVQnYuawKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gUwEYghky5I/s1600/Kingdom%2Bof%2BLight%2BHNM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYlbMzuY6Mc/TWVQnYuawKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gUwEYghky5I/s400/Kingdom%2Bof%2BLight%2BHNM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576952351150489762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oil on canvas, by Ramon Trif&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/1041158446871205144-5950414776452004063?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/5950414776452004063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=5950414776452004063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5950414776452004063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5950414776452004063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/kingdom-of-light.html' title='Kingdom of Light'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYlbMzuY6Mc/TWVQnYuawKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gUwEYghky5I/s72-c/Kingdom%2Bof%2BLight%2BHNM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-672795424896597830</id><published>2011-02-23T13:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:22:38.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Pandemonium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdWYwYcYceg/TWVPulCZ7UI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RmBAOPLBcNI/s1600/P1090261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdWYwYcYceg/TWVPulCZ7UI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RmBAOPLBcNI/s400/P1090261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576951375203003714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urWKCZ2Gmok/TWVPuT23W5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/vuHYeMV_tiE/s1600/P1090258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urWKCZ2Gmok/TWVPuT23W5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/vuHYeMV_tiE/s400/P1090258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576951370591198098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiF03CHJIUU/TWVPucAvfeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/zOOjNX1uu14/s1600/P1090257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiF03CHJIUU/TWVPucAvfeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/zOOjNX1uu14/s400/P1090257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576951372780109282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4sXwk4jL_Y/TWVPt0wvnuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Iow8P4bzfWg/s1600/Pandemonium%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4sXwk4jL_Y/TWVPt0wvnuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Iow8P4bzfWg/s400/Pandemonium%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576951362244026082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8wr0ty7Nm1Y/TWVPu5bE07I/AAAAAAAAAU0/vOcqsK5CBfA/s1600/P1090262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8wr0ty7Nm1Y/TWVPu5bE07I/AAAAAAAAAU0/vOcqsK5CBfA/s400/P1090262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576951380675187634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ink/ oil on canvas, by Alex Mercado &amp;amp; Ramon Trif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The minds of two deviators of creation springing open Heaven and Hell.&lt;br /&gt;Pandora’s Box had been unlocked, unleashing all its creatures upon a new world.&lt;br /&gt;The rip of its portal sent countless unmentionables forth to wreak havoc upon their will..&lt;br /&gt;Neither comprised of good or bad, the unmentionables were birthed of another force, an unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-672795424896597830?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/672795424896597830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=672795424896597830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/672795424896597830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/672795424896597830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/pandemonium.html' title='Pandemonium'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdWYwYcYceg/TWVPulCZ7UI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RmBAOPLBcNI/s72-c/P1090261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-5224589141025135953</id><published>2011-02-23T13:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:12:53.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Frozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yJY6fDxuUY/TWVNyi9MaVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OxZRR3r6_7g/s1600/Ice%2BPillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yJY6fDxuUY/TWVNyi9MaVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OxZRR3r6_7g/s400/Ice%2BPillar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576949244340496722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ink on paper, by Ramon Trif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buried are our emotions as we suppress them with our fears.&lt;br /&gt;We look the other way and deny our human birthright of experiencing hurt. Fear grips&lt;br /&gt;our heart and places its ice-cold hands upon it tightly. It is up to you to&lt;br /&gt;confront this chill and balance its temperature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-5224589141025135953?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/5224589141025135953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=5224589141025135953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5224589141025135953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/5224589141025135953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/frozen.html' title='Frozen'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yJY6fDxuUY/TWVNyi9MaVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OxZRR3r6_7g/s72-c/Ice%2BPillar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-3430891579016289359</id><published>2011-02-23T13:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:10:13.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Deepen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfHJFPuLD8U/TWVNZhfbidI/AAAAAAAAAUE/oCaM8upPQCg/s1600/Water%2BPillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfHJFPuLD8U/TWVNZhfbidI/AAAAAAAAAUE/oCaM8upPQCg/s400/Water%2BPillar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576948814450493906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;watercolor on watercolor paper, by Ramon Trif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How many tears have comprised your ocean of sorrow? We have all wept over the agony&lt;br /&gt;experienced in our lives. Whether it be through loss, an injustice or a reason too deep to be described.&lt;br /&gt;Many of us go on crying a river, but don’t dive into the meaning behind our sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-3430891579016289359?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/3430891579016289359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=3430891579016289359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3430891579016289359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/3430891579016289359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/deepen.html' title='Deepen'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfHJFPuLD8U/TWVNZhfbidI/AAAAAAAAAUE/oCaM8upPQCg/s72-c/Water%2BPillar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1630963909341864758</id><published>2011-02-23T13:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:08:14.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Heated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlCEjzxAC1M/TWVM1Vqm7YI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YXPJxksZuJI/s1600/Fire%2BPillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlCEjzxAC1M/TWVM1Vqm7YI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YXPJxksZuJI/s400/Fire%2BPillar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576948192800861570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;charcoal on board, by Ramon Trif&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you recall a time in your life when you were full of anger? Did you ever feel&lt;br /&gt;so infuriated to the point of no relief? Many bottle their anger and build pressure upon their being.&lt;br /&gt;I invite you to practice acknowledging your anger and releasing it in a productive way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-1630963909341864758?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/1630963909341864758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=1630963909341864758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1630963909341864758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1630963909341864758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/heated.html' title='Heated'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlCEjzxAC1M/TWVM1Vqm7YI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YXPJxksZuJI/s72-c/Fire%2BPillar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-4260694540455810158</id><published>2011-02-23T12:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:04:56.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Rooted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx36n0IG8H8/TWVJrDD24XI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4a2OqvHK5F8/s1600/Earth%2BPillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx36n0IG8H8/TWVJrDD24XI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4a2OqvHK5F8/s400/Earth%2BPillar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576944717472915826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                 oil on canvas, by Ramon Trif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throughout life one may detach themselves from the foundation of who they are.&lt;br /&gt;When struck with fear or pain it is difficult to endure.&lt;br /&gt;I invite you to stay rooted with your struggles the next time you encounter pain in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-4260694540455810158?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/4260694540455810158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=4260694540455810158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4260694540455810158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4260694540455810158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/rooted.html' title='Rooted'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx36n0IG8H8/TWVJrDD24XI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4a2OqvHK5F8/s72-c/Earth%2BPillar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-6565969652601328497</id><published>2011-02-23T12:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:28:10.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Fifth Corner of the Earth: Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MrWVAM3pgAw/TWVDcHfdhAI/AAAAAAAAATs/j6f8ZQmTteg/s1600/Fifth%2BCorner%2BSANCTUARY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MrWVAM3pgAw/TWVDcHfdhAI/AAAAAAAAATs/j6f8ZQmTteg/s400/Fifth%2BCorner%2BSANCTUARY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576937863894631426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifth Corner of the Earth: SANCTUARY"&lt;br /&gt;oil landscape on canvas, by Ramon Trif&lt;br /&gt;* to be displayed at Heaven No More&lt;br /&gt;(secretly released statement by Niles Willow published in The I.S.A.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...  I was contacted by a Professor Ioan Librescu, head of what is know as  The Illuminated Society. He took a profound interest in my Colossus  sightings and renderings. He invited me to his home to speak to me about  all that took place these past couple of weeks. He offered me some  coffee, we exchanged words and then he had asked me to paint what I  originally saw that historic night. He wanted to see the beast itself. I  have to confess something here and now.. it is something that Professor  Librescu encouraged me to do. I feel it is the right thing as well. The  Four Corners series was rendered from multiple sightings of The  Colossus throughout the far regions of this Earth. If you notice,  though.. there is something missing in all my pieces.. The Colossus  himself. It is obvious in spotting the marks this titan had left behind  in all the land masses.. the footsteps, the trees pushed out of the way,  molten lava disrupted, the ocean ripped apart.. yet, I did not paint  The Colossus in these settings. The reason being was I didn't think the  world was ready to see such a celestial being bestow itself upon this  reality out of nowhere. It just seemed so sudden. Still... I feel it's  my destiny ever since witnessing this divine giant to rightfully portray  it just as I, myself saw it that night in New York City. Another thing  is, The Four Corners paintings were sightings of The Colossus days  before I had witnessed it, it appears. I come to the conclusion that St.  Patrick's Church is in fact The Colossus' final destination in its  journey for its friend. It graced its steeple with such care and  relief.. it appeared as though it was a familiar sanctuary to it. I  don't know.. all I know is, this is what I saw in all its glory and  truth that night.. I hope to see it again.. it brings me a strange  peace.. as if the world is safe when it's around.. Huh. How funny, this  world..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-6565969652601328497?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/6565969652601328497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=6565969652601328497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6565969652601328497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/6565969652601328497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/fifth-corner-of-earth-sanctuary.html' title='Fifth Corner of the Earth: Sanctuary'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MrWVAM3pgAw/TWVDcHfdhAI/AAAAAAAAATs/j6f8ZQmTteg/s72-c/Fifth%2BCorner%2BSANCTUARY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-7207591797238748698</id><published>2011-02-23T12:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:25:53.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Four Corners of the Earth: Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZAPS8BfEUw/TWVCt7s2leI/AAAAAAAAATk/moYHGk4-q-g/s1600/Four%2BCorners%2BHORIZON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZAPS8BfEUw/TWVCt7s2leI/AAAAAAAAATk/moYHGk4-q-g/s400/Four%2BCorners%2BHORIZON.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576937070455592418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Four Corners of the Earth: HORIZON"&lt;br /&gt;oil landscape on canvas, by Ramon Trif&lt;br /&gt;* to be displayed at Heaven No More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(direct quote from Niles Willow from The Gilde, newspaper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...  with my last release of the almighty Colossus sightings I leave you all  with a rather hopeful conclusion. After all the criticisms of the  media, fellow artist, scientists, religions.. the fact remains that I'm  not the only one seeing this divine beast. It was lastly spotted by an  islander in the far east. This beautiful sunset to me represents a  foreigner's journey in search of a long-time friend come to a close. I  feel we all can observe something remarkably beautiful about all this..  if someone of another realm is willing to stop at nothing to find  someone dear to it.. we as humans would be wise to remember our own  roots of love and dedication. If this Colossus ever reveals itself to us  or not along with its partner, I feel this world is not alone and that  it is in good hands, being guarded."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-7207591797238748698?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/7207591797238748698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=7207591797238748698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7207591797238748698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/7207591797238748698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/four-corners-of-earth-horizon.html' title='Four Corners of the Earth: Horizon'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZAPS8BfEUw/TWVCt7s2leI/AAAAAAAAATk/moYHGk4-q-g/s72-c/Four%2BCorners%2BHORIZON.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-8123631087420667337</id><published>2011-02-23T12:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:25:26.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Four Corners of the Earth: Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAeHlz9g568/TWVB24uXH1I/AAAAAAAAATc/WIZHj7t9H74/s1600/Four%2BCorners%2BVALLEY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAeHlz9g568/TWVB24uXH1I/AAAAAAAAATc/WIZHj7t9H74/s400/Four%2BCorners%2BVALLEY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576936124763807570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Four Corners of the Earth: VALLEY"&lt;br /&gt;oil landscape on canvas, by Ramon Trif&lt;br /&gt;* to be displayed at Heaven No More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(article taken from The Gilde, newspaper):&lt;br /&gt;...  Niles Willow, the well-known artist turned phenomenon in the recent  weeks over his sitings of the elusive "Colossus" releases his third  installment. Willow left information to our press regarding his latest  piece. He has stated that the "Colossus" will stop at nothing it appears  to find his master. It has left enormous foot prints in this  South-Eastern volcanic valley, just after its nearby volcano erupted. It  is assumed that it is impervious to much of the elements. Perhaps it is  in its ancient metallic armor that The Colossus gains his strength...  one more release is highly anticipated from Niles this week.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-8123631087420667337?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/8123631087420667337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=8123631087420667337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8123631087420667337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/8123631087420667337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2011/02/four-corners-of-earth-valley.html' title='Four Corners of the Earth: Valley'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAeHlz9g568/TWVB24uXH1I/AAAAAAAAATc/WIZHj7t9H74/s72-c/Four%2BCorners%2BVALLEY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-5471961620385115045</id><published>2010-12-28T18:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T18:29:31.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>"Encounter"</title><content type='html'>These eyes that try to see&lt;br /&gt;These hands holding you and he&lt;br /&gt;These legs that help you flee&lt;br /&gt;These chains that bind thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek what is innately yours&lt;br /&gt;You scour the world's seven shores&lt;br /&gt;All you want is what we all need&lt;br /&gt;Though it is not to be captured, it is to be freed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You whisper in your heart what you don't need&lt;br /&gt;You yearn for what is embedded in your very seed&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of one, the unity divine&lt;br /&gt;I know all too well, I used to call it mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old soul has seen much&lt;br /&gt;I've felt life's promise, down to its touch&lt;br /&gt;I too need nothing but go on for one reason&lt;br /&gt;If I never see it, my life will be a treason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the source of Heaven's Sun&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen, there I have become&lt;br /&gt;What I must, this ash of the sacred&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of this phoenix, now kindred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow soul that has traveled light and dark&lt;br /&gt;Forget all that you foresee, all that you've embarked&lt;br /&gt;Reclaim what you think is no more&lt;br /&gt;A secret I will share.. look within, gentle soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not need, but indeed you desire&lt;br /&gt;As have I for too long, an eternal fire&lt;br /&gt;An answer I had wished to give someone on my path&lt;br /&gt;Live life fully, forget its aftermath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-5471961620385115045?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/5471961620385115045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=5471961620385115045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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2010'/><title type='text'>1: "I Feel Immortal", Tarja</title><content type='html'>#1: "I Feel Immortal", by Tarja Turunen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It was a close call deciding what number 1 would be. It was between "The Catalyst" and "I Feel Immortal". Though both equally powerful in its concept and conveying of a message, what did it for me was that I cried when listening to this song. I not only cried, I sobbed. Yeah, I admit.. I'm not one to hide my emotions, but this one really struck a chord with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw myself as that child growing up through life's obstacles and becoming of age. I heard it through the lyrics as well. That's what made this song the most meaningful to me.. it hit me on all ends. I related to the boy becoming a man, falling in love only to lose that.. all the while having to continuously climb up that mountain and face life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words "I feel immortal" reach the deepest realm of my heart. It conveyed the truth that no matter what one may go through in life.. pain, love, growing up.. we all share a common ground.. the journey of it all. In that journey do we remember ourselves and realize our worth and immortality. The soul is ever so valiant and enduring in its efforts. Tarja is my all time favoritefemale vocalist. A stunning, masterful piece. Thank you for it. &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="350" height="227" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q-IeeDekU_c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-4259047333471600084?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/4259047333471600084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=4259047333471600084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4259047333471600084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/4259047333471600084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-i-feel-immortal-tarja_14.html' title='1: &quot;I Feel Immortal&quot;, Tarja'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/q-IeeDekU_c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-1704892109707108565</id><published>2010-12-14T06:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:31:51.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 3 Songs of 2010'/><title type='text'>2: "The Catalyst", Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>#2: "The Catalyst" by Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Linkin Park has been one of my favorite bands since High School. I've always related my pain within their songs. There's much substance and meaning to every word, note and detail on their work. They take a unique approach in displaying their emotions and messages through music, video and art (yes, art.. their album covers and menus kick ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their song, Catalyst is visually intoxicating in the highest regard. It has an apocalyptic atmosphere coupled with a submersed hope within humanity. There's a strong sense of drowning and suffocating throughout the video. Many people most likely can relate to that feeling in life.. as if there is no hope, it's over.. yet we go on. We struggle to breathe, but breathe and live we will. Perhaps that glimmer of hope will be just enough to rebuild what was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="350" height="227" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/51iquRYKPbs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-1704892109707108565?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/1704892109707108565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=1704892109707108565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1704892109707108565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/1704892109707108565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_14.html' title='2: &quot;The Catalyst&quot;, Linkin Park'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/51iquRYKPbs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-797764694656851957</id><published>2010-12-14T06:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:36:25.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 3 Songs of 2010'/><title type='text'>3: "Entre Moi", Qntal</title><content type='html'>This is my personal top 3 list of songs listened to in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Music impacts my life tremendously through the emotions it stirs and the inspiration it provides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I listen to many types of music and a huge playlist, these are my 3 most memorable works:&lt;br /&gt; #3: "Entre Moi (Et Mon Amin)" by Qntal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When I listen to the lyrics of this unknown language I resonate with the emotion behind it. Since I cannot emphasize a literal translation to the lyrics, the feeling of the song connects easily and on a higher level with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like the start of a journey when listening to it. I always imagine myself entering a forest.. you can smell the sweet fragrance of the summer leaves. There is an "ancient" feel to the time of this world. I encounter a beautiful woman with a mysterious aura. We are intrigued and inclined to find out who we are. It plays on a sort of playful chase back and forth to finding each other. There is an innocence and purity to its romance. We embrace and feel as if we've known each other since the beginning of time. Reunited and rekindled, we couple off into the depths and beauty of nature.. to simply be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="350" height="227" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D_Yc5SQ-ROk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-797764694656851957?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/797764694656851957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=797764694656851957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/797764694656851957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/797764694656851957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-entre-moi-qntal.html' title='3: &quot;Entre Moi&quot;, Qntal'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/D_Yc5SQ-ROk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-110066073207315155</id><published>2010-11-25T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:34:23.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, my Loves</title><content type='html'>Year after year, the day we know as Thanksgiving arrives. This is the holiday, or "holy day" in which appreciation is honored. We say "thanks" and "give" in tribute to the spirit of the love that we are. We celebrate abundance through many friends, our families and hoards of food! We remember all that may pass us by so quickly on this day. We release what we treasure and watch over in our hearts with the loved ones dear to us. Let us express thanks in any/ every way we know in our hearts to be true. Let unity along with each soul's special essence shine and hold through today and forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone in my life, those no longer in my life, those yet to come in my life.. I am grateful for all of it, all that you gave and allowed me to give.&lt;br /&gt;I am able to be myself truly through all of you..  this is my greatest thanks and eternal remembrance of you all. My heart lies in each and everyone of you. My spirit is entrusted in the best of all homes.. all of you... my heart. I Love You All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Ramon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-110066073207315155?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/110066073207315155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=110066073207315155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/110066073207315155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/110066073207315155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you-my-loves.html' title='Thank you, my Loves'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041158446871205144.post-2173964923464508042</id><published>2010-11-22T23:11:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:58:18.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Four Corners of the Earth: Tundra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HiclqUyf1N8/TOs_EqTOEtI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4eG4NVtBukk/s1600/Four%2BCorners%2BTUNDRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HiclqUyf1N8/TOs_EqTOEtI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4eG4NVtBukk/s400/Four%2BCorners%2BTUNDRA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542593115716457170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root" id="id_4ce6177c749893c05650516"&gt;"Four Corners of the Earth: Tundra"&lt;br /&gt;oil landscape on canvas, by Ramon Trif&lt;br /&gt;* to be displayed at Heaven No More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(quote taken from The Gilde, newspaper):&lt;br /&gt;".. I just couldn't wait in accordance to my manager's advice.. the people must see this! The Colossus is making fast track across the far ends of our planet! This beast from the gods cannot be denied.. to do so is such ignorance and a true blasphemy.. this is a rare beauty of unspeakable proportion... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(... according to Niles' rant, he is to release his pieces of the set entitled: "Colossus, the Four Corners" sooner than anticipated. He is getting massive press coverage and criticism from the art and science communities. Niles informed us that his latest rendering was portrayed from an e-mailed description from Alaska)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041158446871205144-2173964923464508042?l=ramontrif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/feeds/2173964923464508042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1041158446871205144&amp;postID=2173964923464508042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2173964923464508042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1041158446871205144/posts/default/2173964923464508042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramontrif.blogspot.com/2010/11/four-corners-of-earth-tundra.html' title='Four Corners of the Earth: Tundra'/><author><name>Ramon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288327070778333265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j73i2RfK00w/Th5aILXNO4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JoGd_P4EFxw/s220/FB%2BProfile%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HiclqUyf1N8/TOs_EqTOEtI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4eG4NVtBukk/s72-c/Four%2BCorners%2BTUNDRA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
