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		<title>I am</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[                                                                                                                                                                 I am neutral and natural                                                   I see the flowers in the early morning                                                I want to control the world with my mind                                                              I am neutral and natural                                                               I pretend to be somebody                                                              I feel power inside me                                                                    I touch the world                                                              I worried if am [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=cutejose.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1415413&amp;post=9&amp;subd=cutejose&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                         I am neutral and natural</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                  I see the flowers in the early morning</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                               I want to control the world with my mind</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                             I am neutral and natural</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman"> </font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                            I pretend to be somebody</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                             I feel power inside me</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                                   I touch the world </font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                             I worried if am going to die</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                         I cry that all the best moment have passed</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                                  I am neutral and natural</font></p>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                    I understand that nobody is perfect </font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                               I say anything</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                   I dream to become successful in life</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                              I try on my writing</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                 I hope that temple will continue twa</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                                                           I am neutral and natural</font></p>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">                           To be awake is to be alive but I have never met a man who is quite awake</font></p>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><span><font face="Times New Roman">                                                   This poem is for TWA I hope everyone like it</font></span></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have been searching for my girlfriends Alicia that got kidnapped two years ago. The cops and everyone in my family have searched every where in New York City and we still weren’t able to find her. I went through a lot in my two years of searching for Alicia. Two of my best friends passed [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=cutejose.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1415413&amp;post=8&amp;subd=cutejose&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I have been searching for my girlfriends Alicia that got kidnapped two years ago.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">The cops and everyone in my family have searched every where in </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">New York City</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> and we still weren’t able to find her. I went through a lot in my two years of searching for Alicia. Two of my best friends passed away the same day that my girlfriend got kidnapped.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">She has never contacted me to let me know where she is. I don’t know why she never contacts me but I know it is not like her to not contact me. Alicia was the type of girl that will give a call even when she mad at me.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I was ready to give up on searching for her until when I went on my Myspace profile. I spend almost everyday on Myspace looking if she created a Myspace profile. She was this type of person that thinks that Myspace is a bad web site. I search and search and I wasn’t able to find anything about her. Alicia think a lot of people sign up for Myspace because they don’t have anything to do and I didn’t agree with her because I think that Myspace is a web site that people sign up for because they want to stay in touch with their friends.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">So I decided to stop searching for her. After a month of not searching for her, I received a message from a screen name</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> “Me”. Said how are you and how have you been. There was not picture of “me”. I replied back with my screen name.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Cute José: Who are you…?</span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">The sender didn’t reply back for a week. I was worried that it can be anybody in my family because I haven’t spoke to them for like a month since they move back to </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Canada</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> my home town. Or maybe one of my college friends, or maybe it was my little brother James who likes playing around with me. Since I didn’t know who the message from I decided to call all my friends and family and ask them about the message that I received.</span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Every one I spoke to had the same answer, that they didn’t send me a message from Myspace.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">A week passed and the sender decided to reply back to me.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Me: It is me Alicia Johnson, your girl friend.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Cute José:  Is this really you Alicia, where are you right now? Are you okay?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Me: I am in </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Philadelphia</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">; they brought us to </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Philadelphia</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> after they kidnapped me and my sister.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Cute José: Did they take your sister too? Did they hurt you and your sister? I am going to kill who ever did this!</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Me: My sister was killed when she tried to escape, but I only got cut when I was trying to escape. They say they will kill me if my family doesn’t bring two million dollars in the next 48 hours. I already contact my Parents and they said that they don’t have two million dollars in their account right now. You are my only hope. Please don’t call the police because some of them are involve in the knapping. It was all a set up. So please I need you to catch the next flight that goes to </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Philadelphia</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Cute José: I will be there just give me the name of the building where you right now and what do you me the police are involved?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Me: The building doesn’t have a name, all I know is that building is at </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Northeast Philadelphia</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">, I haven been out side for three months. They rape me and kill my sister. The only reason why am talking to you right now is because one of the cop that rape me has a laptop in his room. He is sleeping right now, that why am using it.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Cute José: I am sorry for everything, here is my new cell phone number (267-632-4233) call me if you get a chance to go out side and look for the street name. I will there tomorrow with my friend Samuel. He is a CIA officer.  I will see what he can for us.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Me: Okay thank you, please be careful because they have guns, I hope to see you, I love you, bye. As soon as she said I love you I felt pain in my heart, like I wanted to kill who ever did this to my girl. I was going to kill who ever did this. I contact my friend Samuel and I explained everything to him and he came to my house in </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">New York City</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> with his other friends that work for him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">We arrive at </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Philadelphia</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> at 1:00pm.  We waited for an hour in a hotel. As we were ready to leave I received a call from an unknown number. I answered the call and it was Alicia saying that name of the street is </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Woodland</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> and she turn off the phone. I told Samuel the name of the place where Alicia was and Samuel decided to call for back up. He called some of his other friends in </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Philadelphia</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> so they will help us out.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">We drove there and there was a police standing in front of the building. He was the first person that got killed. One of the guns that we used was called silencer (no sound).That why when we shoot the police that was in front on the gate, nobody inside the building didn’t hear the sound.</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">So we went in to the building and all the cops them was standing in front of us. The next thing that I remember was shooting. The cops them started shooting at us. Samuel was able to cover me so I can get in to building</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I went inside the building and I started screaming Alicia name. I was afraid that I will get kill, but I was okay with it because I was doing it for my one and only Alicia.</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">As I continue screaming Alicia name, I hear her voice from the second floor.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> I went up the and was locked in a room with groups of other people that got kidnapped. I break the door and every one that was in the room started running toward me. I fall on the floor and got up. As I got up I say Alicia beautiful face again. I felt like I was in heaven. I was happy like summer time.</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I kiss her and I said to her that I love.<span>  </span>As I kiss her I felt pain on her body. She started crying and I said that am going to kill who ever did this to you.</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">As we ran to the first floor I had a voice that said stop or I will kill her. As I turned I saw Jacob. Jacob was one of my school mates that always have to say something about anything that I do. I never knew why but he never liked me when were in high school.</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I looked at him and I said you bastard. Why are you doing this? He laughted and said if I say one more word he will kill Alicia. I was afraid at first, but after few second I said to him let Alicia go and let take care of they problem like a man.</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">He laughted again and walk closer to me with the gun. I was afraid that he was going to shoot me so I decided to push him on the floor and I told Alicia to run. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">She ran and left me and Jacob in the living room fighting each other.</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">We fight and Jacob was able to take the gun and shot me on my left arm. As he shot me I fell on the floor. I wasn’t able to do anything but to look at him when he pointed the gun in my face. As he was ready to shoot me that when came back in the living room and shot him right in his head.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span><font face="Times New Roman">My friend Samuel lost 15 of his friends because of the shooting that was going on. I was able to find Alicia and she kills Jacob because Jacob was trying to kill her only true lover Franklin.</font></span><font face="Times New Roman"><span>Me and Alicia was able to move to </span><span>Australia</span><span> were we started a new life.</span></font></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://alwayswonderingneverwandering.wordpress.com/">Those thoughts of mine</a> Well first of all is important looking at other people blog. Sometime a blog might related to the way you act or the things you go through in life.</p>
<p> What make interesting in this entry is that I your style of writing. You write in a poetry form. I like the way you focus on the girl when she was sleeping. Watching a beautiful lady sleeping next to you is wonderful. Also I like that you describe the &#8220;girl hair layed gently across your pillow&#8221;.</p>
<p> It remind me of my ex-girlfriend. The girl that I though was going to be my future wive. It feels good when you have somebody that love you laying next to you. But love comes and go so it not the end of the world. The only thing that I didn&#8217;t like about this entry is the theme. I think that you should have put something with images. But  you entry really touch me and of some one that  use to be in my life.</p>
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