<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:53:24.452-08:00</updated><category term='Fading Love'/><title type='text'>Essence of the Moment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-2052282660489790981</id><published>2008-01-19T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T09:50:39.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashbacks: 1995 in the Beginning</title><content type='html'>This is the year I started to submitting my poetry to publishers and poetry collections that were contests to get into their books that they had every year.  This was a time that I was in a transition in my life and I was in my first year of college and I was going through some life decisions that actually landed me here in Washington DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy this flashback into my life. You will be looking into a portal that will show you a passage to my heart in 1995.  Please enjoy these poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem I: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAIN FROM WITHIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain comes from many places&lt;br /&gt;Pain which hurts the most comes from within&lt;br /&gt;Pain is like a cancer that eats a little each time&lt;br /&gt;Pain grows each year until I die from the pain&lt;br /&gt;One day it will end my life&lt;br /&gt;Pain inflicts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt; of depression and guilt&lt;br /&gt;Pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someday&lt;/span&gt; gets to much and I explode&lt;br /&gt;Pain causes me to find ways to Relieve the Pain&lt;br /&gt;But Pain does not go away&lt;br /&gt;Just subsides until tomorrow or next week&lt;br /&gt;Pain is a disease that wont go away&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem 2: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotions of Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression comes from within&lt;br /&gt;Melancholy sets in first which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dampens&lt;/span&gt; the spirit of life&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow spreads affecting the heart first&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow spreads affecting the heart first&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow shuts down the heart and you retreat to within&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow starts affecting the brain making you think&lt;br /&gt;About what is wrong with you but really nothing is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It is just all in your head&lt;br /&gt;You must control your thoughts or else you will start&lt;br /&gt;Thinking bad thoughts like&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificing your life to relieve the depression&lt;br /&gt;You carry the depression the your grave when you take your life&lt;br /&gt;Depression must be overcome and destroyed by&lt;br /&gt;Talking to your friend your parents about your problems&lt;br /&gt;Depression can be destroyed only by you getting help&lt;br /&gt;Depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem 3: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dreams of beauty and imagination&lt;br /&gt;Dream worlds of creation and paradise&lt;br /&gt;Spirits of joy play within human minds&lt;br /&gt;Darkness arises around us&lt;br /&gt;Yet we lighten the night with our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Goals and Dreams are created&lt;br /&gt;At night within human complex lives&lt;br /&gt;The goal is easier to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;When you dream it first&lt;br /&gt;Most of all what is happier?&lt;br /&gt;To do your dreams and goals as you live&lt;br /&gt;Or to accomplish your dreams and goals&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are very beautiful&lt;br /&gt;To humans it is the most important&lt;br /&gt;Or to accomplish your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt; and goals.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;To humans it is the most important&lt;br /&gt;Without dreams life would end.&lt;br /&gt;To all the dreams&lt;br /&gt;May life bring your dreams to become true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem 4: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lonely Being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness filled my existence&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flutter&lt;/span&gt; upon my life&lt;br /&gt;Wondered for five years in Anguish and nights shadow&lt;br /&gt;As I wait for the right one that will grasp and cuddle my heart&lt;br /&gt;Along awaited love and lust&lt;br /&gt;As my soul awaits for the individual that can love me for the person&lt;br /&gt;I am in my being&lt;br /&gt;As my being dies each day I await for the loving soul that will take me&lt;br /&gt;To my eternal paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem 5: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grasping Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of confused filled ideas grasp my heart&lt;br /&gt;Remedies of past relationship imprison my mind&lt;br /&gt;Beauty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wrench's&lt;/span&gt; at my heart of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of beautiful loving memories fill my heart&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;filled&lt;/span&gt; memory corrupts my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;My light of vibrant love and logic fades away&lt;br /&gt;Mist of beauty and love slips into my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Falling into a hole of thought filled lions and tears at my spiritual&lt;br /&gt;being.&lt;br /&gt;I lose grasp and drop into a depression that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;imprisons&lt;/span&gt; my soul&lt;br /&gt;As my heart bleeds upon the fruit of emotional feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-2052282660489790981?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2052282660489790981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=2052282660489790981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/2052282660489790981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/2052282660489790981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2008/01/flashbacks-1995-in-beginning.html' title='Flashbacks: 1995 in the Beginning'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-3251603654823338550</id><published>2007-08-27T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T05:35:07.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Cool</title><content type='html'>In the morning dew&lt;br /&gt;How I feel the softens&lt;br /&gt;Softens of Mother earth&lt;br /&gt;How I feel her all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the fall coolness&lt;br /&gt;How I miss the summer moments&lt;br /&gt;But not the heat&lt;br /&gt;How I feel the lose of a soul&lt;br /&gt;I want to be touched again&lt;br /&gt;with beautiful memories&lt;br /&gt;Of time and space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I want to be loved&lt;br /&gt;How I want to be touched&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the blanket&lt;br /&gt;Of the winter nights&lt;br /&gt;Cold and to feel&lt;br /&gt;CIder of apples&lt;br /&gt;Families together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel my love&lt;br /&gt;At a distance&lt;br /&gt;How I miss the summers&lt;br /&gt;Of moments of life&lt;br /&gt;How I miss it all&lt;br /&gt;How I...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-3251603654823338550?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3251603654823338550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=3251603654823338550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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beauty&lt;br /&gt;Her locks of hair&lt;br /&gt;I peer into her heart felt eyes&lt;br /&gt;Beatuiful brown&lt;br /&gt;As deep as the deepest sea&lt;br /&gt;A sea of emotions and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I see my soul with you&lt;br /&gt;My love, I peer into you&lt;br /&gt;I Feel you all around&lt;br /&gt;Touch by you&lt;br /&gt;Loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthy Eyes&lt;br /&gt;A heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;Loving children&lt;br /&gt;Love me&lt;br /&gt;Touching me&lt;br /&gt;Feeling me&lt;br /&gt;grasping my feelings&lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As brown as the ground&lt;br /&gt;As ground as the rock below&lt;br /&gt;I peer upon the apexes of mountains life challenges&lt;br /&gt;And always know you will ground me&lt;br /&gt;With your soul and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep me on earth&lt;br /&gt;You keep me going&lt;br /&gt;You keep me from going 6 ft under&lt;br /&gt;Or bleeding my heart&lt;br /&gt;To death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I am touched&lt;br /&gt;Touched by you&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Those Earthly eyes&lt;br /&gt;That Earthly Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-6420921209929615035?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6420921209929615035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=6420921209929615035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/6420921209929615035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/6420921209929615035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/08/earthly-soul.html' title='Earthly Soul'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-4352450025416032199</id><published>2007-08-22T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T08:10:20.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooded Soul</title><content type='html'>Lost valor&lt;br /&gt;taken dreams&lt;br /&gt;A river of life&lt;br /&gt;As I fell off the stepping stones&lt;br /&gt;I felt pain in my bones&lt;br /&gt;as I fell upon the stones&lt;br /&gt;that broke my fall into the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never make it&lt;br /&gt;I was pushed&lt;br /&gt;I kicked in the face&lt;br /&gt;I was stabbed in the side&lt;br /&gt;with the dagger of cheating&lt;br /&gt;She stabbed me three times&lt;br /&gt;Three times so got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three times I fell&lt;br /&gt;I never made it.&lt;br /&gt;I was left for dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ravens waited&lt;br /&gt;as the river rapids&lt;br /&gt;took me each time from the shattering stepping stones&lt;br /&gt;Across to the bank of prosprity&lt;br /&gt;I cried&lt;br /&gt;No one heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my bones in my legs broken&lt;br /&gt;Snapping as I tried to get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe wave took me and I went under&lt;br /&gt;to sink deeper&lt;br /&gt;as the currents take me under&lt;br /&gt;Under I went&lt;br /&gt;darker and dark&lt;br /&gt;it became&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I was just floating there&lt;br /&gt;sinking.&lt;br /&gt;Sinking&lt;br /&gt;as My river of life&lt;br /&gt;Flooded&lt;br /&gt;Drowned&lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-4352450025416032199?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4352450025416032199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=4352450025416032199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/4352450025416032199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/4352450025416032199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/08/flooded-soul.html' title='Flooded Soul'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-6222931504857472283</id><published>2007-08-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T08:04:42.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Chisel</title><content type='html'>Rusty&lt;br /&gt;Marble dust all over&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;My studio a wreak&lt;br /&gt;Where is my creation?&lt;br /&gt;that Sculpture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;THe blurring gone away&lt;br /&gt;She, my sculpture&lt;br /&gt;Marble now flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tore my place about&lt;br /&gt;THe love, the beauty&lt;br /&gt;I gave her support&lt;br /&gt;I gave love&lt;br /&gt;I cooked; I cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last stike tore my chisel apart&lt;br /&gt;My hammer aflamed&lt;br /&gt;ashes metal and wood&lt;br /&gt;A tear hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I parish into the ground&lt;br /&gt;That broken chisel&lt;br /&gt;as I stare into the broken mirror&lt;br /&gt;A mirror of memories&lt;br /&gt;A mirror of broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;A path torn and over grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That broken chisel that shows our love&lt;br /&gt;Broken in two; No longer one&lt;br /&gt;But two separate people now&lt;br /&gt;broken&lt;br /&gt;two pieces&lt;br /&gt;of chisel&lt;br /&gt;broken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-6222931504857472283?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-8783811947440573987</id><published>2007-08-22T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T07:59:49.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd Rain</title><content type='html'>Drizzle of my tears&lt;br /&gt;Upon the dance of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Where is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say the sadness of rain&lt;br /&gt;Torques my heart&lt;br /&gt;Pulls my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Llike a sea journey&lt;br /&gt;always throwing my insides&lt;br /&gt;Insides into the sea&lt;br /&gt;For fish food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drizzling Moments&lt;br /&gt;Of Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Of Pain&lt;br /&gt;Love, used against me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuking my own lands&lt;br /&gt;Decieving me&lt;br /&gt;She did&lt;br /&gt;Tearing heart&lt;br /&gt;Using my own weapons&lt;br /&gt;To get me&lt;br /&gt;When I was not aware&lt;br /&gt;The weakest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 22nd rain&lt;br /&gt;Leaving impressions&lt;br /&gt;Upon my skin of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd&lt;br /&gt;Of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Heartfelt scares&lt;br /&gt;that whore&lt;br /&gt;Heartless pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting like a dog&lt;br /&gt;Humping anything that walks&lt;br /&gt;As she humps another married dog&lt;br /&gt;Not caring for other people feelings&lt;br /&gt;Not know the sadness&lt;br /&gt;The pain&lt;br /&gt;The wreakage all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That rain&lt;br /&gt;washing the dirt off&lt;br /&gt;Unburying a bone or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That rain&lt;br /&gt;of the 22nd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-8783811947440573987?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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oracles&lt;br /&gt;Of crystal balls&lt;br /&gt;Falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Dancing of moments&lt;br /&gt;From the past&lt;br /&gt;the present&lt;br /&gt;the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel the future all around&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of those&lt;br /&gt;Those summer nights&lt;br /&gt;Feeling her&lt;br /&gt;Next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is only a memory&lt;br /&gt;A rain drop&lt;br /&gt;From God&lt;br /&gt;From above&lt;br /&gt;From heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 21&lt;br /&gt;A day of memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-4040876125335916747?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4040876125335916747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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love&lt;br /&gt;A way to a field of lovers&lt;br /&gt;To play forever&lt;br /&gt;Because her father forsaken it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Guam&lt;br /&gt;There is a cliff&lt;br /&gt;Where lovers touch for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Under the stars and the moon&lt;br /&gt;Where the two lovers&lt;br /&gt;That fateful night&lt;br /&gt;To their souls of love&lt;br /&gt;Into the stars of&lt;br /&gt;The deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Of emotional thought&lt;br /&gt;Emotional love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the stars&lt;br /&gt;Of the night sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-7674120402565769747?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7674120402565769747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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life&lt;br /&gt;Played my partner on Double dragon&lt;br /&gt;It was hard at the time&lt;br /&gt;Easy now&lt;br /&gt;Or I hope&lt;br /&gt;If I ever play it again&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it came out for the Ninetdo 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days&lt;br /&gt;That Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Those Arcade games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latte stone of great Memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-7969912689335587490?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7969912689335587490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=7969912689335587490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rich diversity&lt;br /&gt;May changes and many modifications&lt;br /&gt;People of the jungle&lt;br /&gt;Of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Slinging stones&lt;br /&gt;Latte Stones to hold up their huts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooks made of Shell&lt;br /&gt;Palm branches to make a thatched roof&lt;br /&gt;Shelter from the rain&lt;br /&gt;A language of rich culture&lt;br /&gt;Of ancient Spanish dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of Asian origins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamorro similar but so different from Spanish dilect&lt;br /&gt;Chamorro that was almost wiped out during the Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Threaten to be extinct during the Japanese occupation&lt;br /&gt;A people of beauty&lt;br /&gt;A people of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Of the jungle&lt;br /&gt;Rich in catholism&lt;br /&gt;To the richness of WWII&lt;br /&gt;A culture of exotic wildlife to food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamorro&lt;br /&gt;A people of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Of the island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamorro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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it from there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing information&lt;br /&gt;Missing parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonders on a island&lt;br /&gt;Known as Guam&lt;br /&gt;Two hour ride around&lt;br /&gt;360 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Carpeted with jungle&lt;br /&gt;Latte stones standing tall&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in the dark green Jungles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latte stones made of stone&lt;br /&gt;From under water&lt;br /&gt;200 mile away in the middle of the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latte Stones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-4114322272962907091?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4114322272962907091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Dolphins jump naturally in the air&lt;br /&gt;Within my mind&lt;br /&gt;Within my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Missing those blankets of blue&lt;br /&gt;As clear as my soul could be&lt;br /&gt;As my mind feels the waves&lt;br /&gt;How I miss those ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;Upon my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Upon my Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waves&lt;br /&gt;Smiling Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;Flying in the blue&lt;br /&gt;Under my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Under my heart&lt;br /&gt;Crests of feelings&lt;br /&gt;Crest of thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear Ocean Blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-112054451942642509?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112054451942642509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-3287929115919528266</id><published>2007-08-08T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:08:45.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Shades</title><content type='html'>Staining Shadows of Grey&lt;br /&gt;Upon my soul of my paper&lt;br /&gt;Capturing my impressions of life&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the love and adoration&lt;br /&gt;Upon the soul of paper&lt;br /&gt;Taking on my interpretation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Lingering thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Upon my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Upon my hopes&lt;br /&gt;Grey&lt;br /&gt;Grey as the fuzziness&lt;br /&gt;Of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Of my soul&lt;br /&gt;As I draw my heart&lt;br /&gt;Bleed my impressions&lt;br /&gt;Upon the surface&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey shades&lt;br /&gt;Of what to understand&lt;br /&gt;Why do I fall in grey shades&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;Covering my soul&lt;br /&gt;As the drapes of&lt;br /&gt;life grasp my heart. &lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;Of one heart&lt;br /&gt;One soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shades&lt;br /&gt;Where my fears hide&lt;br /&gt;Where my hurt lies&lt;br /&gt;Grey&lt;br /&gt;As I linger in pain&lt;br /&gt;Upon the rock of thought&lt;br /&gt;Reflection&lt;br /&gt;What have I done&lt;br /&gt;As I finish the picture&lt;br /&gt;The drawing&lt;br /&gt;I break my pencil&lt;br /&gt;Stabbing my own heart&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I drew my feelings&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Upon the surface of my skin&lt;br /&gt;On my paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey Shades&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-3287929115919528266?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-8366457113416214495</id><published>2007-08-08T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:30:55.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oil</title><content type='html'>Red&lt;br /&gt;Turpentoid&lt;br /&gt;Oxen hair&lt;br /&gt;Brushing&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the air&lt;br /&gt;Touching the sky&lt;br /&gt;Grasping memories&lt;br /&gt;Creating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canvas Board&lt;br /&gt;Bleed with my heart&lt;br /&gt;My creative eye&lt;br /&gt;Tearing all over my creative surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Cadium&lt;br /&gt;all around&lt;br /&gt;under the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Draped upon the surface&lt;br /&gt;upon a apple&lt;br /&gt;Fabric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet Lake Purple&lt;br /&gt;brushed with emotions&lt;br /&gt;Bleed with the artist soul&lt;br /&gt;Love a women&lt;br /&gt;A scent of a woman's soul&lt;br /&gt;Round&lt;br /&gt;Corked&lt;br /&gt;Label chinese white&lt;br /&gt;A wine bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red ovalish&lt;br /&gt;3D&lt;br /&gt;Upon my canvas&lt;br /&gt;Shadowed&lt;br /&gt;Draped in black&lt;br /&gt;In yellows of the fabric&lt;br /&gt;A Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Blue&lt;br /&gt;Baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Touch my heart&lt;br /&gt;Touch my soul&lt;br /&gt;Loving you the thought all around me&lt;br /&gt;Your fasination of my gift&lt;br /&gt;From god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of painting&lt;br /&gt;Touching others&lt;br /&gt;With my gift&lt;br /&gt;Oil all over my soul&lt;br /&gt;as I sculpted the palette&lt;br /&gt;All over the surface that is flat&lt;br /&gt;but now structured and feeling three dimensional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil in my hair&lt;br /&gt;Oil in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Oil in my brush&lt;br /&gt;Oil on my Canvas&lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;My eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-8366457113416214495?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8366457113416214495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=8366457113416214495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/8366457113416214495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/8366457113416214495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/08/oil.html' title='Oil'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-5170186521826326483</id><published>2007-08-08T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:24:52.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philly</title><content type='html'>Geno's&lt;br /&gt;Memorial&lt;br /&gt;For Police officers&lt;br /&gt;Firefighters&lt;br /&gt;Since 1966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genuinely Steak&lt;br /&gt;Whiz upon my steak&lt;br /&gt;In a roll&lt;br /&gt;With good old hot sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philly&lt;br /&gt;9th street&lt;br /&gt;Traditional&lt;br /&gt;one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original&lt;br /&gt;Cheese french fries&lt;br /&gt;Italian Market&lt;br /&gt;Area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Play ground&lt;br /&gt;Public Restrooms&lt;br /&gt;Seeing memories of childhood&lt;br /&gt;Now creating memories&lt;br /&gt;With Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;With my love&lt;br /&gt;Feeling her all around me&lt;br /&gt;All over my heart&lt;br /&gt;As I bleed love for her&lt;br /&gt;As she experiences Geno's&lt;br /&gt;For the first time with Onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my love wrapped around it&lt;br /&gt;The love from my best friend&lt;br /&gt;to both of us&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my friend&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-5170186521826326483?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5170186521826326483/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-2194793519027889797</id><published>2007-08-08T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:19:39.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Drew</title><content type='html'>Cotton&lt;br /&gt;Quality white&lt;br /&gt;Drawing paper&lt;br /&gt;Scratching&lt;br /&gt;Sketching&lt;br /&gt;Shadowing&lt;br /&gt;Upon the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching, guiding, tapping&lt;br /&gt;Into your soul&lt;br /&gt;Into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Into your beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon your heart&lt;br /&gt;I touched you&lt;br /&gt;You touched me&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Laughing&lt;br /&gt;learning&lt;br /&gt;To sketch&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your talent&lt;br /&gt;pouring out of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out onto your soul&lt;br /&gt;of paper&lt;br /&gt;All upon my heart&lt;br /&gt;As I feel a connection&lt;br /&gt;Continue to draw&lt;br /&gt;Continue to paint&lt;br /&gt;Remember me&lt;br /&gt;The Artist&lt;br /&gt;How I guided you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon your trek of love&lt;br /&gt;Of Creativity&lt;br /&gt;As we drew&lt;br /&gt;Remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my art&lt;br /&gt;As it is my culture&lt;br /&gt;As it is my love&lt;br /&gt;As it is my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drew a Pear&lt;br /&gt;... a apple&lt;br /&gt;... a wine bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drew a bond&lt;br /&gt;A love&lt;br /&gt;A one unityRemember...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-2194793519027889797?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2194793519027889797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=2194793519027889797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/2194793519027889797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/2194793519027889797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-drew.html' title='We Drew'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-2528762507966498947</id><published>2007-08-08T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:07:59.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Seed is Planted</title><content type='html'>There he was&lt;br /&gt;2006 he walked&lt;br /&gt;Walked into my Garden&lt;br /&gt;Such raw talent&lt;br /&gt;Within his soul&lt;br /&gt;Within his traditions&lt;br /&gt;His pride&lt;br /&gt;As a Mexican&lt;br /&gt;As well as a Puerto Rican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His colors bleed from ever pore&lt;br /&gt;He stood in my presence&lt;br /&gt;Wanted a mentor&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to be polished&lt;br /&gt;Like a raw gem stone&lt;br /&gt;I planted knowledge in his soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it grew with nurturing guidance&lt;br /&gt;A love for a mentiee&lt;br /&gt;He became a young tree of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;In the future he took over for me&lt;br /&gt;As my limbs grow weak&lt;br /&gt;As the sun hardly shines on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more love&lt;br /&gt;As the lumberjack comes for me&lt;br /&gt;My wood is old&lt;br /&gt;As the harvest me&lt;br /&gt;The cut me to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Society recycles the old&lt;br /&gt;Not worth anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken cut up to die&lt;br /&gt;To leave the young tree&lt;br /&gt;to be the next leader of his art&lt;br /&gt;Of his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done all I could do&lt;br /&gt;I planted a seed&lt;br /&gt;To grow strong&lt;br /&gt;and tall&lt;br /&gt;To one day plant a seed&lt;br /&gt;Within a furtile ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seed is planted&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Passing of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-2528762507966498947?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;Worlds feats&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious&lt;br /&gt;Science can not even explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was there&lt;br /&gt;She had my heart&lt;br /&gt;We walked in childhood memory&lt;br /&gt;My best friend&lt;br /&gt;To my future wife&lt;br /&gt;We walked in hand&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures&lt;br /&gt;We held hands&lt;br /&gt;We talked&lt;br /&gt;We saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories with&lt;br /&gt;Ancient Eygpt&lt;br /&gt;With a King&lt;br /&gt;Tut in our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;In our walk&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;We walked into the past&lt;br /&gt;Into the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-8771681778644004862?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8771681778644004862/comments/default' title='Post 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As solid as a rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she stared at me&lt;br /&gt;... The peer of the glittering soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;... the softness of her fingerprints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt;... it felt like an eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she ate Pears with me&lt;br /&gt;... Covering my tastebuds in texture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she fed me&lt;br /&gt;... With a fork that filled my void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she drank wine with me&lt;br /&gt;... As we filled our soul of the nectar of god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she walked with me&lt;br /&gt;... In Baltimore's Inner Harbor&lt;br /&gt;... To the Liberty Bell&lt;br /&gt;... Finally the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she made memories with me&lt;br /&gt;... We shared memories&lt;br /&gt;... We shared tears&lt;br /&gt;... We loved together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she walked the same sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;... On concrete for 10 weeks&lt;br /&gt;... Now I walk her to the angel that flies in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she landed at the airport&lt;br /&gt;... now she is taken away by the angel from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she was here&lt;br /&gt;... now she is there in San Antonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we kissed&lt;br /&gt;... Now it is a faded Memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-8748612772236938760?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8748612772236938760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=8748612772236938760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/8748612772236938760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/8748612772236938760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/08/once.html' title='Once...'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-2385402153048788703</id><published>2007-07-26T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:04:45.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>Peering, Peering&lt;br /&gt;Peering into the nights starry sky&lt;br /&gt;I stare into the tranquil waters of emotions&lt;br /&gt;Liquid emotions in the souls of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into your liquid&lt;br /&gt;Hazel portals of sight.&lt;br /&gt;To see your soul.&lt;br /&gt;To see what I feel and touch.&lt;br /&gt;You touch my soul, heart and mind as&lt;br /&gt;I touch&lt;br /&gt;Your inner soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can touch my heart&lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;br /&gt;With the essence of your eyes of emotional love&lt;br /&gt;With your heart of love&lt;br /&gt;Your Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Your smile of pure happiness&lt;br /&gt;That caresses my soul&lt;br /&gt;Like the ocean waves of blue&lt;br /&gt;That touches the sands of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the sun that warms my soul&lt;br /&gt;Touch my heart warms my breath&lt;br /&gt;You are the air that fills my lungs&lt;br /&gt;That tickles my soul as&lt;br /&gt;I inhale the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Staring into your soul&lt;br /&gt;Staring into your deepest desires&lt;br /&gt;Staring into your liquid eyes in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments that keep me alive&lt;br /&gt;Moments that touch my life&lt;br /&gt;Moments that I will always cherish&lt;br /&gt;Moments that tell me that&lt;br /&gt;I will always&lt;br /&gt;And forever remember you.&lt;br /&gt;Moments only you and I could only share.&lt;br /&gt;Moments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-2385402153048788703?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2385402153048788703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=2385402153048788703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/2385402153048788703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/2385402153048788703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/07/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-7972327284749186761</id><published>2007-07-26T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:57:00.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Hues of the Dancing Leaves</title><content type='html'>Shapes of different dances from above&lt;br /&gt;Changes of the foil from around and in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;The season of life changes to the Autumn before the isolation of Winter&lt;br /&gt;Autumn of raw umber and bright yellows of lemons&lt;br /&gt;As the leaves dance upon the fields of blue&lt;br /&gt;The winds touch the old skin of leaves&lt;br /&gt;October changes the garbs of the beauty of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Mother earths blue ridge of horizons&lt;br /&gt;Apexes of hues of color changes the thoughts of others&lt;br /&gt;A time of change of Earth and the energy around&lt;br /&gt;Peoples energy and the fruit of life changes forever&lt;br /&gt;As I watch my reasons change the ones around me&lt;br /&gt;Upon us&lt;br /&gt;All around us&lt;br /&gt;I pray upon my soul upon my life to watch the changes around all&lt;br /&gt;October hues of a new journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-7972327284749186761?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7972327284749186761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-2905449135237742722</id><published>2007-07-26T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:46:13.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it just a Dream?</title><content type='html'>A dream&lt;br /&gt;That faded with the August Heat&lt;br /&gt;As August 11 came and gone&lt;br /&gt;My heart faded&lt;br /&gt;Away with the moist tears&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I felt my sadness touch me&lt;br /&gt;I am sadden to know I am no more&lt;br /&gt;As I fall and let sadness take me&lt;br /&gt;I fall and I am no more&lt;br /&gt;No more in my heart&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memories of the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;HYS in my heart&lt;br /&gt;In her eyes the ones she has touched&lt;br /&gt;I have touched her&lt;br /&gt;Now just a memory and&lt;br /&gt;the only thing left is memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Memory of what I once had&lt;br /&gt;What I had in my hands&lt;br /&gt;In my tears&lt;br /&gt;in my heart&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;In my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss her&lt;br /&gt;Her hair of curlies&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes of stars&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes of Love&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes of rain drops&lt;br /&gt;Upon my being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I loved just the way she walked&lt;br /&gt;The way she cooked&lt;br /&gt;The way she laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I miss her&lt;br /&gt;How I love her&lt;br /&gt;To this minute&lt;br /&gt;To the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the winds moves&lt;br /&gt;the pages&lt;br /&gt;Of my book of life&lt;br /&gt;I am swept away&lt;br /&gt;Into my abyss&lt;br /&gt;Of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;In my cave&lt;br /&gt;where my soul stays&lt;br /&gt;As she goes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it just a dream?&lt;br /&gt;A dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-2905449135237742722?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2905449135237742722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=2905449135237742722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/2905449135237742722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/2905449135237742722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/07/was-it-just-dream.html' title='Was it just a Dream?'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-5845646545530817306</id><published>2007-07-25T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:25:07.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Sunset Over My Heart</title><content type='html'>As the big orange&lt;br /&gt;In the sky falls in the west&lt;br /&gt;My heart falls to the west&lt;br /&gt;To never return again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I fall apart in the sands&lt;br /&gt;of time&lt;br /&gt;I die&lt;br /&gt;As she fades and&lt;br /&gt;the angels take her away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My princess as beautiful&lt;br /&gt;As wonderful she is&lt;br /&gt;I feel her in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could touch the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Of others&lt;br /&gt;I sense her all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she is afar as the stars&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all that we have done these&lt;br /&gt;Mid-summer nights&lt;br /&gt;In the heat&lt;br /&gt;Under the stars&lt;br /&gt;with my heart always with her&lt;br /&gt;Always with the beauty of her thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peer into her love and beauty&lt;br /&gt;She fades like the shimmer of light&lt;br /&gt;As it becomes dusk where the last of her&lt;br /&gt;Goes with the sun&lt;br /&gt;Back down under the horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a tear drops it is evaporated&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of the air&lt;br /&gt;Does not ever hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;But reborn in the sky as rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her flowing hair&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty upon my skin&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;as it beats for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she fades&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the summer&lt;br /&gt;of 2007&lt;br /&gt;A summer to end all summers of my life&lt;br /&gt;As I hit the winter of seasons&lt;br /&gt;To see myself die off into the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Of life and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That summer sunset of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Summer love&lt;br /&gt;Summer Memories&lt;br /&gt;Summer Sunset&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-5845646545530817306?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5845646545530817306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=5845646545530817306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/5845646545530817306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/5845646545530817306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/07/that-sunset-over-my-heart.html' title='That Sunset Over My Heart'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-2225615634607106504</id><published>2007-07-25T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:32:51.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerprints</title><content type='html'>Packing&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning&lt;br /&gt;A studio no more&lt;br /&gt;As my paints go dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell the last of&lt;br /&gt;the Oil paints&lt;br /&gt;Laying to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit is painted black&lt;br /&gt;Oil all over my face&lt;br /&gt;As my soul is no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my inspiration to paint&lt;br /&gt;What to paint? Where is my muse?&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I clean&lt;br /&gt;There it is&lt;br /&gt;The lipstick&lt;br /&gt;On her wine glass&lt;br /&gt;On the lip&lt;br /&gt;Of the Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As clear as day&lt;br /&gt;her fingerprints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night long ago&lt;br /&gt;On a full moon&lt;br /&gt;On a day where the wolf called&lt;br /&gt;As the wild spirits came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was in my canvas&lt;br /&gt;I drew here in the essence of charcoal&lt;br /&gt;A over my newsprint&lt;br /&gt;A over my Canvas of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Yearning to feel her spirit in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;In my paint brush&lt;br /&gt;Strokes that brought my desires&lt;br /&gt;Desires of Burnt Umber&lt;br /&gt;To Scarlet Purple Lake&lt;br /&gt;Onto the white canvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night of oil and brushes&lt;br /&gt;Her soul spoke to mine&lt;br /&gt;No she is gone&lt;br /&gt;No more. It is gone&lt;br /&gt;My love is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left.  My love left&lt;br /&gt;My heart shattered&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;I am no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingerprints&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-2225615634607106504?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2225615634607106504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=2225615634607106504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/2225615634607106504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/2225615634607106504'/><link rel='alternate' 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class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How you healed my heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From the pain and tears &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tears of rain that fell from my sky&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are the rain that came and healed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Healed my soul&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My memories&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are the rain that healed my soul&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cleansed my heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cleansed my wounds&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the battlefield of lost love &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lost heart and soul&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rain is what you are to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You have healed me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gave me love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gave me faith&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Faith in God&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most of all in life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-1962964115060008410?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1962964115060008410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=1962964115060008410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/1962964115060008410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/1962964115060008410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-8955445192407592772</id><published>2007-05-29T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T05:07:55.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidals</title><content type='html'>Currents, tidals, crests&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the beauty of life&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the pain of life&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the love of life&lt;br /&gt;Love that is used to hurt&lt;br /&gt;Currents that whirl around the heart&lt;br /&gt;Around your Lark&lt;br /&gt;That sings to your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidals and white feelings in the water&lt;br /&gt;Water in cooling emotional feelings&lt;br /&gt;That ripple across the heart&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding, fracturing, cracking&lt;br /&gt;Along your veins around your heart&lt;br /&gt;Rupturing around my emotions my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Life grasping feelings&lt;br /&gt;Hold my heart still&lt;br /&gt;Spilling cracking bursting with crimson liquids of life&lt;br /&gt;Aging me&lt;br /&gt;Worrying me&lt;br /&gt;Paining me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul is painted with guild&lt;br /&gt;Torn worn; Horn of heaven&lt;br /&gt;Lorning me to its light&lt;br /&gt;As I fight to stay with this world&lt;br /&gt;As the trumpets of eternity&lt;br /&gt;Call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall into the tidals of emotional oceans&lt;br /&gt;Dragging me out to sea&lt;br /&gt;As the currents of life are to strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go under to the other side&lt;br /&gt;To another world&lt;br /&gt;As I fall into the abyss of pain&lt;br /&gt;Open by love&lt;br /&gt;To all for eternity&lt;br /&gt;In the the oceans of emotional thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidals&lt;br /&gt;Forever taking me closer to eternity&lt;br /&gt;Tidals of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-8955445192407592772?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8955445192407592772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=8955445192407592772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/8955445192407592772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/8955445192407592772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/tidals.html' title='Tidals'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-5450116583050377784</id><published>2007-05-29T04:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T04:52:35.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Petals in the Wind</title><content type='html'>Listening, Feeling, Wondering&lt;br /&gt;Reflections on the winds of time&lt;br /&gt;To watch my emotions flow like the winds of time&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the breeze of god on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;God touching my brow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am very warm&lt;br /&gt;God is there to cool me down&lt;br /&gt;To give me tranquility and peace&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flow with the currents of time&lt;br /&gt;Of space&lt;br /&gt;Of destiny&lt;br /&gt;Shaped in the clay of fate&lt;br /&gt;Sculpting my road out of sand&lt;br /&gt;The sands that capture the essence of time&lt;br /&gt;The essence of my moments&lt;br /&gt;And others that are sharing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It enjoy&lt;br /&gt;To take those times&lt;br /&gt;Not to second guess&lt;br /&gt;Because it might be my last&lt;br /&gt;That last second&lt;br /&gt;and god puts out my the flame of life&lt;br /&gt;With the winds of God&lt;br /&gt;Upon the thoughts of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threads broken or at its end&lt;br /&gt;I feel and love the essence of the earth&lt;br /&gt;As I love god&lt;br /&gt;I flow with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Flow with time&lt;br /&gt;Until I pass over the river of life&lt;br /&gt;To the wind of eternal flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind of fate&lt;br /&gt;The wind&lt;br /&gt;Ever changing, ever flowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-5450116583050377784?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-830282297477269583</id><published>2007-05-24T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T04:31:49.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emancipation Monument</title><content type='html'>Marble finish&lt;br /&gt;Ionic Roman columns&lt;br /&gt;Steps to the memory&lt;br /&gt;The setting capsule&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Unification&lt;br /&gt;The names of the union states&lt;br /&gt;Unified as on country&lt;br /&gt;Restored&lt;br /&gt;Through the threads of blood&lt;br /&gt;Flesh and bones of a generation&lt;br /&gt;Of young men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created by one spirit&lt;br /&gt;A Whig; A Democrat&lt;br /&gt;Black Hawk Wars&lt;br /&gt;Illinois&lt;br /&gt;Tall with a black top hat&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer and upholder of Justice&lt;br /&gt;Mary Todd&lt;br /&gt;US Supreme Court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elections&lt;br /&gt;South Carolina; Dissolving the Union&lt;br /&gt;Confederation forming of rogue states&lt;br /&gt;State Rights; slavery&lt;br /&gt;Blockades&lt;br /&gt;Writs herbeas Corpus&lt;br /&gt;Emancipation Proclamation&lt;br /&gt;Forming of the first African American Units&lt;br /&gt;Gettysburg Address&lt;br /&gt;Moving Speechs to be remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generals of past&lt;br /&gt;McClellan&lt;br /&gt;McDowell&lt;br /&gt;Pope&lt;br /&gt;Hooker&lt;br /&gt;Sideburns&lt;br /&gt;Meade&lt;br /&gt;Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battles&lt;br /&gt;Bull Run&lt;br /&gt;Bull Run II&lt;br /&gt;Antienam&lt;br /&gt;Shiloh&lt;br /&gt;Vicksburg&lt;br /&gt;Gettysburg&lt;br /&gt;Savannah&lt;br /&gt;Altanta&lt;br /&gt;Memphis&lt;br /&gt;Petersburg&lt;br /&gt;Richmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender&lt;br /&gt;Unification&lt;br /&gt;Booth&lt;br /&gt;Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Ford&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A legend is born&lt;br /&gt;A momument of stone is created&lt;br /&gt;A Penny&lt;br /&gt;5 dollars&lt;br /&gt;Sculpture of Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln Momerial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-830282297477269583?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/830282297477269583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=830282297477269583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/830282297477269583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/830282297477269583'/><link rel='alternate' 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Patriotic&lt;br /&gt;Living in the Modern Roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Senate&lt;br /&gt;The House&lt;br /&gt;The Vice President&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishing Budgets&lt;br /&gt;Funding the war&lt;br /&gt;Funding social reform&lt;br /&gt;Taxes&lt;br /&gt;Economy&lt;br /&gt;Fuel issues&lt;br /&gt;War Funding&lt;br /&gt;Iraq pull out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elected democracy at play&lt;br /&gt;Walking Policy makers&lt;br /&gt;Across streets&lt;br /&gt;Around building&lt;br /&gt;All around my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;My mind&lt;br /&gt;My sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the Library of Congress&lt;br /&gt;Writing laws&lt;br /&gt;Pending bills&lt;br /&gt;Voting Legislator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Capitol&lt;br /&gt;Of modern free rome&lt;br /&gt;the Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-2146068863614579243?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Jungles of a Political war&lt;br /&gt;Against communism&lt;br /&gt;A walk of history&lt;br /&gt;From Army to Marines&lt;br /&gt;That fought for freedom&lt;br /&gt;Bleed the Flag&lt;br /&gt;For their families&lt;br /&gt;Of the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Wall&lt;br /&gt;Names that will never be forgotten&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-8674923573106816691?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8674923573106816691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=8674923573106816691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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life&lt;br /&gt;A wind of god&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where it might land&lt;br /&gt;Strong of will but fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong to find a place on day&lt;br /&gt;If the environment is loving&lt;br /&gt;Nurishing and loving&lt;br /&gt;A time of great blankets of care&lt;br /&gt;To shed love to that one&lt;br /&gt;Strength&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;Will create&lt;br /&gt;a foundation&lt;br /&gt;to plant roots&lt;br /&gt;In strong soil&lt;br /&gt;To leave a legacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragile like an egg&lt;br /&gt;If dropped upon a hard slated surface of life&lt;br /&gt;Abused&lt;br /&gt;Mistreated&lt;br /&gt;Landing where there is no soil&lt;br /&gt;fooled to sprout&lt;br /&gt;Decieved&lt;br /&gt;Slow death&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;collapsing&lt;br /&gt;exploding heart&lt;br /&gt;Broken heart&lt;br /&gt;lack of love&lt;br /&gt;Never sprouting&lt;br /&gt;Never finding anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life;  It is all up to our destination&lt;br /&gt;God only knows&lt;br /&gt;Willow seed traveling along the wind of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-7575316118839436621?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7575316118839436621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=7575316118839436621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/7575316118839436621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/7575316118839436621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/traveling-willow-seed_23.html' title='Traveling Willow Seed'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-4809932890636981601</id><published>2007-05-23T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T07:17:59.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Tall</title><content type='html'>Marble bricks&lt;br /&gt;Moral Standards&lt;br /&gt;Protecting Democracy&lt;br /&gt;The People&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Education&lt;br /&gt;Liberty&lt;br /&gt;Principal&lt;br /&gt;Justice&lt;br /&gt;For the people&lt;br /&gt;Voting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living a dream&lt;br /&gt;Making the best of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Live your destiny&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;Diversity&lt;br /&gt;Beauty&lt;br /&gt;Mountains&lt;br /&gt;Streams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tone image&lt;br /&gt;Pointy&lt;br /&gt;Red lights&lt;br /&gt;Remembering a great man&lt;br /&gt;Making of a country&lt;br /&gt;To arms&lt;br /&gt;British; French; colonials&lt;br /&gt;Now Americans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing strong&lt;br /&gt;Revoluntionary War&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey rebellion&lt;br /&gt;1st President&lt;br /&gt;Mount Vernon&lt;br /&gt;Sea to Shiny  Sea&lt;br /&gt;Beauty&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;Against all odds&lt;br /&gt;Strategy&lt;br /&gt;The Washington Monument&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-4809932890636981601?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-6466511318380734903</id><published>2007-05-23T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T07:05:31.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen in Time</title><content type='html'>Memories standing&lt;br /&gt;Frozen in time&lt;br /&gt;To stand for a moment&lt;br /&gt;a moment in Korea on US soil&lt;br /&gt;1950's; a time of turbulence&lt;br /&gt;a ripple effect of communism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men that bleed in time&lt;br /&gt;On foreign soil&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for freedom&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for their fellow brother&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling conflicting thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Confusing feelings of self and truth&lt;br /&gt;Why am I fighting here?&lt;br /&gt;This is not my country.&lt;br /&gt;Is this your country&lt;br /&gt;Names and a wall of greyish black&lt;br /&gt;Etches of fallen soliders&lt;br /&gt;Fallen Causes&lt;br /&gt;Fallen past thoughts&lt;br /&gt;A still images of water in a ripple within a pond of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of time in DC&lt;br /&gt;A Moment of time in our minds&lt;br /&gt;Fresh in the vets of the time&lt;br /&gt;Korean and US&lt;br /&gt;Blood the world wore in frozen breath&lt;br /&gt;Frozen steel ground&lt;br /&gt;Winds of sheer steel&lt;br /&gt;Cutting through souls and moral&lt;br /&gt;Of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a moment&lt;br /&gt;Of Frozen time&lt;br /&gt;The Korean War Memorial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-6466511318380734903?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6466511318380734903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-8289487036381670973</id><published>2007-05-22T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T07:29:34.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Mist</title><content type='html'>Ghostly movement&lt;br /&gt;Just above the green blades&lt;br /&gt;Blades of strong grass&lt;br /&gt;That never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greyish, sheet just over the grass&lt;br /&gt;As the sun starts to rise over mother nature&lt;br /&gt;With its Orange glow&lt;br /&gt;Just above the horizon line&lt;br /&gt;In the east&lt;br /&gt;As I make my way to the bus&lt;br /&gt;The Bus stop to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping on the white gravel walk&lt;br /&gt;Through the park&lt;br /&gt;On that May morning&lt;br /&gt;Watching the ghostly markings of the spring&lt;br /&gt;As the sheets that lay upon the earth&lt;br /&gt;Melt away for another heavenly day&lt;br /&gt;Upon the flesh of Mother nature&lt;br /&gt;that feeds and nurtures us as we&lt;br /&gt;We awake for another day&lt;br /&gt;Of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Mist showing the signs of a wild&lt;br /&gt;Adventures Summer in 2007&lt;br /&gt;A year to remember&lt;br /&gt;A year to feel the love&lt;br /&gt;A time to remember&lt;br /&gt;As this spring melts&lt;br /&gt;Melts like the ghostly sheets of grey&lt;br /&gt;on the grass of green&lt;br /&gt;In the morning breaking light&lt;br /&gt;Of a  new Late spring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remember the waking of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Spring Mist As it fades a new day unfolds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-8289487036381670973?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-8618628233954858210</id><published>2007-05-22T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T07:23:01.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shimmering Light</title><content type='html'>As I awaken in my soul&lt;br /&gt;to the glaring light of god&lt;br /&gt;I feel the waves of emotions&lt;br /&gt;Of Compassion for my fellow human&lt;br /&gt;To give the guideness to the ones that ask&lt;br /&gt;Ask for the direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the path of the sands of time?&lt;br /&gt;The teachers footsteps&lt;br /&gt;To the light&lt;br /&gt;To our holy fathers kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Within our hearts and souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel the breeze of the Angel wings&lt;br /&gt;As the angels are ever present to&lt;br /&gt;Easy our suffering within this life&lt;br /&gt;Our pain&lt;br /&gt;Our sickness&lt;br /&gt;Our colds&lt;br /&gt;our illnesses&lt;br /&gt;That we live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the love of God&lt;br /&gt;Who carries you over evil&lt;br /&gt;And directs you away from temptations&lt;br /&gt;Of Humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the Holy spirit&lt;br /&gt;Within the air&lt;br /&gt;Within in your lungs&lt;br /&gt;In your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that shimmering light&lt;br /&gt;To know you are looked upon&lt;br /&gt;As a child of the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimmering light&lt;br /&gt;Of eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-8618628233954858210?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/8618628233954858210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;into a rebirth; upon the waters&lt;br /&gt;Of life&lt;br /&gt;Of soul&lt;br /&gt;Of being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the rains of summer&lt;br /&gt;Rains of Spring&lt;br /&gt;Into the light I felt her&lt;br /&gt;on my soul&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;The day of life&lt;br /&gt;As I breath gods breath&lt;br /&gt;The winds that cradle my soul&lt;br /&gt;Breeze over my existence&lt;br /&gt;Today starts a new day&lt;br /&gt;over the Potomac&lt;br /&gt;That I cross to go to old town&lt;br /&gt;To king street I go&lt;br /&gt;To my stop&lt;br /&gt;To my career&lt;br /&gt;To a new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the rails screech&lt;br /&gt;and halt&lt;br /&gt;Next stop&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning&lt;br /&gt;A new Day&lt;br /&gt;Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a bridge over water&lt;br /&gt;Bridging over from night&lt;br /&gt;To morning&lt;br /&gt;Awaking to live&lt;br /&gt;A new day&lt;br /&gt;A new life&lt;br /&gt;A new Birth&lt;br /&gt;A blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge over Water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-3616453533406142744?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/3616453533406142744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=3616453533406142744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/3616453533406142744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/3616453533406142744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/bridge-over-water.html' title='Bridge over Water'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-6245388631756759439</id><published>2007-05-18T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:13:54.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflower</title><content type='html'>Stretching Petals&lt;br /&gt;Away from the brownish center&lt;br /&gt;Across the span of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeds that grow&lt;br /&gt;Center upon center&lt;br /&gt;Where the beauty orginated&lt;br /&gt;Shining as bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;In the east as it rises and stretches&lt;br /&gt;Stretches across the bluish sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awaken by your sunflower smile&lt;br /&gt;as bright as the mid day sky&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun plays and touches&lt;br /&gt;Many of Many of their soul&lt;br /&gt;Across the canvas of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love the beauty of the starry&lt;br /&gt;Starry Sky&lt;br /&gt;Of the Sunflower on the greenish canvas&lt;br /&gt;Through and Through&lt;br /&gt;Sunflower of life&lt;br /&gt;How it reminds me of your love&lt;br /&gt;As the sunflower touches the horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunflower in my life&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as the day's sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunflower of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-6245388631756759439?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/6245388631756759439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-6895538551126970484</id><published>2007-05-18T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:02:34.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering that Star</title><content type='html'>Starry Night&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your Iris of the night's sky&lt;br /&gt;Watching your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Within your sparkle&lt;br /&gt;Of your eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A universe of stars&lt;br /&gt;Falling Stars&lt;br /&gt;Twinkling Stars&lt;br /&gt;Rotating Stars&lt;br /&gt;Within the nights sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling Stars&lt;br /&gt;To wish upon your stars&lt;br /&gt;Those falling stars&lt;br /&gt;To help you catch those Stars&lt;br /&gt;Those of hope and children of the future&lt;br /&gt;Of your smile&lt;br /&gt;Those Twinkles in your soul&lt;br /&gt;In your mirrors&lt;br /&gt;Of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotating Stars&lt;br /&gt;Rotating around my heart&lt;br /&gt;Around my soul&lt;br /&gt;Where are you my love&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you to come down&lt;br /&gt;Toward my heart&lt;br /&gt;To give me love&lt;br /&gt;To give me hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkling Stars&lt;br /&gt;Burst of light&lt;br /&gt;Upon your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Upon your reflections&lt;br /&gt;Within your nights sky&lt;br /&gt;Where your heart lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember you&lt;br /&gt;As my falling star&lt;br /&gt;My Twinkling Star&lt;br /&gt;Rotating around my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my Star I will remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that star&lt;br /&gt;In the night's sky&lt;br /&gt;Living in the sky of existence&lt;br /&gt;Of live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering&lt;br /&gt;That star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-8922647965841901199</id><published>2007-05-17T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T05:44:29.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blade of Grass</title><content type='html'>Straight&lt;br /&gt;Strong&lt;br /&gt;Wind of time blows me around&lt;br /&gt;Green I am&lt;br /&gt;Thin; Fit&lt;br /&gt;Resistant to storms&lt;br /&gt;To heat&lt;br /&gt;To snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roots are strong&lt;br /&gt;I stand up straight&lt;br /&gt;I hold my weight&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;I care&lt;br /&gt;I feel you within&lt;br /&gt;I feel you around me&lt;br /&gt;Like a blanket of protection&lt;br /&gt;Of caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can cut me down&lt;br /&gt;I will grow back&lt;br /&gt;Strong; I will multiply&lt;br /&gt;I will spread&lt;br /&gt;I will never go away&lt;br /&gt;I will love forever&lt;br /&gt;I will always be in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might look dead&lt;br /&gt;In the cold of night&lt;br /&gt;In the cold of winter&lt;br /&gt;But I am alive&lt;br /&gt;I am well&lt;br /&gt;I will be back&lt;br /&gt;In the season of spring&lt;br /&gt;in the season of the heat&lt;br /&gt;In the season of the rain&lt;br /&gt;Of the drops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leave their impression&lt;br /&gt;On the skin of earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a blade of Grass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-8922647965841901199?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-1349666596063152172</id><published>2007-05-17T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T05:38:39.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock</title><content type='html'>Slated&lt;br /&gt;Hard&lt;br /&gt;Solid&lt;br /&gt;Your love is hard&lt;br /&gt;As this rock is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will build our love on this rock&lt;br /&gt;The first stone to build our mansion&lt;br /&gt;Where our love will grow&lt;br /&gt;We will raise our emotions in this house&lt;br /&gt;Built from the rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong it is&lt;br /&gt;Waterproof it is&lt;br /&gt;Course and rough to outsiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts will dwell&lt;br /&gt;Our souls will intertwine&lt;br /&gt;Our children of love will grow&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes Here is where we will live&lt;br /&gt;As our days will last&lt;br /&gt;As our hollow shells will fade&lt;br /&gt;Away like the rays of warmth&lt;br /&gt;As the night comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our souls; hearts and mines will be save&lt;br /&gt;Inside with the start of this rock&lt;br /&gt;The rock you gave me&lt;br /&gt;From the depths of this earth&lt;br /&gt;From the love of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Your soul&lt;br /&gt;Your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rock&lt;br /&gt;A rock that will last forever&lt;br /&gt;Our foundation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-1349666596063152172?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1349666596063152172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=1349666596063152172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/1349666596063152172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/1349666596063152172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/rock.html' title='Rock'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-5028352116303676668</id><published>2007-05-17T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T04:51:53.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul of Culture is Art</title><content type='html'>Culture; Tradition; Identity&lt;br /&gt;People of all walks&lt;br /&gt;Their finger print is their art&lt;br /&gt;Of their culture&lt;br /&gt;From Picasso to Manet&lt;br /&gt;From Langston Hughs to Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;Pens for ink that bleed a portrait of our time&lt;br /&gt;Capturing the moment on parchment&lt;br /&gt;in journals&lt;br /&gt;Leaving our souls in paint on canvas&lt;br /&gt;Who are we? We are our culture our time&lt;br /&gt;The thread of the quilt of humanity&lt;br /&gt;As it is composed of Africans; Americans; Brits to Flips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is the sound of Culture&lt;br /&gt;Guitars that speak to the heart&lt;br /&gt;Talks to the soul&lt;br /&gt;listens to the heart&lt;br /&gt;Pours out within cords&lt;br /&gt;Within thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Of your mind&lt;br /&gt;Of the time&lt;br /&gt;Drums&lt;br /&gt;Guitars&lt;br /&gt;Trumpets&lt;br /&gt;Saxs&lt;br /&gt;Violins&lt;br /&gt;Are fingertips of culture&lt;br /&gt;Fingerprints of one hand&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Davis to Mozart&lt;br /&gt;Van Halen to Led Zepplin&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brushs and canvas&lt;br /&gt;Colors of visual art&lt;br /&gt;The eye of Culture&lt;br /&gt;Touching the souls portal&lt;br /&gt;mirroring the beauty of Culture&lt;br /&gt;Picasso to DeVinci&lt;br /&gt;Vemeer to Dali&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of images and marble&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the pieces of soul&lt;br /&gt;Capture of the time&lt;br /&gt;Of the culture&lt;br /&gt;Of the moment&lt;br /&gt;Of the second of that memory&lt;br /&gt;To be remembered in Living rooms&lt;br /&gt;In museums&lt;br /&gt;to be studied in the next generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;Broadway; all caught in a play&lt;br /&gt;in a wood stage&lt;br /&gt;Emotions and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;In a telling of a story&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes in the movement&lt;br /&gt;Of a tippy toe&lt;br /&gt;In silk; in Custom; In a way of line&lt;br /&gt;Cats to Macbeth&lt;br /&gt;Nutcracker to Miss Siagon&lt;br /&gt;The movement of Culture&lt;br /&gt;The walk of art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimson Pens&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding hearts&lt;br /&gt;Emotional wreaks&lt;br /&gt;As you swim in the portraits&lt;br /&gt;Of moments of words&lt;br /&gt;and Phrases within my mind&lt;br /&gt;Withing hands&lt;br /&gt;In my skin&lt;br /&gt;As I remember the moment&lt;br /&gt;The time captured on paper&lt;br /&gt;In books&lt;br /&gt;Whitman to Hughs&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare to Twain&lt;br /&gt;Hemmingway to Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Whipsers of the time&lt;br /&gt;The moment&lt;br /&gt;As it speaks to me&lt;br /&gt;On my tongue&lt;br /&gt;in my ears&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;In my eye&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul of culture&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-5028352116303676668?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/5028352116303676668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=5028352116303676668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/5028352116303676668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/5028352116303676668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/soul-of-culture-is-art.html' title='Soul of Culture is Art'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-7964835006419245227</id><published>2007-05-17T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T04:36:55.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flower</title><content type='html'>Silky; Dew; Moist&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your spring petals&lt;br /&gt;As you are young within the sun&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As God reach out towards you&lt;br /&gt;Upon your soul of a crimson soul&lt;br /&gt;Smelling your scent&lt;br /&gt;Upon the winds of changing time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturing as I see your first layers&lt;br /&gt;Open and spread your warmth and beauty&lt;br /&gt;Within the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing stretching to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my love and warmth&lt;br /&gt;As my heart beats for you&lt;br /&gt;Within the grounds of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-spring time&lt;br /&gt;I feel the stretches of time&lt;br /&gt;The travel and feeling your mind&lt;br /&gt;As it blossoms in the field of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasping your beauty&lt;br /&gt;as you open; part way you are&lt;br /&gt;Almost fully open&lt;br /&gt;Almost at your highest peak&lt;br /&gt;But I will always remember you&lt;br /&gt;When I met you young&lt;br /&gt;You will always be froze in time&lt;br /&gt;Your physical beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom matures you&lt;br /&gt;Making you attractive&lt;br /&gt;To Busy bees&lt;br /&gt;as You mature you drop&lt;br /&gt;Drop your makings of the next&lt;br /&gt;Roses below&lt;br /&gt;For the coming seasons&lt;br /&gt;As your life changes and the season pass&lt;br /&gt;Like a light breeze in the line of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fully open; Your petals curve&lt;br /&gt;As you fade and your last petals&lt;br /&gt;Fall to the earth of blue&lt;br /&gt;To feel your last warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the creator calls you home&lt;br /&gt;To grow and blossom in the eternal sun&lt;br /&gt;Of the God&lt;br /&gt;In the garden of Eden&lt;br /&gt;As season pass&lt;br /&gt;You blossom in my heart&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as the first day I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-7964835006419245227?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/7964835006419245227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=7964835006419245227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/7964835006419245227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/7964835006419245227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/flower.html' title='A Flower'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-1339595041121018198</id><published>2007-05-16T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:58:40.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electronic Pulses</title><content type='html'>Pulsing, Drifting,&lt;br /&gt;Electron speed&lt;br /&gt;Paths on a motherboard&lt;br /&gt;Silicon highways&lt;br /&gt;Cycling around through Fiber optics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Anguish, sadness&lt;br /&gt;Running through and Through&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it will get there&lt;br /&gt;Running towards your computer&lt;br /&gt;Toward your email box&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it does  not collide&lt;br /&gt;Collide with someone elses mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it will not be marked trash&lt;br /&gt;Or Bulk mail; Never to be seen by&lt;br /&gt;By your mirrored souls&lt;br /&gt;Portals to your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;Within the glitter of your life's eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you will read the light of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Within the shape of words and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;To lift your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To basically to say three words&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;In a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronic Pulses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-1339595041121018198?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/1339595041121018198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=1339595041121018198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/1339595041121018198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/1339595041121018198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/electronic-pulses.html' title='Electronic Pulses'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-425561986640433595</id><published>2007-05-16T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T10:55:48.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of Stardust</title><content type='html'>Awakening from real to dream&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that dream woman that you always wanted&lt;br /&gt;Within the nights starry night&lt;br /&gt;At that right hour&lt;br /&gt;The cosmic winds of the minute&lt;br /&gt;Brings that second&lt;br /&gt;Where your eye&lt;br /&gt;Catchs that stardust&lt;br /&gt;Upon your shimmering Iris&lt;br /&gt;Of your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the man of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;In a reflection pool&lt;br /&gt;Under a weeping Willow tree&lt;br /&gt;Where your soul touchs&lt;br /&gt;The soul of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams have no time&lt;br /&gt;No hands on the clock&lt;br /&gt;Live a lifetime in your existence&lt;br /&gt;Feeling free and wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Feeling as a princess&lt;br /&gt;Because in your world you are&lt;br /&gt;In your dream You have your man&lt;br /&gt;That perfect time&lt;br /&gt;That perfect place&lt;br /&gt;The beauty within her eye&lt;br /&gt;Wraps around your heart&lt;br /&gt;Your soul&lt;br /&gt;Your wonderful being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you hear a ringing&lt;br /&gt;A light&lt;br /&gt;Through the window&lt;br /&gt;things shimmer away&lt;br /&gt;Wither the weep willow&lt;br /&gt;Drying of the lake&lt;br /&gt;The pool of forever&lt;br /&gt;The heart stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You open your shades&lt;br /&gt;Upon your soul; Your brown soul&lt;br /&gt;To realize You are back&lt;br /&gt;You broke the dream&lt;br /&gt;You doubted the truth&lt;br /&gt;You let go of your true reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream heart faded&lt;br /&gt;No longer real&lt;br /&gt;But a part of your memory&lt;br /&gt;A dream&lt;br /&gt;Another world&lt;br /&gt;Another Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely just vapors&lt;br /&gt;Because you doubted&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the dream&lt;br /&gt;Awakening&lt;br /&gt;Dream no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fading upon Stardust&lt;br /&gt;In the sky&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of Stardust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-425561986640433595?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/425561986640433595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=425561986640433595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/425561986640433595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/425561986640433595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/dreams-of-stardust.html' title='Dreams of Stardust'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-4777420396556809681</id><published>2007-05-16T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T08:09:35.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Layers</title><content type='html'>Layers a person's soul&lt;br /&gt;Complex onion&lt;br /&gt;Layers of Memories&lt;br /&gt;Moments of overwhelming emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeling away&lt;br /&gt;Do you actually know that person&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just layers you will never&lt;br /&gt;Ever get to the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person's soul is so complex&lt;br /&gt;Layers&lt;br /&gt;Upon Layers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keys; laughter&lt;br /&gt;cries; sadness; thoughts of lose&lt;br /&gt;Wondering; grasping&lt;br /&gt;Holding on&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layers within my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like a onion&lt;br /&gt;It can nurish my heart&lt;br /&gt;But will bring tears to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Water that comes from your&lt;br /&gt;your portals of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watering the moment when you get flowers&lt;br /&gt;Or the time you are giving flowers&lt;br /&gt;At a wedding; a first day&lt;br /&gt;At a funneral&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layers; of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever see the inner&lt;br /&gt;The inner soul&lt;br /&gt;Unlocking the most sacred&lt;br /&gt;of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-4777420396556809681?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/4777420396556809681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=4777420396556809681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/4777420396556809681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/4777420396556809681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/layers.html' title='Layers'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726788437699987012.post-2129854966951163226</id><published>2007-05-16T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:56:42.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fading Love'/><title type='text'>NOVA in the Sky</title><content type='html'>Staring in the blackness of the night's sky&lt;br /&gt;Once the sun as silently went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Staring, Staring, Staring&lt;br /&gt;In your your centers of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the glitter in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the sky within your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The star that I peer upon&lt;br /&gt;Seeing it every moment as I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;As I stare in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Peering at the most beautiful star in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Your sky in your eye&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling like a 4th of July sparkler&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams&lt;br /&gt;So strong; Strength for others&lt;br /&gt;Beauty on defined by God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see a wave come from your eye&lt;br /&gt;From your glitter within your sky&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, Your brownish eyes in the starry sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sway in the cosmic wind in the sky&lt;br /&gt;As the star goes super bright&lt;br /&gt;then collapse outward and back in&lt;br /&gt;Peering, seeing the particles&lt;br /&gt;of our love that I gave for you&lt;br /&gt;Go in flame and flaring up&lt;br /&gt;Into the night sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;observing on a distant star&lt;br /&gt;Smiling and remembering&lt;br /&gt;How that beautiful star fades&lt;br /&gt;Changing into another light&lt;br /&gt;Flaring away my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Future thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile and await another star&lt;br /&gt;Who's eye it will be&lt;br /&gt;Only god will know. &lt;br /&gt;Nova in the Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting up upon the sky&lt;br /&gt;Glowing in anothers heart&lt;br /&gt;In another eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;in your eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2726788437699987012-2129854966951163226?l=wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/feeds/2129854966951163226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2726788437699987012&amp;postID=2129854966951163226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/2129854966951163226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2726788437699987012/posts/default/2129854966951163226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofestrellahoppe.blogspot.com/2007/05/nova-in-sky.html' title='NOVA in the Sky'/><author><name>CJ Hoppe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343333715657972658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RahRhP1YjmI/S28pDg_vrFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sGPXd336q0o/S220/christopher001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
