<?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-24624223</id><updated>2011-10-02T15:38:44.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetry from The Dan Wilson Show</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315789765188319</id><published>2006-03-23T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:51:37.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Window</title><content type='html'>Through the glass&lt;br /&gt;I see beyond&lt;br /&gt;To worlds I cannot touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in the glass&lt;br /&gt;I see myself&lt;br /&gt;A world I know too much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315789765188319?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315789765188319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315789765188319' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315789765188319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315789765188319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/window.html' title='Window'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315785277646066</id><published>2006-03-23T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:50:52.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>They rise from the earth&lt;br /&gt;Great hands&lt;br /&gt;Full of power and strength&lt;br /&gt;Bringing forth beauty&lt;br /&gt;and life&lt;br /&gt;from their fingertips&lt;br /&gt;So that all the world breathes&lt;br /&gt;easier&lt;br /&gt;But as all dies to winter,&lt;br /&gt;man severs each finger&lt;br /&gt;lest hands turn to fists,&lt;br /&gt;demanding liberation.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;These hands,&lt;br /&gt;these severed stumps,&lt;br /&gt;stand broken&lt;br /&gt;until spring,&lt;br /&gt;when again they serve our pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;until they are broken again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315785277646066?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315785277646066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315785277646066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315785277646066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315785277646066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315768929448984</id><published>2006-03-23T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:48:09.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train</title><content type='html'>Round hooves of steel stampeding across the land.&lt;br /&gt;Passionless speed dividing tranquil fields,&lt;br /&gt;Slicing across the Earth&lt;br /&gt;with bored and weary cargo,&lt;br /&gt;lulled to oblivion&lt;br /&gt;within its measured, rocking pace.&lt;br /&gt;Our stillness,&lt;br /&gt;caught in motion&lt;br /&gt;and all seems effortless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315768929448984?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315768929448984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315768929448984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315768929448984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315768929448984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/train.html' title='Train'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315759788782765</id><published>2006-03-23T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:46:37.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>The words are gone&lt;br /&gt;that speak&lt;br /&gt;where kisses have grown silent&lt;br /&gt;and lips grow still&lt;br /&gt;and helpless&lt;br /&gt;to tell the secrets&lt;br /&gt;longing to be told&lt;br /&gt;trapped within our hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315759788782765?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315759788782765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315759788782765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315759788782765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315759788782765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315720465680870</id><published>2006-03-23T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:40:04.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zones</title><content type='html'>I've traveled through&lt;br /&gt;time and Space&lt;br /&gt;a night so short&lt;br /&gt;would seem to fit&lt;br /&gt;in Nome, or Oslo&lt;br /&gt;at Best&lt;br /&gt;my flesh and bones&lt;br /&gt;cross Land&lt;br /&gt;cross Sea&lt;br /&gt;upon ancestral soil&lt;br /&gt;in part&lt;br /&gt;for my blood spreads thin&lt;br /&gt;across the lands&lt;br /&gt;and once&lt;br /&gt;years beyond knowing&lt;br /&gt;it came&lt;br /&gt;in peril&lt;br /&gt;mingled with tears&lt;br /&gt;and saltwater&lt;br /&gt;indistinguishable&lt;br /&gt;from the hearts&lt;br /&gt;who knew the new&lt;br /&gt;world&lt;br /&gt;of Old&lt;br /&gt;as now it finds&lt;br /&gt;the old world&lt;br /&gt;new&lt;br /&gt;and foreign&lt;br /&gt;in small ways&lt;br /&gt;finding small minds&lt;br /&gt;and habits&lt;br /&gt;in the nooks&lt;br /&gt;and crannies&lt;br /&gt;of lives lived&lt;br /&gt;unconcerned&lt;br /&gt;with mighty deeds&lt;br /&gt;from far away&lt;br /&gt;where I call home&lt;br /&gt;and shall return&lt;br /&gt;with the turning&lt;br /&gt;of the earth&lt;br /&gt;that travels&lt;br /&gt;through space&lt;br /&gt;and the endless night&lt;br /&gt;of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315720465680870?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315720465680870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315720465680870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315720465680870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315720465680870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/zones.html' title='Zones'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315717874962462</id><published>2006-03-23T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:39:38.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet XI: Forboding</title><content type='html'>When I said "I love you" I saw you smile&lt;br /&gt;Though tim'rous uncertainty closed your throat&lt;br /&gt;From sounding its own truth in selfsame style&lt;br /&gt;Or spouting platitudes learned well by rote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A silence, I guessed, born of more than fear&lt;br /&gt;Hearts, though true can often be divided&lt;br /&gt;Loathe to speak what they would not hear:&lt;br /&gt;that bounteous love cannot be requited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went, though I wished not to go&lt;br /&gt;My heart remained at home across the sea&lt;br /&gt;The richest seed that ever I did sow&lt;br /&gt;Which uncertain soil took most cautiously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell what has taken hold&lt;br /&gt;Will you say "I love you" when we have grown old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315717874962462?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315717874962462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315717874962462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315717874962462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315717874962462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/sonnet-xi-forboding.html' title='Sonnet XI: Forboding'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315714428328120</id><published>2006-03-23T15:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:39:04.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet X: Age</title><content type='html'>I walked at ease along this winding path&lt;br /&gt;Watching the old in thought, the young at play&lt;br /&gt;All blessed with peace within this world of wrath&lt;br /&gt;Setting aside their strivings for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A delighted child with mirth and laughter&lt;br /&gt;tossed seeds in air to watch as small birds flew&lt;br /&gt;To win the prize wings beat ever faster&lt;br /&gt;Contenders all, but victors always few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned aside my head, where old men sat&lt;br /&gt;For in the air I caught a different tone&lt;br /&gt;No dancing sound of joy, but dry and flat&lt;br /&gt;From bird in other field, who walked alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's jet eye flashed with all that it did know&lt;br /&gt;I shuddered then at laughter from the crow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315714428328120?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315714428328120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315714428328120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315714428328120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315714428328120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/sonnet-x-age.html' title='Sonnet X: Age'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315711981473532</id><published>2006-03-23T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:38:39.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet IX: Blind</title><content type='html'>I sail a mighty river, known as time&lt;br /&gt;My back to prow, my eyes see what's behind&lt;br /&gt;Aware of naught but past and present clime&lt;br /&gt;In this blinded way must my course unwind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what lies at my back gives me a chill&lt;br /&gt;An all consuming fog that hides my course&lt;br /&gt;Bringing faint whispers when the night is still&lt;br /&gt;Saying soon shall I come to River's Source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can see behind me that same place&lt;br /&gt;It was at River's Source that I began&lt;br /&gt;Eternal void of oceanic space&lt;br /&gt;Each mile from hence marking my life's span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it pointless, this journey that I wend&lt;br /&gt;Traversing a cruel serpent, joined end to end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315711981473532?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315711981473532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315711981473532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315711981473532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315711981473532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/sonnet-ix-blind.html' title='Sonnet IX: Blind'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315705040300770</id><published>2006-03-23T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:37:30.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet VIII: Homesick</title><content type='html'>Home, if such a place exist, lies not here&lt;br /&gt;For where I hang my hat is just respite&lt;br /&gt;From that which satisfies but cannot cheer&lt;br /&gt;My heart, which finds life's labors worth but slight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sme think my soul seeks peace in fame's embrace&lt;br /&gt;And for this venture I upon the stage&lt;br /&gt;As if to find in every unknown face&lt;br /&gt;Some true measure by which my life to gauge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should perchance, I be so great a fool&lt;br /&gt;To see my joy in random beauty's eye&lt;br /&gt;And in so doing be a witless tool&lt;br /&gt;I my undoing for brief passion's sigh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till this poor frame grows still and wet with dew&lt;br /&gt;I seek no home but what I find with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315705040300770?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315705040300770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315705040300770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315705040300770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315705040300770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/sonnet-viii-homesick.html' title='Sonnet VIII: Homesick'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315700415451539</id><published>2006-03-23T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:36:44.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet VII: Temptation</title><content type='html'>Embrace the warmth of a convenient lie&lt;br /&gt;And take comfort in the protective dark&lt;br /&gt;Concealing kisses from the fearful eye&lt;br /&gt;That knows with whom you wander in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring's light caress gives heat to Summer's sky&lt;br /&gt;Forests fall to flames born from single spark&lt;br /&gt;That once green, alive, now just ashes, dry&lt;br /&gt;Fair verdant hills left charred, barren, and stark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn's first light breaks upon a lover's sigh&lt;br /&gt;That strangles to a gasp at what you mark&lt;br /&gt;With heat now spent your eyes can clearly see&lt;br /&gt;That naught remains, not grass, nor leaves, nor bark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was evening passion worth what you have now?&lt;br /&gt;The smoking ruins of an unkept vow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315700415451539?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315700415451539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315700415451539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315700415451539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315700415451539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/sonnet-vii-temptation.html' title='Sonnet VII: Temptation'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315617742544641</id><published>2006-03-23T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:26:40.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet VI: Progress</title><content type='html'>On wings of burnished steel I calmly fly&lt;br /&gt;Sedately gazing at the world below&lt;br /&gt;So sure that laws of physics will apply&lt;br /&gt;And convey me safely to all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For untold ages poets gazed on high&lt;br /&gt;And sighed at what could only be a dream&lt;br /&gt;Perceiving in the eagle's fearsome cry&lt;br /&gt;The rending sound of Icarus's scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I sit and hurtle through the sky&lt;br /&gt;Visions no more but merely tools of work&lt;br /&gt;So common that I do not question why&lt;br /&gt;This miracle would bore a common clerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now are all things that made men wonder&lt;br /&gt;As flights of fancy are torn asunder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315617742544641?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315617742544641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315617742544641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315617742544641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315617742544641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/sonnet-vi-progress.html' title='Sonnet VI: Progress'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315554821920944</id><published>2006-03-23T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:12:28.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet V: Dream</title><content type='html'>I dreamed a dream of cups, full and brimming&lt;br /&gt;Overflowing with joy and peace and love&lt;br /&gt;O'erwhelmed by such wealth my mind was swimming&lt;br /&gt;With hope that rained down on me from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My limbs grew stiff and taut with much dismay&lt;br /&gt;As one by one the cups were overturned&lt;br /&gt;And all was lost in sudden disarray&lt;br /&gt;But one remained and blood within it churn'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon then rose and cast a baleful eye&lt;br /&gt;Upon my sorrow and my sudden pain&lt;br /&gt;I took two swords and felt that I might die&lt;br /&gt;But turned them out against the world's disdain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a hearts beat I found I had lost all&lt;br /&gt;And so stood firm against the lover's call&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315554821920944?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315554821920944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315554821920944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315554821920944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315554821920944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/sonnet-v-dream.html' title='Sonnet V: Dream'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315552288527878</id><published>2006-03-23T15:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:12:02.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet IV: Companion</title><content type='html'>Who will sit here with me while my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;And watch the tears flow slowly from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hold my rocking form as my raw soul aches&lt;br /&gt;And listen while I denounce all love's lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times can a heart break in two&lt;br /&gt;And bleed its precious life upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;Until it learns to fear when something new&lt;br /&gt;So full of hope and promise comes around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you grow tired, my friend, of all my pain&lt;br /&gt;And wonder if and when it all will end&lt;br /&gt;As my choked sobs pour forth again, again&lt;br /&gt;And I vow once more to my heart defend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all will you come and sit here&lt;br /&gt;Beside me while I mourn what I hold dear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315552288527878?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315549580261816</id><published>2006-03-23T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:11:35.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet III: Desire</title><content type='html'>With ladies fair I've often played the fool&lt;br /&gt;A smile a coin with which to pay my pain&lt;br /&gt;Each laugh and kiss as precious as a jewel&lt;br /&gt;A dragon's hoard to shield from all disdain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these inward dragons can be fell cruel&lt;br /&gt;And hunger most when treasure falls like rain&lt;br /&gt;So rav'nous wurm has seized me for his tool&lt;br /&gt;And now I dance to his endless refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life now placed beneath the serpent's rule&lt;br /&gt;My love for love seems not to wax, but wane&lt;br /&gt;And each new heat begins at once to cool&lt;br /&gt;That which makes life sweet soon becomes my bane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked to love of women for my joy&lt;br /&gt;And have become my own desire's toy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315549580261816?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315549580261816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315549580261816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315549580261816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315549580261816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/sonnet-iii-desire.html' title='Sonnet III: Desire'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315546386592239</id><published>2006-03-23T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:11:03.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet II: Quandry</title><content type='html'>To say I do not hurt would be untrue&lt;br /&gt;A lie more venomous than serpent's bite&lt;br /&gt;But to say that I hurt because of you&lt;br /&gt;Is a truth I seek to hide from cruel light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To smother my heart's song is hardly new&lt;br /&gt;It's tune opposed to what I feel is "right"&lt;br /&gt;And so instead I do myself undo&lt;br /&gt;Putting my own integrity to flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say my forgiveness comes too easy&lt;br /&gt;A gift so cheap that it becomes suspect&lt;br /&gt;Instead of my compassion you need me&lt;br /&gt;To demand some penance for my respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can I dare at times to be unjust&lt;br /&gt;If it's the only way to win your trust?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315546386592239?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315546386592239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315546386592239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315546386592239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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embrace, my heart leaps from my breast&lt;br /&gt;A shining star that never knows eclipse&lt;br /&gt;But for honor my love must be repress'd&lt;br /&gt;Your strength I need, for my resolve, it slips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow weak, you need but tell me where&lt;br /&gt;I would forsake it all at your request&lt;br /&gt;And lay my body down before you bare&lt;br /&gt;Flesh ravished, but my soul cries out distress'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'were not for conscience, all these things might be&lt;br /&gt;But for now, love requires chastity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315543604543958?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315543604543958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Cycle</title><content type='html'>I have lived a hundred lifetimes&lt;br /&gt;Fought a dozen wars&lt;br /&gt;Walked every mile across the earth&lt;br /&gt;Seen a million sights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once as a man I loved the sun&lt;br /&gt;Empassioned by its warmth&lt;br /&gt;With father's tools I built my wings&lt;br /&gt;And flew towards its heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul still scorched with heat&lt;br /&gt;I fell back upon the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Vowing with etherial tears&lt;br /&gt;Ne'er to fly so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once as a moth I loved the flame&lt;br /&gt;Empassioned by its warmth&lt;br /&gt;With nature's tools I beat my wings&lt;br /&gt;And flew towards its heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul still scorched with heat&lt;br /&gt;I fell back upon the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Vowing with etherial tears&lt;br /&gt;Ne'er to fly so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as a man I loved you dear&lt;br /&gt;Empassioned by your warmth&lt;br /&gt;With my poor tools I fashioned wings&lt;br /&gt;And flew towards your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible, terrible destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315536312056665?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315536312056665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315536312056665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315536312056665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315536312056665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/cycle.html' title='Cycle'/><author><name>Dan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323513182142280910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.danwilsonshow.com/photos/dan-jam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624223.post-114315486982841792</id><published>2006-03-23T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:01:09.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Valentine</title><content type='html'>Love is a cancer&lt;br /&gt;Hungrily consuming the soul&lt;br /&gt;Devouring the heart&lt;br /&gt;Digesting the will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like mercury through the blood&lt;br /&gt;It penetrates every cell&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing untouched&lt;br /&gt;Nothing unchanged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fed, now sated&lt;br /&gt;It abandons its prey&lt;br /&gt;In its place, a void&lt;br /&gt;A hollow chamber, home to wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body still moves&lt;br /&gt;Still works, even plays&lt;br /&gt;Its face a mask&lt;br /&gt;The heart a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, alone&lt;br /&gt;The cold inside grows&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside an echo&lt;br /&gt;A memory of laughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624223-114315486982841792?l=danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danwilsonshowpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114315486982841792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624223&amp;postID=114315486982841792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624223/posts/default/114315486982841792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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