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		<title>remember your youth</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 18:14:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[remember your youth. when you stood for something. when things, important things pissed you off. so much that you didn&#8217;t just fight back, but you planned attacks. you had an open mouth with important words coming out. you had a fist that slammed down hard on subjects that mattered. you were a shit storm of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>remember your youth.</p>
<p>when you stood for something.<br />
when things,<br />
important things pissed you off.<br />
so much that you didn&#8217;t just fight back,<br />
but you planned attacks.<br />
you had an open mouth<br />
with important words coming out.<br />
you had a fist that slammed<br />
down hard on subjects that mattered.<br />
you were a shit storm of fire<br />
and strength<br />
and pride.</p>
<p>remember your youth.</p>
<p>when you cared about something.<br />
you cared less what was on tv<br />
and more about the music.<br />
you read.<br />
you dreamt.<br />
you tried things for the first time.<br />
and one more time just for the hell of it.</p>
<p>remember your youth.</p>
<p>when you laughed at the old<br />
and swore up and down you&#8217;d never get that way.<br />
you would never slow down.<br />
you would never grow old.<br />
you would never grow up.<br />
or give in.</p>
<p>remember your youth.</p>
<p>when you cared about everything,<br />
but could give a fuck less<br />
about anything.</p>
<p>remember your youth.</p>
<p>it&#8217;s not so far behind<br />
that you can&#8217;t grab a bit of it again.</p>
<p>-k. perks 2010</p>
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		<title>until next year (will i find you again?)</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 16:09:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keith Perks</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[where did it go? i feel like i didn&#8217;t even leave yet here i am and the end of it all i don&#8217;t think i even got settled and i&#8217;m back at the desk again in the grind again stuck again where did the streets go? i hear the music we played that led us [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>where did it go?</p>
<p>i feel like i didn&#8217;t even leave<br />
yet here i am and the end of it all<br />
i don&#8217;t think i even got settled<br />
and i&#8217;m back at the desk again<br />
in the grind again<br />
stuck again</p>
<p>where did the streets go?</p>
<p>i hear the music we played<br />
that led us away<br />
and i can almost feel<br />
that feeling of freedom<br />
but it&#8217;s faint<br />
and it&#8217;s fading</p>
<p>i&#8217;ve been chasing it<br />
and maybe i didn&#8217;t reach<br />
far enough<br />
or hard enough<br />
and i can barely see it now<br />
and that chance is now left behind</p>
<p>until next year</p>
<p>-k. perks 2010</p>
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		<title>we won&#8217;t fade</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 16:04:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keith Perks</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[sometimes far away isn&#8217;t far enough and wherever that is i want to take you there there are no maps i know that much we just have to keep feeling our way through and we&#8217;ll find it with windows rolled down and burning blacktop flames beneath we&#8217;ll scorch the streets with our engines running high [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>sometimes far away isn&#8217;t far enough<br />
and wherever that is<br />
i want to take you there<br />
there are no maps<br />
i know that much<br />
we just have to keep feeling our way through<br />
and we&#8217;ll find it<br />
with windows rolled down<br />
and burning blacktop flames beneath<br />
we&#8217;ll scorch the streets<br />
with our engines running high<br />
like horses stampeding under a rusty hood<br />
we&#8217;ll aim south<br />
and the stars<br />
all those stars<br />
they&#8217;ll wish on us<br />
because we&#8217;ll burn brighter than they ever could<br />
we&#8217;ll light the skies and make the moon mad<br />
and we won&#8217;t fade baby<br />
cause things like us can&#8217;t</p>
<p>-k. perks 2010</p>
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		<title>vanishing</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 16:02:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[there&#8217;s only kind interest and polite questions yes men and yes women offering only what you&#8217;d like to hear i see it in their eyes they only care a little because they are preoccupied with their tv their couch their punch in punch out nine to fivers they are weighed down with contentment held back [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>there&#8217;s only kind interest<br />
and polite questions<br />
yes men and yes women<br />
offering only<br />
what you&#8217;d like to hear</p>
<p>i see it in their eyes<br />
they only care a little<br />
because they are preoccupied<br />
with their tv<br />
their couch<br />
their punch in punch out<br />
nine to fivers<br />
they are weighed down<br />
with contentment<br />
held back<br />
by arms of the ordinary<br />
in love with the standard<br />
coddled by the constant</p>
<p>they stopped fighting it all<br />
something happened<br />
to make them give up<br />
and now they are polite and kind<br />
because they know no other way to be<br />
unchallenging<br />
unable to notice<br />
and tolerable<br />
complacent<br />
and vanishing</p>
<p>-k. perks 2010</p>
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		<title>there wasn&#8217;t much</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 18:16:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i don&#8217;t know if it&#8217;s laziness or happiness, but i haven&#8217;t written in a while. i hope i haven&#8217;t lost my touch. (if i even had one in the first place) trust me, i&#8217;ve had just as much to say, but not the time or need lately to say it. i&#8217;ve been busy and that [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i don&#8217;t know if it&#8217;s laziness<br />
or happiness,<br />
but i haven&#8217;t written<br />
in a while.<br />
i hope i haven&#8217;t<br />
lost my touch.<br />
(if i even had one<br />
in the first place)<br />
trust me,<br />
i&#8217;ve had just as much to say,<br />
but not the time or need lately<br />
to say it.<br />
i&#8217;ve been busy<br />
and that tends<br />
to make me happy.<br />
(i write better when sad)<br />
and in the down time<br />
i have been a bit lazy.<br />
but i haven&#8217;t stopped thinking.<br />
just the other day<br />
i had a few moments<br />
and i thought to myself,<br />
if i could write<br />
right now,<br />
what would i have to say?<br />
and just like now,<br />
there wasn&#8217;t much&#8230;..</p>
<p>-k. perks 2010</p>
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		<title>more bad than good, but that&#8217;s ok (i tried)</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 18:16:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keith Perks</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[i keep having this dream that people keep telling me that i don&#8217;t belong and it&#8217;s not so much a dream as it is reality and they don&#8217;t say it so much as show me which hurts even worse because being ignored is worse than words because atleast they&#8217;re talking to me but maybe they&#8217;re [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i keep having this dream<br />
that people keep telling me<br />
that i don&#8217;t belong<br />
and it&#8217;s not so much a dream<br />
as it is reality<br />
and they don&#8217;t say it<br />
so much as show me<br />
which hurts even worse<br />
because being ignored<br />
is worse than words<br />
because atleast they&#8217;re<br />
talking to me</p>
<p>but maybe they&#8217;re just mad<br />
because i&#8217;m open<br />
about all things<br />
the good and all my bad</p>
<p>and some of the bad parts<br />
i think they wish they had<br />
because what they call<br />
the bad parts<br />
aren&#8217;t so bad<br />
they&#8217;re just the ones<br />
that showed i tried to live</p>
<p>we all know<br />
the ones with only<br />
the good parts showing<br />
are full of shit anyway</p>
<p>-K. perks 2010</p>
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		<title>well worth the wait</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 18:14:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[there are times. there really are. when all beauty shows it&#8217;s face. when all beauty falls into place. and the liars and the bastards and the pricks and the fakes are nowhere to be found. they grumble behind hope as the grey clouds vanish. they run and hide from the light. and if for only [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>there are times.<br />
there really are.<br />
when all beauty<br />
shows it&#8217;s face.<br />
when all beauty<br />
falls into place.<br />
and the liars<br />
and the bastards<br />
and the pricks<br />
and the fakes<br />
are nowhere to be found.<br />
they grumble behind hope<br />
as the grey clouds vanish.<br />
they run and hide<br />
from the light.<br />
and if for only a few moments,<br />
the grass is the greenest<br />
it will ever be.<br />
and the sun is so bright,<br />
but not so bright<br />
that you can&#8217;t stare<br />
straight into it.<br />
you feel it&#8217;s warmth<br />
on your face.<br />
and you smile<br />
with your new strength<br />
and you stare through it<br />
to a heaven<br />
you forgot about.<br />
and it&#8217;s not like a heaven<br />
with clouds and angels<br />
and gods and stars.<br />
it&#8217;s a heaven of peace.<br />
of knowledge.<br />
of calm.<br />
of just simply<br />
the acknowledgment<br />
of the moment you&#8217;re in<br />
and the knowing that<br />
this moment won&#8217;t last.<br />
and it&#8217;s ok.<br />
and you&#8217;re ok.<br />
because when the liars<br />
and the bastards<br />
and the pricks<br />
and the fakes<br />
make there way out again,<br />
as you know they will,<br />
you know deep inside<br />
as the sun starts to vanish<br />
and that momentary<br />
and comfortable heaven fades,<br />
sometime in the future<br />
this moment will happen again.<br />
and you know<br />
it will be well worth the wait.</p>
<p>-k. perks 2010</p>
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		<title>once</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 18:12:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keith Perks</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[there was a girl once but there was a guy once and i was sick once and that guy wasn&#8217;t for that girl opportunity knocked once and she opened the door even though i got better a part of me died once i learned she wasn&#8217;t there however i grew up once knowing you can&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>there was a girl once<br />
but there was a guy once<br />
and i was sick once<br />
and that guy wasn&#8217;t</p>
<p>for that girl<br />
opportunity knocked once<br />
and she opened the door</p>
<p>even though i got better<br />
a part of me died<br />
once i learned she wasn&#8217;t there</p>
<p>however i grew up once<br />
knowing you can&#8217;t<br />
fight two battles at once<br />
and the one i fought<br />
was the bigger of the two</p>
<p>and i met a better girl once<br />
who keeps her door closed<br />
locked<br />
with me inside</p>
<p>-k. perks 2010</p>
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		<title>dumb dog</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keith Perks</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[like a dumb dog returning to the hand that once fed that still beats returning others have turned away but like a dumb dog i keep going back remembering that this was done before said before but in different ways games similar to fetch here&#8217;s the love go find it and bring it back returning [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>like a dumb dog<br />
returning<br />
to the hand that once fed<br />
that still beats<br />
returning<br />
others have turned away<br />
but like a dumb dog<br />
i keep going back<br />
remembering<br />
that this was done before<br />
said before<br />
but in different ways<br />
games similar to fetch<br />
here&#8217;s the love<br />
go find it<br />
and bring it back<br />
returning<br />
like a dumb dog</p>
<p>-k. perks 2010</p>
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		<title>more</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 18:11:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Keith Perks</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[simple things are the most important i don&#8217;t care what anybody tells you right now i&#8217;m thinking about driving up and down streets with summer winds blowing on my face sand between my toes and sweat dripping down my back there&#8217;s a freedom in those streets they are so far away yet they are closer [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>simple things<br />
are the most important<br />
i don&#8217;t care what anybody<br />
tells you<br />
right now i&#8217;m thinking about<br />
driving up and down streets<br />
with summer winds<br />
blowing on my face<br />
sand between my toes<br />
and sweat dripping down my back<br />
there&#8217;s a freedom in those streets<br />
they are so far away<br />
yet they are closer than home<br />
i am free there<br />
more than i will ever be here<br />
and it&#8217;s not for lack of trying<br />
those small moments<br />
they need to be more often<br />
driving slow<br />
up and down southern streets<br />
with shoulders that are up<br />
just a little bit more<br />
head back almost proud<br />
and a smile<br />
that only those streets<br />
bring me<br />
i find happiness<br />
in those small things<br />
and i want them more</p>
<p>-k. perks 2010</p>
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