<?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-8505625001077586406</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:38:35.653-07:00</updated><category term='Alas'/><category term='Reality'/><category term='intelligence'/><category term='complex'/><category term='books'/><category term='God'/><category term='culture'/><category term='history'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='human ways'/><category term='network'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='lies. truth'/><category term='our space'/><category term='spirits'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='fans'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='human nature'/><category term='envy'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='illusion'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Embracing The Struggle</title><subtitle type='html'>Creole Urban Literature is our spot. A very special place for all Creole souls to unite under one umbrella of courage and resistance to share life's struggle by exploring our literary way of expression.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8505625001077586406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fania Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926787771215863097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505625001077586406.post-2763940986365001260</id><published>2010-09-24T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:22:17.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord</title><content type='html'>I have no problem in giving you the glory &lt;br /&gt;My flesh may cry; my ego may pout &lt;br /&gt;Neighbors may disagree and shout &lt;br /&gt;But Lord, I have no problem &lt;br /&gt;In giving you your glory &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some give your glory to trees &lt;br /&gt;Some give your glory to the Ocean &lt;br /&gt;Some even say: &lt;br /&gt;'turn it to the Universe, and everything will be great' &lt;br /&gt;But lord, who created their Universe? &lt;br /&gt;Why must I ignore You and steal your glory? &lt;br /&gt;Did the universe create itself? &lt;br /&gt;No! For You are God all by yourself &lt;br /&gt;Trees could not create you &lt;br /&gt;Oceans could not create you &lt;br /&gt;Nothing alive and nothing dead could not have created you &lt;br /&gt;For you are God, the Creator of all things... &lt;br /&gt;The Source of my blood and bones &lt;br /&gt;The veins of our veins in all realms &lt;br /&gt;You are the strength of the winds &lt;br /&gt;Your roar drives the storms &lt;br /&gt;When you rise, stained creatures scatter &lt;br /&gt;And the earth quakes beyond earthly numbers, degrees, timeline or scales &lt;br /&gt;You are the LORD of all lords &lt;br /&gt;The KING of all kings... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made my eyes rise, &lt;br /&gt;Open from under the veil &lt;br /&gt;You've made my ears embrace,&lt;br /&gt;The claps of the sound of Your Living Lamb &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lord! &lt;br /&gt;I have no problem in giving you all your glory&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My flesh may cry... &lt;br /&gt;My flesh may cry... &lt;br /&gt;O' My fleshy flesh may cry... &lt;br /&gt;Still, glory is to my Living God!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fania Simon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505625001077586406-2763940986365001260?l=creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com/feeds/2763940986365001260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8505625001077586406&amp;postID=2763940986365001260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8505625001077586406/posts/default/2763940986365001260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8505625001077586406/posts/default/2763940986365001260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#2763940986365001260' title='Lord'/><author><name>Fania Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926787771215863097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505625001077586406.post-3474135579800798300</id><published>2008-06-07T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:24:31.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Western Education % the Interplay of Words</title><content type='html'>Don't Wipe Out Our Ancestors' Non institutionalized Writing System of Creole From Our Culture.&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Writing Systems: Today's "Unconventional Use" of Our Ancestors Invented Language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ There is treasure in our Ancestors' old way of writing the Haitian Creole. Why don't we preserve it?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Poems Written in Institutionalized &amp; Non- standardized Creole  &lt;br /&gt;Slavery: Western Education and the Interplay of Words  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poems Written in Institutionalized &amp; Non- standardized Creole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Institutionalized Creole:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ti Moun Tankou Sofi by fania simon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chak jou mwen leve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwen wè map fredone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yon ti chante pou tout ti moun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan peyim, gran moun ap maltrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen yon lè mwen tap mache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan yon ti kwen, mwen vin ap tande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yon vwa timoun ki tap kriye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwen kouri ale poum ede’l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanfè nwa -a, mwen tap chèche’l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lèm jwen’n li, mwen te mande’l &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti cheri kisa ki rive’w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li dim : se papa l ki viole’l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’ mwen paka rete bouch pe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kòman ou vle’m  chita gade san chante?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fòk mwen fredone tristès trip mwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poum exprime’m tou sa ki nan kè mwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey, lè mwen gade ti moun saa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwen konnen li te ka sè mwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lè mwen gade ti pitit saa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwen konnen li te ka ti frè mwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon timoun tankou Sofi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon ti moun tankou Mari !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon ti moun tankou Eddi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouki yon granmoun ap pase sou li ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’ mwen paka rete, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ap mache fé moun pou ti moun yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fòk mwen lite, fòk mwen fredone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pou nou chanje mechanste sa yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon ti moun tankou Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon timoun tankou Carline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon ti moun tankou Joselyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouki pou ou pase sou li ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ede’m poteje ti moun yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se verite vi yo pou nou change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An nou reflechi sou yo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silans nan ké paka change vi ti moun yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’ mwen paka rete bouch pe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwen paka chita  map gade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fòk mwen rakonte tout vye iswa reyél sa yo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kap detwi nanm ti moun yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan fè nwa, nou kreye plis tenèb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan la pli, nou kreye plis la bou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annou netwaye la kou nou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pou ti moun yo ka grandi yon jou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon timoun tankou Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadonti moun tankou Anita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon timoun takou François&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ede yo grandi pou yo ka rive yon jou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 fania simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Now Non- standardized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti Moun Tankou Sofi by fania simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chak jou mwen levé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwen wè map frédoné&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yon ti chanté pou tout ti moun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan péyim, gran moun ap maltrété&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin yon lè mwen tap maché&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan yon ti kwen, mwen vin ap tandé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yon voi timoun ki tap kriyé &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwen kouri alé poum édél&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan fè noi a, mwen tap chèchél&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lèm jwen n li, mwen té mandél &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti chéri kisa ki rivé w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li dim se Papal ki violél&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’ mwen paka rété bouch pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koman ou vlé mwen chita gadé san chanté?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fok mwen frédoné tristès trip mwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poum exprimé m tout sa ki nan kè mwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lè mwen gadé ti moun sa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwen konnin li té ka ti sèm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lè mwen gadé ti pitit sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwen konnin li té ka ti frè m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon timoun tankou Sofi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon ti moun tankou Mari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon ti moun tankou Eddi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouki pouyo pasé sou li ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’ mwenpaka rété&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maché fé moun pou ti moun yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fok mwen lité—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pou nou changé méchansté sa yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon ti moun tankou Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon timoun tankou Carline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon ti moun tankou Liline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouki pou ou pasé sou li ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edé m potéjé ti moune yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé vérité vi yo pou nou changé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An nou réfléchi de yo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silens nan ké paka changé vi ti moun yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’ mwen paka rété bouch pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwen paka chita  map gadé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fok mwen rakonté tout vyé istoi réyél &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kap détwi nanm ti moun yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan fè noi, nou créyé plis ténèb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan la pli, nou créyé plis la bou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annou nétoyé la kou nou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pou ti moun yo ka grandi yon jou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon timoun tankou Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon ti moun tankou Anita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadon timoun takou François&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edé yo grandi pou yo rive yon kou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 fania simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is beauty in both writing forms. It does not have to be an either/or decision. We can value and validate both ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Question: Don't you think the invention of our Ancestors' writing form of the Haitian Creole is an heirloom worthy of preservation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is it not "prestigious" enough to keep alive today in our diasporic, westernized mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who will be bold enough to fight and keep it alive and pass it down to the next generation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slavery: Western Education and the Interplay of Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By definition, the Haitian language “Creole” means “broken French” and Creolization means: Any African or Les Engagees, European child born on a colony (or outside of his or her Motherland) ***Also, SEE The Black Jacobins, by C.L.R. James. Or/and, They Came Before Columbus by Eric Williams for more facts on Afro-Haitian History. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of Creole started after the first invaders kidnapped and brought the African people to the “new world.” There, they mentally struggled to comprehend the speech of the plantation. Naturally in time, they began to consume the foreign sounds. They interchanged the unknown language(s) that was/were spoken on the colony and used their own native intelligence to orally quilt a way to communicate with other enslaved Africans from many different tribes, Creoles, Africans born on the colony, and slave masters.  From the ancestors’ skill of quilting words, and signs, a new way of communication was formed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The African ancestors gave birth to a non-standardized Creole. They wisely and verbally decapitated the French language by redesigning it and placing it into their own vessels (brain, body and spirit) for the purpose of conversation needs and contact. Back then while they were in physical and/or mental captivity, there were no separate or special western alphabets or software to use in order to standardize Creole and make it “proper”. My African Ancestors just wrote it just as they heard the French words drummed into their ears. They also incorporated some African words in the Creole language which are still alive today as part of the Creole language. For example, a word such as Kob is originated in Nigeria and it means money. However, today, there is a Creole alphabet in place for writing, and for conforming our ancestor’s Creole into a “proper” or an institutionalized state, which means that in the eyes of those who only adopted the new orthographies; such spelling of KOB (without the accent on top of the o,) is seen as a “fault,” or as “improper”. Thus, with this new institutionalized level of spelling and writing in Creole, a new class of ism (favoritism or prejudice) is born, just like the favoritism of French over Creole.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s another example: some Creole speaking children/adults are academically misjudged and are not taken seriously simply because they don’t wish to use or they don’t know how to use institutionalized Creole in their writings. Therefore, they do not shine because they only write, non-standardized Haitian Creole. In fact, there are numerous debates about the diasporic/Creole literature, its spelling system, identity and history etc. And yes, it is clear that social acceptance is important in any society; however, why is it NOT also important for Creole children or adults to proudly maintain their ancestors’ non institutionalized, non-standardized way of writing the Haitian Creole? Why must we blindly and only accept the standardized version of writing the Haitian Creole and trash or convert the old way of writing it? What’s wrong with writing Creole by sounds? Why is the old way of writing the Haitian Creole seen as “inferior?” Is it fair to say that that attitude/mind-set that the older way must be converted is exactly the same as those who believe that speaking and writing Creole is inferior compared to speaking and writing FRENCH? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a writer who was born and partly schooled in Haiti, I write Creole by routine (by that I mean I write Creole the old way--by sounds) and I am proud of it. I am one Creole child who deeply appreciates the foundation of my ancestors’ history and language of survival (past and present) in the Caribbean and particularly in Haiti. I welcome and I value wholeheartedly the origin of Creole by sounds because rejecting or dismissing the foundation of the Creole language, equates to rejecting and dismissing truth in our African/Caribbean history and culture. Furthermore, there is tremendous treasure in keeping and promoting the origin of our Creole through literature for the African ancestors made that major accomplishment for us and we must not debase it or wiped it out of our books because of greed or politics or to quench the thirst for mainstream's approval. Why don’t we also promote writing Creole by sounds?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I aim to write Creole in the new and old, non-standardized way. I aim to advocate that it is always “up to standard” to write the Haitian Creole by sounds. It is not a linguistic crime. It is the source of our Creole and it is our duty to keep it alive. I know I am being “politically incorrect,” but I prefer to stay “Historically correct.” I want to be on the side where the struggle of my people lies. Thus, I want to help keep the tradition, the identity of Haitian Creole by sounds alive. I would like to reach a point in time where every Haitian would be free to write the Haitian Creole of yester-years without fear of being lynch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © fania simon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505625001077586406-3474135579800798300?l=creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com/feeds/3474135579800798300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8505625001077586406&amp;postID=3474135579800798300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8505625001077586406/posts/default/3474135579800798300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8505625001077586406/posts/default/3474135579800798300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3474135579800798300' title='Western Education % the Interplay of Words'/><author><name>Fania Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926787771215863097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505625001077586406.post-3069271273898624537</id><published>2007-01-10T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:27:07.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies. truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intelligence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='envy'/><title type='text'>Stone Me You Saints</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P3Eh13KVrfI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stone Me You "Saints"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And rejoice in my pain&lt;br /&gt;I tell you truth&lt;br /&gt;But you believe lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone me you "saints"&lt;br /&gt;When heaven calls &lt;br /&gt;I'll be free from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you glad&lt;br /&gt;You are a "saint?"&lt;br /&gt;But before you throw your stone,&lt;br /&gt;Open you eyes&lt;br /&gt;Or stay a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast your stones&lt;br /&gt;And click "private!"&lt;br /&gt;You already &lt;br /&gt;Claim me "guilty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stone me&lt;br /&gt;YOU SAINTS!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'll pray for you&lt;br /&gt;...&amp; For your child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by this video~ &lt;br /&gt;written (c)by Fania Simon 2007&lt;br /&gt;NO MEANS NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505625001077586406-3069271273898624537?l=creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com/feeds/3069271273898624537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8505625001077586406&amp;postID=3069271273898624537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8505625001077586406/posts/default/3069271273898624537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8505625001077586406/posts/default/3069271273898624537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#3069271273898624537' title='Stone Me You Saints'/><author><name>Fania Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926787771215863097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505625001077586406.post-3869685858762204584</id><published>2007-01-03T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T10:08:33.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human ways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Illusion vs. Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.tinypic.com/3ycxfdc.gif" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Stay motivated (in positivity).&lt;br /&gt;That does not mean &lt;br /&gt;Forget the bitter history&lt;br /&gt;But one day...Oh one day&lt;br /&gt;We will finally wake up and face reality.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is just a long, long dream...&lt;br /&gt;A bitter dream!&lt;br /&gt;But have faith&lt;br /&gt;The truth will be revealed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is My Banner of Faith &lt;br /&gt;I am going through the motion&lt;br /&gt;From illusion&lt;br /&gt;To kissing reality&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God is real.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(c)2007 fania simon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505625001077586406-3869685858762204584?l=creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com/feeds/3869685858762204584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8505625001077586406&amp;postID=3869685858762204584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8505625001077586406/posts/default/3869685858762204584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8505625001077586406/posts/default/3869685858762204584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creoleurbanliterature.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#3869685858762204584' title='Illusion vs. Reality'/><author><name>Fania Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926787771215863097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.tinypic.com/3ycxfdc_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
