<?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-2590087176026795599</id><updated>2012-02-03T05:06:52.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phase 1 of final one</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590087176026795599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ziconico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906272807470949194</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-2590087176026795599.post-2741249248895936439</id><published>2012-02-03T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T05:06:52.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all these years ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just read the first one , i wrote after a gap of 5 years and now when i try to put the mind to the paper . Or in this case , mind to the keys i really do not know if i can coin a sentence at alll.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me give it a shot, it has been five years since mind has sparked again , in the last five years seen a lot been though equally a lot and makes me feel i need to spend more time writing and putting the mind to use....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at the ways and go back years precisely to school and the grad day at school, when teacher at school quoted these famous works ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Frost . been there out in the woods for the last 10 years they have been dark and deep but i need to go ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All long the way looked up and was happy to know that i have been able to make it out in this world and good to know that there have been friend's and family all along the way to support and guide.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i go forward it is time decide and make a firmer step each time i walk that i do not cross step with the paths i took before but course a new path and check for roads that are out there yet to be found ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590087176026795599-2741249248895936439?l=ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com/feeds/2741249248895936439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590087176026795599&amp;postID=2741249248895936439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590087176026795599/posts/default/2741249248895936439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590087176026795599/posts/default/2741249248895936439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com/2012/02/all-these-years.html' title='all these years ....'/><author><name>ziconico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906272807470949194</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-2590087176026795599.post-2997508317900542803</id><published>2007-06-13T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T09:47:34.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear un  limited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fear, has been stalking me for the last couple days , the mind&lt;br /&gt;has been stuck in an infinite fear loop , a situation when, normal rational thinking stops..&lt;br /&gt;Trust me , free and rational thinking had , stopped, all thoughts ,irrational and  seemingly with one  conclusion that it cannot be done irrespective of how simple it was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mind always , some how or another always complicated things , this has been the crazy part the rational thinking had stopped .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally after , much of this torment , time has arrived to realize fear not for none is so big or impossible that can't  be achieved ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all abut the  fear ,and freeing one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt; from that fear&lt;br /&gt;,u free of fear , nothing is  impossible and  then feel no fear ,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is enough of fear , to the present , hey finally was able to load music on to the, phone&lt;br /&gt;but ,all the pic's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;video's&lt;/span&gt; that were there got deleted .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this points , reminds me during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aerosmith&lt;/span&gt; show , did take some&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt; video's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Which in this song transfer event got deleted . Do remember guitar  claiming it to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cliche&lt;/span&gt;   take pics during the show., (what that means will have to ask him ).any ways the vedios are history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;video's&lt;/span&gt; getting erased clear indication that shit happens ,, and happens pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else that is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is it till   next wacky mind twisting topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590087176026795599-2997508317900542803?l=ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com/feeds/2997508317900542803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590087176026795599&amp;postID=2997508317900542803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590087176026795599/posts/default/2997508317900542803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590087176026795599/posts/default/2997508317900542803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com/2007/06/fear-u-limited.html' title='Fear un  limited'/><author><name>ziconico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906272807470949194</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590087176026795599.post-4615966752164494753</id><published>2007-03-08T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:47:43.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase  to face the face</title><content type='html'>As always , it is all in the name , and this one seems to be my favorite , hell i still am not able to figure out whether , "face" is as in face the reality , or "face " as in damm  that's a  face ,one  never forgets,&lt;br /&gt; So let time decide and history judge the role the "face" , will play.....&lt;br /&gt;It has always , been about facing the music, head on and trust me, the sound of music is at its very best. whether the music is the best or the  fact that u just do not know the music.........&lt;br /&gt;The music and, all the types we love and all the other's ,we love to not love, the best music is the one faced , head on with no way to escape  or retreat , the one we so loved to hear ,  one that we heard for the last time  , yet that it will not be last , sure more will come and better than the last one..........&lt;br /&gt;Now the face , it has always been something which could never be denied as what always , remains  stained in the brain , for the brain can always remember the face, and yet not remember as to why ,the face has remained on for all the time , no escape is ever possible , faces can make one happy or the other way round hit the height's of despair....&lt;br /&gt;Phase to face the face , will be a stage of recognition , create an identity that will always be remembered as the phase which tried to change the face ,"tried " but not successful for the music faced was too harsh and loud and could not clear the face .................&lt;br /&gt;So the time has come to phase out to the next phase .....................&lt;br /&gt;and let the phase  be one that reached so close ,yet so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbmcoBxeEWs/Rg6M1zEHH3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KD-vvd168yw/s1600-h/face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbmcoBxeEWs/Rg6M1zEHH3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KD-vvd168yw/s320/face.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048127088197312370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590087176026795599-4615966752164494753?l=ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com/feeds/4615966752164494753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590087176026795599&amp;postID=4615966752164494753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590087176026795599/posts/default/4615966752164494753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590087176026795599/posts/default/4615966752164494753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com/2007/03/phase-to-face-face.html' title='Phase  to face the face'/><author><name>ziconico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906272807470949194</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbmcoBxeEWs/Rg6M1zEHH3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KD-vvd168yw/s72-c/face.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590087176026795599.post-6888983464638195614</id><published>2007-02-18T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T08:51:43.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phase 1</title><content type='html'>The best is  always in the rest ,,, does that make any sense . No it does not make ,so it sound's a perfectly good way to start .&lt;br /&gt;So let beginning be from  the last ,last was the "CAN " and the worm's .The worm's are out the race has begun , and let the best win ...Okay here what winning mean , I really do not know. What winning will mean  no big guess who shall be crowned the, real winner....&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it, not the one comes first, but the one who comes last, for in coming last  the proof has been laid, that u don't win by coming first,u don't win by seeing of ur competition off...&lt;br /&gt;U win by ,seeing all ur competition cross the line and still not loose the heart ,the gut instinct to still wriggle up to the the line, knowing very well that , no one will be waiting for u there "except"&lt;br /&gt;the joy and  satisfaction of completion which is "Victory at her  best"..&lt;br /&gt;Phase  one will be all about,  the big race ????&lt;br /&gt;The big race, what big race? I do not have the answer  .. all i have are clues..&lt;br /&gt;Clues which are small , unknown and obscure to all who look,,,&lt;br /&gt;But look away from where u look , but do look ...&lt;br /&gt;For no one knows what the eye's have failed to see...&lt;br /&gt;                 $$$$$      $$$$$      $$$$$&lt;br /&gt;                                    ###         ###&lt;br /&gt;     &amp;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;                &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;         &amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;                              @@@@@&lt;br /&gt;                                   ^^^^&lt;br /&gt;Time for the  end ,but the end will lead to  a new beginning......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590087176026795599-6888983464638195614?l=ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com/feeds/6888983464638195614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590087176026795599&amp;postID=6888983464638195614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590087176026795599/posts/default/6888983464638195614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590087176026795599/posts/default/6888983464638195614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziconico-oneslashone.blogspot.com/2007/02/phase-1.html' title='phase 1'/><author><name>ziconico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906272807470949194</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
