<?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-2852214136809668418</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:53:22.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Excerpts of Rob</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novatrackstar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852214136809668418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novatrackstar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676850004726799897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUU9ggKq71s/SnYI3dHdUDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7IXPnDYJTso/S220/rob.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852214136809668418.post-8206983600908545385</id><published>2009-09-20T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:25:31.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Feel like I’m forever trapped in a sea&lt;br /&gt;Of face-less faces as it appears to me&lt;br /&gt;Always accompanied and always alone&lt;br /&gt;Always out yet wanting to be home&lt;br /&gt;But the home I know no longer appeals&lt;br /&gt;I’m unable to discern the fake ones from the real&lt;br /&gt;The friends I once knew, are now just acquaintance&lt;br /&gt;Some grew apart and some just lost patience&lt;br /&gt;Now I stand alone searching for a place&lt;br /&gt;Trying my damndest to finish this race&lt;br /&gt;I tripped and I fell, got left behind&lt;br /&gt;They boo, they hiss, and they mess with my mind&lt;br /&gt;I try to stand on my own with a strong poker face&lt;br /&gt;But reality knocks me down into the darkest place&lt;br /&gt;I hide behind my jokes and my charm alike&lt;br /&gt;All the while covering the pain and the pysch&lt;br /&gt;-ological need to be with others&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;who like me&lt;br /&gt;But it’s impossible as far as I can see&lt;br /&gt;Why they all left is beyond the likes of me&lt;br /&gt;I did not, will not, and have not changed&lt;br /&gt;Yet they treat me like I’m some estranged&lt;br /&gt;Person they once knew some time ago&lt;br /&gt;Like I lost my way in the blinding snow&lt;br /&gt;I do miss them, they were some of the coolest I’ve known&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m just left here with no fun, no friend, no home&lt;br /&gt;Yes I’m just left here surrounded alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852214136809668418-8206983600908545385?l=novatrackstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novatrackstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8206983600908545385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://novatrackstar.blogspot.com/2009/09/alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852214136809668418/posts/default/8206983600908545385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852214136809668418/posts/default/8206983600908545385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novatrackstar.blogspot.com/2009/09/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676850004726799897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUU9ggKq71s/SnYI3dHdUDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7IXPnDYJTso/S220/rob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852214136809668418.post-5383985920237786868</id><published>2009-08-02T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:35:52.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vixen (My first ever poem)</title><content type='html'>She's a modern day vixen&lt;br /&gt;She has long dark hair&lt;br /&gt;With deep brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sexy caramel skin&lt;br /&gt;With long thick thighs&lt;br /&gt;To me it's no surprise&lt;br /&gt;That I see right through the guise&lt;br /&gt;She places before one’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to mesmerize&lt;br /&gt;A brotha who would otherwise&lt;br /&gt;Be able to avoid the lies&lt;br /&gt;Of public beauty which implies&lt;br /&gt;That there's no compromise&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason she's so fly&lt;br /&gt;So why would I even try&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's a modern day vixen&lt;br /&gt;And she's out on a mission&lt;br /&gt;To become the male affliction&lt;br /&gt;By keeping those hips switchin’&lt;br /&gt;She catches his attention&lt;br /&gt;And then proceeds to diss him&lt;br /&gt;With those eyes that just glisten'&lt;br /&gt;She's the definition of addiction&lt;br /&gt;To any man who would listen&lt;br /&gt;She'll spit her game then flip it&lt;br /&gt;So she can hit it and quit it&lt;br /&gt;Getting what she intended&lt;br /&gt;She'll take your money and spend it&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's a modern day vixen&lt;br /&gt;Beware of her gaze&lt;br /&gt;One look, your hooked&lt;br /&gt;Like chip from lays&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to the single life&lt;br /&gt;She avoids bouquets&lt;br /&gt;Every man she meets&lt;br /&gt;Is left in a daze&lt;br /&gt;It's a real pleasure to meet her&lt;br /&gt;Enchanté&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand too close&lt;br /&gt;Her fire will blaze&lt;br /&gt;Leave you burnt down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;With your ashes singe-ing in her flames&lt;br /&gt;Cause she’s a modern day vixen&lt;br /&gt;Out of control&lt;br /&gt;She needs to be tazed&lt;br /&gt;So she can calm down&lt;br /&gt;And grow out of this phase&lt;br /&gt;Now this transition wont take days&lt;br /&gt;It'll be more like a maze&lt;br /&gt;A prolific journey would be the better phrase&lt;br /&gt;I would use to describe&lt;br /&gt;The change that will take place inside&lt;br /&gt;When she finally decides&lt;br /&gt;To put such childish things aside&lt;br /&gt;And stop playing with men's feelings&lt;br /&gt;And let her heart decide&lt;br /&gt;To stop feeding her mind these lies&lt;br /&gt;Like she's not lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;And doesnt crave true love to keep her alive&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's a modern day vixen&lt;br /&gt;Dont fall for her tricks and&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll see&lt;br /&gt;That true love is all she really needs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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poem)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676850004726799897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUU9ggKq71s/SnYI3dHdUDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7IXPnDYJTso/S220/rob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852214136809668418.post-3342010495879021765</id><published>2009-08-02T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:35:16.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>What establishes determination&lt;br /&gt;Does it begin with dedication&lt;br /&gt;And conclude in compensation&lt;br /&gt;For the work done in alteration&lt;br /&gt;Of mind, body, and soul?&lt;br /&gt;Pushing the limits&lt;br /&gt;Until you reach that final goal&lt;br /&gt;Exuding excellence regardless of what youre told&lt;br /&gt;Yea...I guess that's determination&lt;br /&gt;Determination is when a father works two jobs to take care of his son&lt;br /&gt;Instead of robbing liquor stores and banks with a gun&lt;br /&gt;A father that proves to all that he's a real man&lt;br /&gt;Not because he needs to, but because he can&lt;br /&gt;Nah scratch that, because he must&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise his son will run the streets until he's laid to rest as ashes and dust&lt;br /&gt;The gates of his mind can't be allowed to rust&lt;br /&gt;Lest he learn a new affiliation with the streets, one called lust&lt;br /&gt;Yea, Id call that determination&lt;br /&gt;Determination is when an immigrant comes to this country to be all she can be&lt;br /&gt;Working 1 job, 2 jobs, hell even 3&lt;br /&gt;Because she knows that even though she cant read&lt;br /&gt;She's providing a better life for her daughter, her child, her seed&lt;br /&gt;So that seed may be allowed to blossom into a majestic tree&lt;br /&gt;A tree not bounded by roots&lt;br /&gt;But one that's meant to be free&lt;br /&gt;Free of destitution, prostitution, and poverty&lt;br /&gt;So she can live an enriched life like you and me&lt;br /&gt;Thats real determination&lt;br /&gt;Determination is found in the roots of this nation&lt;br /&gt;It is found in the relationships between the caucasian, blacks, hispanics, and asians&lt;br /&gt;The racism once placed there is now less blatant&lt;br /&gt;Now by no means is it perfect but we must exercise patience&lt;br /&gt;I know alot of others are doing nothing but siting and waitin'&lt;br /&gt;Collecting their ideas and ideals like water in a basin&lt;br /&gt;But when they choose to take control of their own fate and&lt;br /&gt;Decide to invoke their own determination&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just maybe we can create a utopian nation&lt;br /&gt;But this is all dependent on that one beautiful human ideal&lt;br /&gt;Determination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852214136809668418-3342010495879021765?l=novatrackstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novatrackstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3342010495879021765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://novatrackstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/determination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852214136809668418/posts/default/3342010495879021765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852214136809668418/posts/default/3342010495879021765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novatrackstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676850004726799897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUU9ggKq71s/SnYI3dHdUDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7IXPnDYJTso/S220/rob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852214136809668418.post-2062543130875550790</id><published>2009-08-02T14:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:34:34.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life (In Three Aspects)</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;I heard a wise man say life is just a journey&lt;br /&gt;And mine leads me down a road that makes me an attorney&lt;br /&gt;But I fear I’ll never get there cuz my school is trying to burn me&lt;br /&gt;Take away my grant money and end my future journey&lt;br /&gt;See Ive settled in my school and found my own friends&lt;br /&gt;And I’d hate to leave now just to start it all again&lt;br /&gt;See Ive never been the type to be able to just blend&lt;br /&gt;In with any crowd I always stand out from the trend&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully I’ll find a way to get these bills paid&lt;br /&gt;Graduate in two years and then I’ll be able to trade&lt;br /&gt;The east coast for the golden state with a personal maid&lt;br /&gt;                                   II&lt;br /&gt;They say nice guys finish last, ain’t that the truth&lt;br /&gt;All the girls end up with the smooth talking, uncouth,&lt;br /&gt;Poor excuse for a man perpetually stuck in his  youth&lt;br /&gt;If that’s what you want, then congratulations to you&lt;br /&gt;You now have the kids of a man who can’t divide by two’s&lt;br /&gt;You should treat yourself right, go out with a nice guy&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Treat-You-Right guy, We-ain’t-gotta-fight guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; I’ll-take-you-out-and-not-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;just-in-the-middle-of-the-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;night guy&lt;br /&gt;Cuz once you date a nice guy, you’ll see that he’s the right guy&lt;br /&gt;                                   III&lt;br /&gt;My sport is your sport’s punishment&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like Im the one being punished then?&lt;br /&gt;At the meets I feel like a child among the men&lt;br /&gt;Fighting every second trying to defend&lt;br /&gt;The honor of the school written on my chest&lt;br /&gt;V-I-L-L-A-N-O-V-A with the wildcat crest&lt;br /&gt;It’s apparent it’s all just a business&lt;br /&gt;A coach is your best friend when you make that visit&lt;br /&gt;But the second you’re hurt you gradually get dismissed it&lt;br /&gt;Seems you become old news&lt;br /&gt;Hanging in the back of the line paired in two’s&lt;br /&gt;Seems like you’ll never make head line news&lt;br /&gt;Even though, your body gets constantly abused&lt;br /&gt;The coach always instills “It is not an option to LOSE”&lt;br /&gt;So I run faster and jump harder than I ever have&lt;br /&gt;Get a personal best smile then laugh&lt;br /&gt;But look over at coach and see no smile&lt;br /&gt;He says You didn’t win the meet, turn down that dial&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow I’ll have to run an extra mile&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/2852214136809668418-2062543130875550790?l=novatrackstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novatrackstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2062543130875550790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://novatrackstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-in-three-aspects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852214136809668418/posts/default/2062543130875550790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852214136809668418/posts/default/2062543130875550790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novatrackstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-in-three-aspects.html' title='My Life (In Three Aspects)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676850004726799897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUU9ggKq71s/SnYI3dHdUDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7IXPnDYJTso/S220/rob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852214136809668418.post-1221857909609146900</id><published>2009-08-02T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:33:47.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>I need to find a girl that leaves me Speechless&lt;br /&gt;A mere glance upon her figure ignites the flames of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Causing my vocal chords to twist up in a spiral&lt;br /&gt;I try to open my mouth but I swallow my words&lt;br /&gt;Such beauty belonging to one girl seems absurd&lt;br /&gt;But I would thank God everyday if I can glance upon her face&lt;br /&gt;Because when I do my heart naturally quickens its pace&lt;br /&gt;“This” becomes “That” and “One” becomes “Eight”&lt;br /&gt;Trying to un-jumble the words before it’s too late&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty, incomparable there’s no other like her&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could keep her to myself…be her miser&lt;br /&gt;I try to speak melodically to tell her my name&lt;br /&gt;But I only swallow my words and thus I remain&lt;br /&gt;the same speechless brother who admires from afar&lt;br /&gt;Girl if you are out there please let me know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a girl that leaves me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I find myself gasping at the mere thought of her voice&lt;br /&gt;It sends chills down my spine and still I rejoice&lt;br /&gt;My lungs collapse like two deflated balloons&lt;br /&gt;The air escapes me like blood from a wound&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not dead I’m in a heavenly embrace&lt;br /&gt;Her soothing soprano reminds me of her grace&lt;br /&gt;I’m on cloud nine even when I think of her smile&lt;br /&gt;I’m flying and I know I won’t come down for miles&lt;br /&gt;She gives me that naturally high when I think of her&lt;br /&gt;She knows what she does to me, I can’t escape her&lt;br /&gt;Magical spell over me so I’ll wait till she can see&lt;br /&gt;That my heart belongs to her like honey to a bee&lt;br /&gt;Yea its kind of corny but that’s what she does to me&lt;br /&gt;Have me sitting in my room writing poetry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852214136809668418-1221857909609146900?l=novatrackstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novatrackstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1221857909609146900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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