<?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-2036957898247958312</id><updated>2012-02-06T00:44:10.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roni I'naru</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;afro-punk beatnik from Nicetown. adamantly anti-religious believer of the God in everyone and everything. lives by the heart &amp;amp; by the hip. run of the mill pagan. bisexual womanist. poet.&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-867063503966181735</id><published>2012-02-02T20:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:26:38.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Load It Cock It Aim and Love</title><content type='html'>Directed by fear,&lt;br /&gt;love can be as frightening as it is beautiful;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful beyond anything I've ever wondered.&lt;br /&gt;and if you're fortunate enough to survive such spell&lt;br /&gt;you should thank your lucky stars.&lt;br /&gt;Running into what we run from&lt;br /&gt;Questioning each moment&lt;br /&gt;and each movement&lt;br /&gt;Solve every puzzle with enough to get you through the night&lt;br /&gt;Awake in the morning thinking of new ways to exist wiser&lt;br /&gt;than enigmas we consider romance.&lt;br /&gt;Riddled for what we can put on paper&lt;br /&gt;or in photos&lt;br /&gt;and in bank accounts&lt;br /&gt;and raise our children with&lt;br /&gt;something labeled &lt;em&gt;kindred&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willing to lose yourself &lt;br /&gt;as long as he says I love you&lt;br /&gt;and she will separate beneath you&lt;br /&gt;to give life to&lt;br /&gt;matrimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-867063503966181735?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/867063503966181735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/867063503966181735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='Load It Cock It Aim and Love'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-2919766454900604043</id><published>2011-08-02T04:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T04:18:47.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Consonants and Adlibs</title><content type='html'>[(Soma)tic Poetry Workshop Poem #3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Cook gravy 'til spectacular thoughts sizzle&lt;br /&gt;skating from the burlesque mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Jack, the druglord, operates zoloft &amp; rum&lt;br /&gt;Real zany afterthoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Oooo, deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morbid Jack, clippity quack,&lt;br /&gt;meanders northly southern&lt;br /&gt;for butter steaks &amp; oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-2919766454900604043?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/2919766454900604043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/2919766454900604043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2011/08/consonants-and-adlibs.html' title='Consonants and Adlibs'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-5913699050983878086</id><published>2011-08-02T03:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T03:19:36.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of Tokophobia While Facing a Trash Can</title><content type='html'>[(Soma)tic Poetry Workshop Poem #2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays collect &lt;br /&gt;at the bottom of the receptacle.&lt;br /&gt;There will be someone&lt;br /&gt;to gather these bad decisions and&lt;br /&gt;put them where&lt;br /&gt;we won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;But what we can not&lt;br /&gt;throw away,&lt;br /&gt;we must hold on to &lt;br /&gt;and name these little regrets&lt;br /&gt;and be proud of them&lt;br /&gt;because shame is embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-5913699050983878086?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/5913699050983878086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/5913699050983878086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2011/08/thoughts-of-tokophobia-while-facing_02.html' title='Thoughts of Tokophobia While Facing a Trash Can'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-3670923309235271239</id><published>2011-08-02T03:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T03:18:51.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cute Angle</title><content type='html'>[(Soma)tic Poetry Workshop Poem #1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't get the shot. &lt;br /&gt;Put the camera away. &lt;br /&gt;Life is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-3670923309235271239?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/3670923309235271239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/3670923309235271239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2011/08/cute-angle.html' title='A Cute Angle'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-8990823749874663356</id><published>2011-08-02T01:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T02:27:18.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Picking, Again</title><content type='html'>I am your subject&lt;br /&gt;and I wear that well.&lt;br /&gt;Not for pretension&lt;br /&gt;but for real.&lt;br /&gt;In a little over your head,&lt;br /&gt;I must say&lt;br /&gt;and your voice has&lt;br /&gt;become a series of clicks and beeps.&lt;br /&gt;So much so &lt;br /&gt;that I've whittled the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;into something I could stomach.&lt;br /&gt;You put a bad taste in my mouth, kid.&lt;br /&gt;Now drop and give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, take this poem&lt;br /&gt;and shove it in your pie hole&lt;br /&gt;because that train left the station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;decades&lt;/span&gt; ago.&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;when the air is still&lt;br /&gt;and the clouds reveal a cornflower moon,&lt;br /&gt;I have to grab my broom and shoo away &lt;br /&gt;the righteous.&lt;br /&gt;Your ISBN doesn't entitle you to a soapbox.&lt;br /&gt;It just means that&lt;br /&gt;like the rest of us&lt;br /&gt;you have something to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-8990823749874663356?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/8990823749874663356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/8990823749874663356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-your-subject-and-i-wear-that-well.html' title='You&apos;re Picking, Again'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-790609011445305117</id><published>2011-07-25T05:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T06:05:52.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trumpet</title><content type='html'>What I could not say&lt;br /&gt;All that I had to hold in&lt;br /&gt;Are the words I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-790609011445305117?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/790609011445305117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/790609011445305117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2011/07/trumpet.html' title='Trumpet'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-6991404511177218937</id><published>2011-01-30T07:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T10:33:18.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caelum</title><content type='html'>i love the sky prior to sunrise&lt;br /&gt;when it's cerulean blue&lt;br /&gt;and everything is calm&lt;br /&gt;and quiet&lt;br /&gt;i love the way the streets are empty&lt;br /&gt;and nothing&lt;br /&gt;and no one is about the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;i love how crisp the air is&lt;br /&gt;how fresh is smells&lt;br /&gt;unpolluted&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;i love the peace that comes over me &lt;br /&gt;that i could not refuse&lt;br /&gt;because i didn't have a chance to&lt;br /&gt;how sincere the silence is &lt;br /&gt;and wondering is this what it's like to believe in God&lt;br /&gt;is this how i know She exists&lt;br /&gt;i love that i am not sleeping this moment away&lt;br /&gt;that i am awake right now&lt;br /&gt;alive&lt;br /&gt;and happy, simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;what i feel is something i've only read about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this must be what love feels like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love how i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-6991404511177218937?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/6991404511177218937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/6991404511177218937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2011/01/caelum.html' title='Caelum'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-1927087553495057063</id><published>2010-09-22T22:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T10:33:02.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>Trying, striving, searching, finding&lt;br /&gt;feeling, listening,&lt;br /&gt;sun rays glistening, &lt;br /&gt;hoping for better things&lt;br /&gt;effort withering&lt;br /&gt;by sunset&lt;br /&gt;waiting until everyone leaves to light my cigarette&lt;br /&gt;burning frustration with each drag&lt;br /&gt;watching yesterday become ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-1927087553495057063?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/1927087553495057063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/1927087553495057063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2010/09/nicodream.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-5846063122791270053</id><published>2010-08-24T07:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T10:10:36.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhhh...</title><content type='html'>Magically,&lt;br /&gt;they can hear me before I've opened my mouth to speak.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow knowing what I'll say &lt;br /&gt;and already disagreeing.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I can't resist the urge to insist that they've got me all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Shit-&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long this will take;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't help but speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;especially at the wrong time,&lt;br /&gt;and if it didn't seem so childish I bet they'd cover their ears,&lt;br /&gt;screaming gibberish to drown the sound of my conscious stream.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid I muddy the water.&lt;br /&gt;And I can not be sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I can't be sorry for this pretend sin.&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel pieces of earth hit the same places of the first stones thrown,&lt;br /&gt;but I refuse to run.&lt;br /&gt;You ought to see me bleed,&lt;br /&gt;to see a human.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere among the angry mob is another human being, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-5846063122791270053?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/5846063122791270053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/5846063122791270053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2010/08/because-i-did.html' title='Shhhhhh...'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-640180999741600882</id><published>2010-03-13T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T10:32:44.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Lead</title><content type='html'>Story of my life&lt;br /&gt;Some chick thinks I'm into her&lt;br /&gt;When I'm really not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-640180999741600882?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/640180999741600882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/640180999741600882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2010/03/miss-lead.html' title='Miss Lead'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-1086885652434653243</id><published>2009-06-13T03:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T10:16:35.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Powder</title><content type='html'>Tell me what she does in seconds flat&lt;br /&gt;what I spent two years figuring out&lt;br /&gt;What does she whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;that I can't get across loud &amp; clear&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what makes you leave my warmth for her cold&lt;br /&gt;Dodge me by day to chase her at night&lt;br /&gt;She fills your senses with the senseless&lt;br /&gt;and you remain at attention&lt;br /&gt;Watching you brave dangerous streets to find her&lt;br /&gt;and she waits for you under the darkest of corners under the El&lt;br /&gt;on littered concrete&lt;br /&gt;Cheap but desirable&lt;br /&gt;You gravitate toward her and I'd hope my little voice in your ear would interject&lt;br /&gt;But you take her and devour her quickly&lt;br /&gt;And slowly tread home to my fury&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that we never happened&lt;br /&gt;And I swear that I'd do anything to never have met you&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give my left arm to rewind time&lt;br /&gt;Screaming regrets and bets and threats and yet&lt;br /&gt;he can't come clean&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of crying I ask what's her name&lt;br /&gt;After denying, he utters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cocaine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-1086885652434653243?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/1086885652434653243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/1086885652434653243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2009/06/powder.html' title='Powder'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-8789968062342741808</id><published>2007-05-30T10:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:21:53.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unnatural Born</title><content type='html'>I am the first and second of the sixth and the first&lt;br /&gt;The daughter of Raine and Art&lt;br /&gt;Grandchild of Yvonne and Jacinta&lt;br /&gt;Born on the 28th evening of the 1,985th October&lt;br /&gt;to the tribes of Judah and Ephraim&lt;br /&gt;to stand tall in my femininity on the shoulders of my cacique ancestresses&lt;br /&gt;21 years later&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the lie&lt;br /&gt;And the truth could barely recall my existence&lt;br /&gt;Sat in the corner with growth and got high of it's offering &lt;br /&gt;Rocked back and forth in the dim light, praying for contrasts&lt;br /&gt;that I'd be wrong&lt;br /&gt;If love always became failure, was I born to be fooled?&lt;br /&gt;And to learn from that,&lt;br /&gt;to warn future fools&lt;br /&gt;to dogde my fears, and call that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Was I born to be cared about&lt;br /&gt;to then change minds&lt;br /&gt;to then live for weeks in the fog&lt;br /&gt;then to discover the once nonexistent &lt;br /&gt;and then exist for the rest of my life validating my ignorance with wounds?&lt;br /&gt;Was I born to save myself for the mythical husband&lt;br /&gt;who works the 9-5 &lt;br /&gt;and comes home to eat my pollo frito at the head of the table&lt;br /&gt;and lay with him at night&lt;br /&gt;spooning with the archetype&lt;br /&gt;while he's dreaming of his own?&lt;br /&gt;Was I born to walk this plank&lt;br /&gt;basquing in the rays coming through the stainglass windows&lt;br /&gt;bouncing off my sequins&lt;br /&gt;giving the impression that I've reached womanhood&lt;br /&gt;while my brothers look at me&lt;br /&gt;hoping for the best and planning for the worst?&lt;br /&gt;Was I born only to sit pretty before his company,&lt;br /&gt;shit out his children,&lt;br /&gt;swallow his infedelity with a grain of salt and a pinch of oh well and a little nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&amp; iron my pleats &amp; his&lt;br /&gt;&amp; wash my socks &amp; his&lt;br /&gt;&amp; make my sandwich &amp; his&lt;br /&gt;&amp; wipe my crumbs &amp; his&lt;br /&gt;at this pivotal point, where shit&lt;br /&gt;means nothing and everything&lt;br /&gt;I've been pushed into this black hole of floating&lt;br /&gt;grandfather clocks and ottomans&lt;br /&gt;So I'm born to dare-&lt;br /&gt;and kiss passionately &lt;br /&gt;and rest my legs on his shoulders &lt;br /&gt;while we pretend to be so focused&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts don't wander&lt;br /&gt;with the sweat streaming down my body&lt;br /&gt;That if all is fair in love and war&lt;br /&gt;Then as much as I deserve to be loved, I must stomach the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-8789968062342741808?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/8789968062342741808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/8789968062342741808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2007/05/unnatural-born.html' title='Unnatural Born'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-8980235580580302956</id><published>2007-05-30T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:08:38.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl of the Universe</title><content type='html'>I'm in flight&lt;br /&gt;Traveling lightyears into the 100 watt shining through my digits&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating atop a golden Amazon River on my back&lt;br /&gt;without having left this mattress&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking on indigo skies&lt;br /&gt;creating stars wherever my feet land&lt;br /&gt;Scraped the bottom of the sea for hydration&lt;br /&gt;Dug through soil and sod for growth&lt;br /&gt;This world is but a washed up oyster&lt;br /&gt;I've starved for universal tranquility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-8980235580580302956?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/8980235580580302956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/8980235580580302956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2007/05/pearl-of-universe.html' title='Pearl of the Universe'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-4915575022607164550</id><published>2007-05-28T09:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:08:54.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carcinogen</title><content type='html'>The experts inquire about the relationship between a woman and her father&lt;br /&gt;As justification for her fight or flight response to the behavior&lt;br /&gt;Of a man who loves in the same fashion he does his mother.&lt;br /&gt;Nix the hypothesis, let my love stay out of the laboratory.&lt;br /&gt;They say french fries boosts stamina &lt;br /&gt;and causes cancer.&lt;br /&gt;They say red wine makes for a healthy heart &lt;br /&gt;and causes cancer.&lt;br /&gt;They say chocolate helps blood flow &lt;br /&gt;and causes cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Keep my love out of the lab before I find out it causes cancer, too.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the reason they prefer me on a balanced diet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-4915575022607164550?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/4915575022607164550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/4915575022607164550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2007/05/carcinogen.html' title='Carcinogen'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-109571470286225139</id><published>2007-05-28T09:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:09:26.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photomenthesis</title><content type='html'>Love has robbed of me&lt;br /&gt;That which was detrimental&lt;br /&gt;So that now I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-109571470286225139?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/109571470286225139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/109571470286225139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2007/05/photomenthesis.html' title='Photomenthesis'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-6665040280603107093</id><published>2007-05-28T09:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:18:38.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma?</title><content type='html'>I must have broken homes&lt;br /&gt;or went outside my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;I must have murdered&lt;br /&gt;or smuggled illegals.&lt;br /&gt;I must have lied and cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been a bully&lt;br /&gt;or some kind of asshole.&lt;br /&gt;I must have taunted and violated.&lt;br /&gt;I must have smiled in a million faces&lt;br /&gt;and talked behind every back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past life must be one of extreme offenses&lt;br /&gt;To make this one extremely offensive&lt;br /&gt;I don't know everything but I'm extremely attentive&lt;br /&gt;To the heartache after my hearts suspencion&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be cursed&lt;br /&gt;There must be an oil, some dust, and candle to burn.&lt;br /&gt;Are disappointments just or is it just my turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-6665040280603107093?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/6665040280603107093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/6665040280603107093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2007/05/karma.html' title='Karma?'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-1173875828382618415</id><published>2007-05-28T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:10:51.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning at the Chinese Store</title><content type='html'>Nickel bags and Kit Kats&lt;br /&gt;Was like smelling the coffee&lt;br /&gt;I was in the hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-1173875828382618415?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/1173875828382618415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/1173875828382618415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2007/05/saturday-morning-at-chinese-store.html' title='Saturday Morning at the Chinese Store'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-3892810345461829525</id><published>2007-05-28T09:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:11:50.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Intent</title><content type='html'>Once heart shaped, I see&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned remnants of love&lt;br /&gt;Damaged but vibrant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-3892810345461829525?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/3892810345461829525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/3892810345461829525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost-intent.html' title='Lost Intent'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-287250960890623666</id><published>2007-05-28T09:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:05:50.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overanalyzed Abstract (Bullshit 101)</title><content type='html'>BACK OF THE CLASS:&lt;br /&gt;Philosophical ponderers immersed in cynical thought&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to force my own fucking head into a wall if someone doesn't&lt;br /&gt;say something with a point already.&lt;br /&gt;What's with this class and it's never-ending unclear questioning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRONT OF THE CLASS:&lt;br /&gt;Legs shaking&lt;br /&gt;Hands waving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call on me, professor, for I am about to DIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have something to say so profound to me&lt;br /&gt;that it'll be so profound to you&lt;br /&gt;And after I take a good...solid...hearty...ninety seconds to inquire common sense&lt;br /&gt;we will all leave this room&lt;br /&gt;with our understanding at an all time depth&lt;br /&gt;And later I'll blog this conversation so my &lt;br /&gt;friends will feel just how fascinating this moment is.&lt;br /&gt;And when people see me on the street&lt;br /&gt;they remember that I was the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smart one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-287250960890623666?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/287250960890623666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/287250960890623666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2007/05/overanalyzed-abstract.html' title='Overanalyzed Abstract (Bullshit 101)'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-2458015480723369072</id><published>2007-05-28T09:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:05:32.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(e)Motionless</title><content type='html'>He&lt;br /&gt;Still loves me&lt;br /&gt;Still is with her&lt;br /&gt;Still feeds my harbored fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Still sounds comforting&lt;br /&gt;Still is all the way over there&lt;br /&gt;Still says the things he used to say to me&lt;br /&gt;Still says the same to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still calling&lt;br /&gt;Still gasing up&lt;br /&gt;Still not seeing&lt;br /&gt;Still force-feeling&lt;br /&gt;Still misleading&lt;br /&gt;Still swindling&lt;br /&gt;Still leaving stagnant chances of life with&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-2458015480723369072?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/2458015480723369072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/2458015480723369072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2007/05/emotionless.html' title='(e)Motionless'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-3757320860531401134</id><published>2007-05-28T09:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:13:16.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2,007th</title><content type='html'>Frigid currents awaken&lt;br /&gt;a heart content in it's slumber&lt;br /&gt;and a spirit on the edge of that which has yet to be visited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz vocalists seranade the still room&lt;br /&gt;in unison with the rhythm of meditated breaths&lt;br /&gt;over the screams of well wishes upon the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With fingers tightly intertwined&lt;br /&gt;and eyes to the sky&lt;br /&gt;I not only see the light, I shine it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-3757320860531401134?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/3757320860531401134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/3757320860531401134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2007/05/2007th.html' title='2,007th'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-6284357075313361142</id><published>2007-05-28T09:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:13:52.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Syllable Ballot</title><content type='html'>They tell me to vote&lt;br /&gt;Because it's my voice&lt;br /&gt;Did they not hear me&lt;br /&gt;the last time I spoke?&lt;br /&gt;Were they too caught up&lt;br /&gt;Cutting ribbon and&lt;br /&gt;Kissing babies and&lt;br /&gt;Selling lemonade&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to vote&lt;br /&gt;Because it's my voice&lt;br /&gt;And my ancestors&lt;br /&gt;Died so that I may&lt;br /&gt;And how dare I not&lt;br /&gt;Especially when&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities came&lt;br /&gt;In crafty lil' shirts&lt;br /&gt;That say vote or die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to vote&lt;br /&gt;Because it's my voice&lt;br /&gt;There's a candidate&lt;br /&gt;In a lens somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Tired of smiling&lt;br /&gt;Mentally quitting&lt;br /&gt;Secretly wishing&lt;br /&gt;That they never ran&lt;br /&gt;in the first damn place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to vote&lt;br /&gt;Because it's my voice&lt;br /&gt;Like the one you hear&lt;br /&gt;Is inaudible&lt;br /&gt;Yet We, The People&lt;br /&gt;are a little stumped&lt;br /&gt;The ballot's been cast&lt;br /&gt;Once we have spoken&lt;br /&gt;Were we ever heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-6284357075313361142?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/6284357075313361142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/6284357075313361142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2007/05/5th-syllable-ballot.html' title='5th Syllable Ballot'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PZXWwhzuXQ/Tys48AXZTcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7W4UvvEfPfw/s220/Roni3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2036957898247958312.post-4892138981722712608</id><published>2007-05-28T07:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:16:23.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaty Palms (Tri-ku)</title><content type='html'>As if we combined&lt;br /&gt;When his fingers slid through mine&lt;br /&gt;We solidified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;He searched for something to feel&lt;br /&gt;His pupils hunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my own darkened&lt;br /&gt;Shuting down his invasion&lt;br /&gt;Giving back his rib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Roni I'naru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2036957898247958312-4892138981722712608?l=roniinaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/4892138981722712608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2036957898247958312/posts/default/4892138981722712608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roniinaru.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweaty-palms-tri-ku.html' title='Sweaty Palms (Tri-ku)'/><author><name>Roni Inaru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772380907334184975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' 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